Using contemporary reports, reminiscences of those present, historical accounts and his own imagination and interpretation of events, Neil Hanson produces an enthralling account of the Great Fire of London.
It is gripping reading from start to finish, beginning with the plague and its aftermath, which is hardly over when the fire starts in Pudding Lane. After weeks of dry weather and drought, the closely built timber houses are ripe for catching fire and so they do. The fire spreads very quickly and any of the 300,000 inhabitants in its way is in trouble (London was so much bigger than any other city so much so that the next five largest towns, Norwich, Bristol, Newcastle, Exeter and York could muster only 80,000 between them).
There was just time to record in the London Gazette the outbreak of the fire and state on the first day 'It continues still with great violence'. Thereafter the printing works were burnt down so no further reports were made and consequently wild rumours circulated.
The fire spread rapidly and Hanson captures its ferocious journey through the London streets as though he were there. It spreads up the hill towards St Paul's and on the way destroys Stationer's Hall, the Dean's great house, Dean Colet's School and the personal library, reputedly the finest in the country, of Samuel Cromlehome, the High Master of the School.
King Charles II and his brother the Duke of York personally supervised some of the efforts to stop the fire spreading and put themselves in great danger by doing so but their efforts were much appreciated by their countrymen. Apparently the King showed leadership as he had never displayed previously - and it was said he was never to show again!
Finally after four days the fire began to die down and once it had done so the question of rebuilding the city was raised. There were strict rules put in place for the rebuild, such as all buildings had to be constructed of brick or stone, minimum thickness for walls was declared and the maximum number of storeys was four.
Finally the cause of the fire was investigated and a Frenchman, a Catholic, Robert Hubert eventually confessed to starting the fire with a fireball in a baker's shop in Pudding Lane. How true this was is not clear for the captain of the ship in which Hubert sails was later to swear that Hubert had not left the ship by the time of the fire starting. Be that as it may he was found guilty and duly hanged much to the pleasure of the watching multitude who were convinced that he was guilty.
'The Dreadful Judgement' is an exciting read and leaves the reader worn out at the end with its thrills and pace and also grateful for not being there at the time!