Monday, July 28, 2014

World War One began in Australia...

In London, an artist has created an extraordinary river of blood red, ceramic poppies that flow like a river of blood from one of the windows in the Tower of London. The 888,246 poppies each represent a life lost from the British and Colonial forces who fought in the First World War.  It is a graphic illustration of the huge loss of life in that terrible war.


It was called the “Great War” or “The war to end all wars”. It was neither.

On the 4th August 1914 Britain declared war on Germany.  In the horror of the next four and a half years, the actual cause of the war was probably forgotten and the humble Digger or Tommy on the front line if asked could probably not even tell you what they were fighting for.



There is plenty of learned information to be found on the complex train of events that led to the start of the War but I think in its most simplistic form is best summed up by Private Baldrick, a character in the 1980s television show Blackadder (Blackadder goes Forth).
·         Baldrick says: I heard that it started when a bloke called Archie Duke shot an ostrich 'cause he was hungry.
·         Captain Blackadder explains:    in order to prevent war in Europe, two superblocs developed: us, the French and the Russians on one side, and the Germans and Austro-Hungary on the other.   The idea was to have two vast opposing armies, each acting as the other's deterrent.   That way there could never be a war.
·         Baldrick says:  But this is a sort of a war, isn't it, sir?
·         Blackadder replies. Yes, that's right.   You see, there was a tiny flaw in the plan. It was <rubbish>.
·         Baldrick concludes with his usual pereceptivity:   So the poor old ostrich died for nothing.

In fact Blackadder’s explanation regarding the two power blocs is a succinct explanation of the cause of the war which has its origins in a bitter power struggle between Germany and Russia over the Balkans, thousands of miles from England, Belgium and France.  It all came to a head on 29 June 1914 with the assassination of the heir to the Austrian throne, Archduke Franz Ferdinand by a Serbian national. This act of aggression triggered a diplomatic crisis which in turn invoked the international alliances and within two months Europe was at war. 

Germany’s demands that France maintain neutrality in this war led to Germany declaring war on France on 3 August 1914 and in support of its ally Britain followed with a declaration of war against Germany on 4 August 1914.



As Germany marched troops into Belgium in order to attack France, in the former colony of Australia, news of the outbreak of war travelled more slowly. I live in the old port of Williamstown in Melbourne and I have written before about Williamstown's part in the Crimean War of the 1850s (The Crimean War Part 1). Once again this quiet little town would have a significant part to play in the events that followed...

SS Pfalz
On 5 August 1914, a German ship the SS Pfalz left Victoria Dock and made a run for the heads of Port Phillip Bay with a Williamstown based pilot aboard, Captain Robinson.  As it approached the Port Phillips Heads, word reached the artillery garrison stationed at Point Nepean that any German ship leaving Port Phillip Bay was to be “Sunk or stopped”.  On sighting the Pfalz, the gunners hoisted flags ordering the ship to stop. When these were ignored a shot was fired over the bows of the ship. This was the first shot fired in the war.

The guns at Point Nepean 1890

The pilot convinced the master of the ship that the next shot would sink the ship so the Pfalz surrendered and the crew were detained as prisoners of war. The Pfalz itself was returned to the Williamstown dockyards where it was refitted and saw service as the troop ship Boorara.

2000 young men from Williamstown enlisted during the course of the war. Of those 300 were killed and over 800 wounded. Over half the number of men who left this little town headed for adventure and excitement in a war that had nothing to do with them were killed or injured. The unspeakable horrors they faced and the inept leadership demonstrated during the course of the war is well documented and in April next year we will commemorate the centenary of the ANZAC force landing on the beaches of Gallipoli.

For now it is enough that we take a moment to pause and remember that 4 August marks the start of an event that will have a monumental, if not cataclysmic effect on the population of my home town and this new, young country. 

On the evening 4th August the bell of Holy Trinity Anglican Church, Williamstown and those around the country will toll for 15 minutes to mark the declaration of war.


LEST WE FORGET


Alison is a lapsed lawyer who has worked in the military and fire service, with an obvious obsession for men in uniform, which may explain a predisposition to soldier heroes.  She lives in Williamstown with her own personal hero (and yes, he was wearing a uniform when they met!), two pathetically needy cats and subsists on a diet of gin and tonic. Her own book based on World War One, GATHER THE BONES, has been nominated for multiple awards.




