This review formerly published on Amazon for what may be another edition.
"The island of Lesbos has given many gifts to the world - Lesbian wine and Lesbian verse, the seven-stringed lyre, and the poems of Sappho; but of all its products the latest was assuredly the most questionable, for the last great Lesbians were the brothers Barbarossa."
Thus beginneth the lesson. Suffice to say that when reading Poole, one is rarely for long insensible that his writing was polished in another century.
I have to confess, I am becoming something of a fan of Stanley Lane Poole. His sympathy for his Muslim subjects is appealing but too naked for the standards of modern objective history. As such, his works read better as adventure than as serious history, although I would be the last to dispute his learning. What an engaging style, though!
This volume fills an interesting gap in the history of the Mediterranean seen from the European shores. Students of history will know of the Greeks and Phoenicians; the Genoese and the Venetians; the British and the French. The role of the Muslim corsairs seems to me to be less well-known, and to be steeped in swashbuckling nonsense for good measure. The Muslims, formally and informally acting as parts of the Ottoman Empire, to my surprise actually ruled the Middle Sea from the expulsion of the Iberian Jews and Muslims to the Battle of Lepanto in 1571, and continued to dominate affairs right up until the beginning of the 19th Century. Lepanto is an interesting lesson in strategic realities, as the Turks regarded their fleet as like their beards, grown back in a trice be they shaved quite clean. A year later they had again built 200 galleys, but something had changed: they were no longer seen as invincible. The lessons for today's would-be hegemon should be chillingly clear.
Not all that one sees in the films is so far from the truth. Christian and Muslim galley lake were rowed primarily by slaves. Many, many actions featured Christian slave crews whipped reluctantly into battle against their co-religionists, who were themselves rowed by equally reluctant Muslim slaves. Chained in their own filth sometimes for years, half-starved and beaten raw, the day they failed and slumped over the man in front they would be beaten the remaining inch to death for good measure and then dumped overboard. Their hope was to be freed by their allies in battle or to be bought free.
There were amazing reversals of fortune. Türgüt Reïs, corsair admiral and Bey of Algiers, served as a galley slave on the ship of Andrea Doria. Later freed, he one day came across Doria among his own galley slaves, and comforted him that such were the fortunes of war and he should not give up hope of his own freedom. Sure enough, Doria was ransomed and himself took charge of the Imperial fleet as Admiral. Though both had their score to settle, at the end they gave each other a cautious berth and the great battle never was.
The position of slaves in the Muslim world was a complex matter and cannot be separated from the corsairs. The corsairs took crew from ships they seized, although they were known to release passengers, and made galley slaves of many and sold those with useful skills in the markets of North Africa. The noble-born were apt to find themselves laden with chains and cast into a dungeon to encourage payment of ransom. Moreover, their coastal raids proceeded with virtual impunity for three centuries, ranging as far as Iceland and Ireland and penetrating kilometres inland to seize villagers from their beds, the men bound for the quarries, foundries and garrisons and the women, well, for fresh beds. The treatment of a slave in the Muslim world, however, had its advantages compared even to that of a free man in parts of Europe, and many opted to stay or even rose to positions of responsibility while still slaves. Freed for a day a week and a few hours a day to steal food, a slave could turn a profit and expect boxed ears for crimes that would have him broken on the wheel in Christian Europe.
For the period of the corsairs' dominance, entering the Mediterranean with goods was no light matter unless your state currently had a tributary agreement - essentially, protection money. This payment of tribute persisted into the 19th Century until the newly-caulked US Navy decided to make its mark and the appeasement came to an end. Piracy itself was never ended until the murderous French colonisation of Algeria, however, arguably replacing one evil with an far greater one.
Poole's writing is a joy, eschewing the often tedious verbosity of his century. He has a way of bringing the Muslim characters that he clearly loved to life on the page. This book left me wishing it were twice as long.