No, I haven’t stopped reading. Work just got to busy to allow time for writing. And now the dozens of books waiting for review are starting to crowd me out of the house.
Ah, another seafaring adventure. My editor has provided me with several over the years, and I am always looking to get hooked into another series after the wonderful Master and Commander from Patrick O’Brian. And I have always been attracted to the Kydd series right from the publication of the opening book. I bought it for the library, but never found the time to read it.
Now I have read book 8 in the series, and book one should be brought home to add to my reading list, possibly before I write this review. Reviewing a book in the middle of the series is kind of like walking into the movie in the last 20 minutes. However, the reading list is long and this review is due for publication.
Kydd is an English common seaman who has risen through the ranks during the Napoleonic wars. He has seen the world and fought in a large part of it. He was with Nelson at the Nile, fought privateers in the Caribbean and now he has come home to England to command his own vessel doing coastal patrol. He chases smugglers, hunts down Black Jacques, and navigates the treacherous currents and storms in the English channel. At the same time he meets and falls for the Admiral’s daughter, and spends a great deal of this book working on his vowels and his manners in order to impress the young lady. But then another woman catches his eye, …
I had a few problems with this book, and many of them may have been caused by joining the series so late. I found the history irrational. Any self-respecting young commander on his way up the social register would not even see the daughter of a Cornish squire. In fact, I doubt very much that any common seaman, no matter how able, would reach the quarterdeck in a single lifetime, let alone command. I found the writing of conversational language annoying. Please Stockwin, give me the occasional vowel. I c’nt st’nd ‘ll th’ di’l'g’ wr’t wi’owt th’m no matter how authentic the dialect may be.
Patrick O’Brian he is not, but for those may readers out there who find the Aubrey Maturin series too slow and descriptive, you may well enjoy this.