Thursday, July 24, 2014

HH Review - Beauty and the Spymaster by Moriah Densley



Title: Beauty and the Spymaster
Author: Moriah Densley
Publisher: esKape Press
Language: English






As a fanatical Historical Romance reader, I like to know who and what the characters are about, pretty close to the beginning of the story. For me, this was a slow reveal. Much of the past and what was taking place in the story didn't make sense to me at first. I've since learned that perhaps I should have read some previous novels before hand.

The hero Julian Grey is caring warm and everything a hero should be. I love that he is masquerading as a vicar, while hiding so much more.

To me, Helena Duncombe was an enigma at first, none of her past made sense, till further into the book. Once I got to know her, I did find her character a warm, witty delight.

The fight and action scenes are very well written and Ms Densley has a knack for taking us on a wild ride. From carriage accidents, to domestic violence, to exquisite scenes in a Parisian Ballroom, I felt I was really there.

I would have enjoyed a romantic tryst early in the story, between the two main characters but alas it didn't happen.

In my opinion (only), I felt the story was a little disjointed as the main female character was a woman with a grown daughter, and I got the feeling I was supposed to already know about Sophia and her relationship to the story.


Countess Esterhazy

Wednesday, July 23, 2014

Hungry Like The Wolf

A grim medieval lithograph
I was interested in this week to read environmentalist George Monbiot arguing for the re-introduction of previously extinct animals back into England.

Here is a list, taken from my book Feral, of a few of the animals which have become extinct recently (in ecological terms) and which probably meet the bill's new definition of non-native: "not ordinarily resident in, or a regular visitor to, Great Britain in a wild state". Some would be widely welcomed; others not at all, but it's clear that a debate about which species we might bring back is one that many people in this country want to have, but that the government wants to terminate. There's a longer list, with fuller explanations and a consideration of their suitability for re-establishment, in the book.
One of those animals that he argues should be introduced is the wolf:

Wolf: the last clear record is 1621 (not 1743 as commonly supposed). It was killed in Sutherland. As far as I can determine, neither Sir Ewen Cameron nor any of the other blood-soaked lairds and congenital twits from whom Lord Cameron of Dillington is descended were involved.
Meow! Oh, sorry, wrong animal.

Wolves were hunted for a number of reasons - their beautiful pelts for one thing, also to protect people and livestock for another.

Hunting was necessary for survival.
The wolf is a fierce predator, so much so that in medieval times, murderers were sometimes offered the option to become wolf hunters and freed on the condition become wolf hunters. To prove their worth, the felon had to come back with a certain number of wolf tongues per year.

What appeared to be clemency was actually a death sentence of another another sort.

The sneaky, cunning and duplicitous nature of wolves was so recognised across so many cultures and over so many generations that audiences back in Jesus Christ's time and the centuries since understood exactly what He meant with the words:

Beware of false prophets, which come to you in sheep's clothing, but inwardly they are ravening wolves.
In my medieval romance Warrior's Surrender, (which I hope will be out early in 2015) the wolf plays a pivotal role both in actuality and as analogy.

I hope you enjoy this snippet!



“Does the Baron of Tyrswick sulk like a child when he’s bested by a woman?” she called out.
She waited for a response.
When it came, Frey’s blood turned cold.
A sustained howl broke the silence and was joined by a chorus of similar cries that seemed to be all around her. Frey turned in a circle but could see only the trees.
Her horse had stopped its grazing and took a step back, ears flicking in one direction, then the other.
With hands cupped to magnify the sound of her voice, she called out.
“Sebastian!”
There was no reply save the call of the wolf pack.
Gooseflesh needled along on her arms.
With greater calmness than she felt, Frey walked back to the horse and soothed it with soft words and a few strokes down its neck. It settled enough for Frey to unbuckle a leather quiver of arrows from the saddle, which she then secured across her back before releasing the bow which she placed over her shoulder.

Monday, July 21, 2014

HH Review - All Quiet on the Western Plains by Isabella Hargreaves



Title: All Quiet on the Western Plains
Author: Isabella Hargreaves
Publisher: Steam eReads
Language: English




 
This novella is written in the third person, not a style I’ve read for a while. Perhaps I am more used to the immediacy of writing in the second person, but although I found All Quiet on the Western Plains to be a very interesting book, it reads like the narration of a string of events. However, top marks to Ms Hargreaves for writing in a style which is typical of that era. The research of post trauma distress order after World War One is flawless as far as it goes. I’d like to see the author dig deeper.

I don’t wish to sound as if I didn’t enjoy the book. I did. But it is written in a hands-off style so that a reader cannot be invested in the hero and heroine. This novella would shine after editing by a professional.

It is refreshing to read about the Australian aftermath of WWI, since it is not a topic tackled by many in the romance genre.


Countess of Jersey