This book is a sometimes adventure, which takes a lot of time out to try to be a history, which takes time from that to be a kind of nationalist scree. Henty, who I’m reading for the first time with this, is apparently infamous for this kind of thing. An overview of his other books reveals quite a lot of crustiness and more than a little racism piled up (some is displayed in this book also). But, let’s stick to “Jack Archer”.
It’s 1854 and English schoolboy Jack Archer hates his lessons, especially language ones, and longs to be off at the war. He manages to get a commission and the next thing we know he is sailing off to the Crimean War.
The book actually begins fairly promisingly, since Jack and a friend go ashore at Gibraltar and manage to get abducted and held for ransom by a gang of criminals. When we get to Gallipoli there is more misadventure, and it’s a short trip to Sevastopol and the war.
Jack’s brother Harry has turned up as well, but is in the army, so Jack has to keep getting permission to go ashore and join him at camp. What will these scamps get up to?
…it’s a while before we find out, because Henty does not want the reader to miss any significant moment of every battle, every blunder, stats on the strength of the French, the British, the Russians… we get totals for those wounded and dead, we get names of generals rattled off… and in this blur of history, with attention paid to famous follies, we completely lose our characters.
Then, all at once, Jack and his friend Dick get captured by the Russians, eventually placed in the household of Count Preskoff, a nobleman who is targeted by the mayor of his town for being in sympathy with the serfs and calling for reforms. This is wisely used as the springboard for a series of fairly decent adventures, taking them to Poland at one point and embroiling them with freedom-fighters. The boys have to pick up some Russian. Initially they rely on Dick's French, so he can interpret when he isn't getting constantly wounded.
At times the book possesses all the qualities of a fine penny dreadful or perhaps one of Burroughs’ potboilers. The book is ultimately bogged down by a duel identity and an unwillingness to remain with its protagonist. Henty does not have any patience with Jack Archer, because he wishes to spend more time waving the flag and recounting every moment and statistic of the war. Many adventure writers have found ways to cover sprawling historical events in ways that inject the main character into them, but Henty has trouble keeping focus on scenes.
Another issue is Henty’s godawful worldview. His references to the Turks are hardly respectful, and at one point Jack and Preskoff discuss freeing the serfs and Jack expresses his doubts with a troubling reference to freed black slaves in the Caribbean.
I read this book as a historical reference, and in the end it does perform best as that. Henty delights in questioning all the major decisions by the allies in the Crimean war. He also writes for an exclusively British audience, referring to those military forces as “we” and “us”. The French are there too.
If I do read Henty again it will be out of morbid curiosity, as the Wikipedia on him seems to indicate that he tends to pick the wrong side for heroes in most situations.