From Edward Rutherfurd’s website:
Q. You have said in interviews in the past that you refuse to cheat on history. What do you mean by that?
A. My fictional characters are free to follow their personal destinies; but I never alter the historical record just to suit my convenience, or my prejudices. Novelists and movie-makers are sometimes tempted to do that and maybe they believe it doesn't matter. I think it does matter.
Q. Why?
A. Because so much bad feeling - and so much political propaganda - is based upon the falsification of history. An extreme example would be the medieval blood myth told against the Jews - that they kidnapped and sacrificed Christian children. Absurd, but widely believed for a long time. A small example would be the movie The Patriot. The bad guy English officer burns an American congregation alive in their church. This was pure fabrication. A deliberate lie. No such thing happened. Fortunately, many critics and journalists pointed out the error. If they hadn't done so, millions of people would have believed it, and no doubt many people still do. It seems to me that those of us in the business of storytelling, in books, plays or movies, have an ethical obligation not to mislead our audiences over the historical record, especially when subjects may be emotive and affect our attitudes to others. The bigger the audience, the greater our responsibility; and I don't think we can evade that responsibility, whether we like it or not.
This novel is one of several historical novels that Edward Rutherfurd has written, beginning with Sarum (1987). I opened this review with an excerpt from an interview posted on Mr. Rutherfurd’s website because I, too, believe that there is an ethical responsibility for those writing in the genre (in any genre, really) to utilize documented history as it has been researched for decades – or centuries, in some cases – and that any deviations be given full disclosure. As always with Edward Rutherfurd’s novels, this characteristic remains one of the main reasons I have loved his books from my first read. If there is even the smallest shift in dates or historical incidents written to further the plotline, he discloses it fully in an “Afterword”.
These discrepancies or embellishments have always been minor and minimal in Mr. Rutherfurd’s novels, and this story, taking place from AD 430 through to the later 1500’s is no exception. This book is also part one of two books focused largely on Dublin and I will be reading part two next. Dubh Linn (with the approx. pronunciation doov lin) was the name given to it by the ancients, when it was a tiny settlement near the ford across the river. The ancient Fergus clan were charged with the upkeep of the crossing and to offer refreshment and shelter to those who broke their journey there. Dubh Linn itself translated into “blackpool” as there was a large area of black water where the current swept around a bend.
The goddess Eriu was one of the most revered of the gods and goddesses worshipped at the time and most likely eventually gave her name to the Island. The Celts who lived there called themselves “the people of Eriu”. The Tuatha De Danaan had mostly already left to live “under the hills”, but Brehon Law was gradually being established and the Druids were still a strong influence on the many Kings of the area, including the High King himself.
I was smitten with this novel from the very beginning. In time, we traveled through the sojourn of the simple English Priest, Patrick, who had been a slave in Ireland at one time and returned to bring word of a gentler, kinder God than the harsh and demanding gods of the time. Celtic nature and custom were able to blend their beliefs with Saint Patrick’s teachings and even many Druids were converted and began to set up their little monasteries as monks.
Meeting the various families whose descendants would populate this novel throughout its travels through time, was fascinating. The history of the names and how they evolved (in some cases there were even practical and crucial reasons for the names changing) was intriguing. As various conquerors came to the Western isle, I was mesmerized by how each conquering culture became absorbed into the culture already there. While some of the conquering people’s traditions were also embraced by the Irish, the people of Ireland themselves influenced their conquerors beyond all recognition of their own roots.
The Romans brought changes briefly, although it was the coming of the Vikings (largely Norwegians and Danish with some of the other Scandinavian countries also represented) that had the largest and most long-term influence. Aside from the English, that is.
This could have been an idyllic and completely peaceful place to live forever had it not been for the in-fighting between the Irish Kings and their clans. The years between 999 and 1013 were the time of Brian Boru. Some of the Irish believed that his mission was to unite all of Ireland under one leader, and saw this as a good thing. Others, particularly the other Kings and their clans, were determined to use this time to not only hold on to what they had, but to expand it into weaker Kings’ areas if possible. So the problems came down to three things that are still problems to this day – and not by any means only in Ireland. Money, politics, and power.
Maybe because Ireland is such a small and concentrated area, the downfalls and the mistakes are more easily identified. In other words, it is easier to diagnose a problem with a tree by looking at one leaf through a microscope than by trying to see the whole tree through a magnifying glass.
Unfortunately, after Brian Boru’s death, the Kings and the clans continued to fight among themselves over the next century, leaving the field wide open for an English takeover via Strongbow. Until then (1167), English Kings were not much interested in that little Island “over there”. When some of the Irish Kings and their clans began to appeal to England for help in vanquishing their traditional enemies, it drew attention to the fact that here was an entire little world sitting there waiting to be plundered.
It was done easily and simply. To many of the seaports in Ireland, it was no different than past dealings with other traders from other countries. And, indeed, many of the English who went over to “conquer” the Island became part of the Irish culture through their offspring. It appears simple enough in this book as we cover over 1000 years of Irish history, but it is in reading the stories of representative peoples of the time that we can fully appreciate the tragedies, triumphs, and the joys and sorrows that all people of the time experienced.
There is so much more to this novel but it would take a novella of its own to fully review this amazing book. I am happy that some of the key families will also be picking up the story in the second volume. And, I will also happily recommend this book to everyone who might be interested in these family’s stories against the backdrop of historical, magical Ireland. Their stories are truly amazing and beautifully written, with never a dull moment to be found.