HMS Ulysses had been on my to-read list since I joined Goodreads over a decade ago. Having previously enjoyed other MacLean novels, it was time I finally delved into the one that made him famous.
No other book has made me feel this cold and claustrophobic. MacLean draws upon his wartime experiences in the Royal Navy to create a vivid picture of the Arctic Convoys. These perilous convoys, tasked with delivering urgent war materiel to the Soviet Union, were dubbed the worst journey in the world by Winston Churchill. My grandfather was part of them.
The HMS Ulysses crew are exhausted, sleep-deprived and falling apart when they are told they must do another run to Murmansk. They’re soon pummelled with brutal Arctic weather, airborne attacks, German ships and U-Boats. It’s unrelenting and bleak.
“The waves were higher now, their troughs deeper, their shoulders steeper, and the bone-chilling wind lashed the snow into a blinding curtain. A bad night, a sleepless night, both above deck and below, on watch and off.”
I found it challenging to remember characters at first – so many were introduced early – but I gradually came to know them. MacLean makes the reader feel part of the crew and witness to the bravery of men in their darkest moments. Captain Richard Vallery was my favourite – a man succumbing to illness, he was respected by all under his command. I found myself unexpectedly emotional when he insisted on touring every part of his ship.
Another strong character was the HMS Ulysses itself.
“A ghost-ship, almost, a legend. The Ulysses was also a young ship, but she had grown old in the Russian Convoys and on the Arctic patrols.”
There’s such an ominous sense of dread. I’ve never read such incredible descriptions of violent seas – when combined with the bitter cold, it almost makes you feel breathless. The tension and stress was palpable - especially the fear of being trapped below decks on a sinking ship. It’s undeniably authentic with references to many real ships and events.
HMS Ulysses isn’t a book filled with good news. I was impressed at how gritty and realistic it was – there’s no glamourising war. It was both action-packed and depressive in its hopelessness. There were numerous heartbreaking moments. It sometimes reminded me of another 1950s classic, On the Beach. I know images portrayed in this book were real for those who served – MacLean admitted as much, and I know they haunted my grandfather.
“…the burning sea was alive with swimming, struggling men. Not a handful, not even dozens, but literally hundreds, soundlessly screaming, agonisingly dying in the barbarous contrariety of drowning and cremation.”
HMS Ulysses is a memorable read with a powerful ending. It’s a story of endurance, courage, and the human cost of war. Well-deserving of its classic status, it made me wonder how my grandfather ever survived.
“Let’s admit it - fear is a natural thing. You get it in every theatre of war - but nowhere, I suggest, so intense, so continual as in the Arctic Convoys.”