Tuesday 18 February 2014

#248 The Last English King (1997)

Author: Julian Rathbone
Title: The Last English King
Genre: Historical Fiction
Year: 1997
Pages: 380
Origin: a tried and trusted library book
Nod Rating: 3 nods out of 5

 
Historical fiction has not been one of the Worm’s favoured genres of reading. History, yes! Fiction, yes! But the two together have made uneasy bedfellows. A historian tackling a piece of literature sometimes results in clinical prose, but giving an author a pop at a period in the past is like giving them a licence to reinvent and distort.

All of which makes the Worm’s enjoyment of Julian Rathbone’s The Last English King all very surprising. Having always enjoyed delving into the past of 1066 (“and all that!”), the Worm was curious to see how this past would be re-imagined. Thankfully the author settles the questions of anachronisms and historical accuracy head-on in his introduction to the book:

‘It may be thought that I have gone too far in this direction [in use of modern prose], allowing dialogue especially to be un-reconstructedly modern. Thus, for example, royalty are allowed to use bad language much as they do today. But why not? Assuming, and I am sure it was the case, that Anglo-Saxon lords were as quick with the odd expletive as their modern counterparts, and bearing in mind that, apart from Edward the Confessor, most of them were pretty rough types, why not make their expletives as modern as the rest of their speech?’

Pleased with this reassurance, the Worm ploughed into the book. The story follows two strands in time: one in the modern day of 1070, and one set in the decades before this. The Battle of Hastings, as can be expected, is the climatic point: those after it are attempting to deal with its effects, whilst those before it are on a collision course of history heading towards that fateful year of 1066. Our principal protagonist is a man named Walt; crippled from Hastings, he is left to wander Europe whilst considering his past and his allegiance to Harold of Wessex. He meets others on his journey, before finding an element of peace. However, the reader is also taken back a series of decades, rummaging around in the political games of the house of Wessex, Edward the Confessor and William of Normandy.

By far the more interesting narrative strand is the one preceding the Battle of Hastings. It is full of double-dealing and personality clashes (and, in the vain of the majority of other contemporary historical “dramas”, we are provided with plenty of sex). For the history-buff, it provides another snapshot into the lives of William the Bastard (soon to be Conqueror) and the divide in the English nation at the time. The strand set after Hastings is one of tedium for the reader: yes, we sympathise with Walt, but we care little for his choice of companions. However, Rathbone cleverly interweaves both strands, making this a lively read.

Having finished The Last English King, the Worm remains sceptical of the term “historical fiction”. However, it was not an experience to warn him off the genre entirely. If other periods of history are handled in the same polite and persuasive manner that Julian Rathbone accomplishes here, the Worm will be sure to strike out once again.

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