John Keay has attempted to reconstruct the life of one Alexander Gardner, probably the most interesting and colorful adventurer no one has ever heard of. The task wasn't easy: many of Gardner's notes were lost and much of what remains is jumbled and apocryphal. The few people who have attempted biographies have differed widely in dates and locations. This gave Keay a huge handicap insofar as cobbling together a sensible account of the man's life is concerned. but he has handled the task nicely, I think.
There is some doubt about Gardner's history before appearing in the East. He claimed to be American. There was speculation that he was a naval deserter. What is certain is that he was at varying times in Afghanistan and India, selling his sword to whomever held sway in the throne at the time, changing religion on occasion as a means of self-preservation. He cut a wide swath back in the day when there was still work for a keen blade and a stout shaft. He was a mercenary, of course, but only of high rank. He wore the tartan of a Highland regiment in trews and turban and cut a dashing figure. He supported a small harem of women who were gifted to him or daughters of chieftains he defeated in battle. When times were tight, he wasn't too proud to take up a bit of banditry or assassination to get by. His personal low was having (under orders) sliced the ears and nose off an official, an act he said that he regretted in later years.
I enjoyed the book for its coverage of the turbulent days in India but, due to the paucity of research material, Gardner never really got rounded out for me. An engaging but slow read, blessed with lots of gorgeous photos and prints.