This is the second chronological book in the Hornblower series (and my third).
Another rip-roaring Napoleonic Hornblower adventure, but slightly unusual this time in that it is not written from Hornblower’s point of view. This felt a little odd in that he is still definitely the main protagonist.
The story is excellent as always and moves along at a great pace throughout, which is a little surprising since the main action is pretty much all done two thirds of the way through and yet the remaining story which, on the surface would look to be a little dull, still kept me turning the pages until four thirty in the morning! So another example of Forester’s fine writing and yet….
I had one very big complaint with this book. Hornblower is presented throughout as being, quite simply, perfect. Maybe this is why it is not written from his point of view; it would have been far too embarrassing to read. This unrealistic perfection is made worse when contrasted with the character from whose point of view the book is written, another lieutenant senior to Hornblower. This character, Lieutenant Bush, is almost presented as a complete idiot. I became sick of how many times Bush would have all sorts of philosophical thoughts followed by some variation of not ‘being able to express it in words.’ I could spot these disclaimers coming and was already cringing before each one arrived. How he came to be a lieutenant in the first place escapes me; his failing were constantly being listed. I can’t recall them all but here’s a few: he couldn’t do the maths necessary for navigation, he couldn’t think tactically or diplomatically, he was intolerant, he didn’t care about the fate of the lower ranks, ‘he knew himself to be lacking in chicane and dissimulation.’ In fact he was rather too obviously everything that Hornblower was not and by the end of the book this man, who was senior to Hornblower in both rank and age, is something of a fawning sycophant. I found this very annoying (although possibly no more so than Hornblower’s continuous self-doubt in the previous volume) and it certainly detracted from my pleasure in the book.
Despite these issues this was still an excellent read; it’s not every book that will keep me reading until four thirty in the morning! But they do still pull it down from a solid four stars to three and a half.
Another rip-roaring Napoleonic Hornblower adventure, but slightly unusual this time in that it is not written from Hornblower’s point of view. This felt a little odd in that he is still definitely the main protagonist.
The story is excellent as always and moves along at a great pace throughout, which is a little surprising since the main action is pretty much all done two thirds of the way through and yet the remaining story which, on the surface would look to be a little dull, still kept me turning the pages until four thirty in the morning! So another example of Forester’s fine writing and yet….
I had one very big complaint with this book. Hornblower is presented throughout as being, quite simply, perfect. Maybe this is why it is not written from his point of view; it would have been far too embarrassing to read. This unrealistic perfection is made worse when contrasted with the character from whose point of view the book is written, another lieutenant senior to Hornblower. This character, Lieutenant Bush, is almost presented as a complete idiot. I became sick of how many times Bush would have all sorts of philosophical thoughts followed by some variation of not ‘being able to express it in words.’ I could spot these disclaimers coming and was already cringing before each one arrived. How he came to be a lieutenant in the first place escapes me; his failing were constantly being listed. I can’t recall them all but here’s a few: he couldn’t do the maths necessary for navigation, he couldn’t think tactically or diplomatically, he was intolerant, he didn’t care about the fate of the lower ranks, ‘he knew himself to be lacking in chicane and dissimulation.’ In fact he was rather too obviously everything that Hornblower was not and by the end of the book this man, who was senior to Hornblower in both rank and age, is something of a fawning sycophant. I found this very annoying (although possibly no more so than Hornblower’s continuous self-doubt in the previous volume) and it certainly detracted from my pleasure in the book.
Despite these issues this was still an excellent read; it’s not every book that will keep me reading until four thirty in the morning! But they do still pull it down from a solid four stars to three and a half.