“With your permission, then, we will push my own personality as far as possible out of the picture. If you can conceive me as a thin and colourless cord upon which my would-be pearls are strung, you will be accepting me upon the terms which I should wish.”
Such are the words with which Rodney Stone describes himself in the third paragraph of Arthur Conan Doyle’s historical novel. Indeed Conan Doyle seems to be slyly acknowledging the truism common to most adventure stories, which is that the hero or narrator is the least interesting character in the book.
In most of these books, the hero is, as Conan Doyle acknowledges a ‘colourless cord’ on which the pearls of the adventure are strung. He is not an active participant in his fate so much as a passive figure. He does not make events happen. Events happen to him, and he merely reacts to them.
In the case of Rodney Stone, such a description flatters the narrator if anything. We might even say that nothing at all happens to Rodney Stone to justify naming the book after him. He does nothing of note in the book, and nobody does anything of note to him. He merely describes what happens to others.
Consider the book’s four main plot points. There is a mystery concerning a murder and a ghost. Rodney’s only role here is that his uncle knew the suspected culprit, and he entered the haunting house with a friend.
Roddy is offered the opportunity by his well-meaning but foppish uncle Sir Charles Tregellis to become a Regency dandy. While Rodney is dressed for the part, he does nothing of the sort, and merely learns about the life of fashionable men during the Regency period via his uncle’s experiences.
An opportunity is made available for Roddy to fight against Napoleon in the employ of Lord Nelson. This chance only arises because his father is a sailor. In the event, Roddy views a ship and meets Nelson and Lady Hamilton, but does no fighting, at least during the book.
Finally Roddy’s friend Boy Jim takes up boxing, but Roddy only observes this via his uncle, and plays no part in any of the events relating to the boxing matches.
By now I have summarised the entire book for you via the experiences of the inert gas who narrates the adventures of others, but who has no apparent life of his own.
I suspect that Arthur Conan Doyle was not himself greatly inspired by his own book. Either that or he was writing under pressure to finish the book quickly or keep it short. Rodney Stone packs in four story threads, and yet is less than half the length of the Sir Nigel books. This has an unfortunate effect in terms of not allowing space for any of the stories to breathe.
In some ways the book follows the template of Conan Doyle’s other historical novels. There is suspense and adventure. There is a good deal of name-dropping, as famous figures pass through the novel. There are a number of discussions about contemporary issues that allow Conan Doyle to show us his research.
Overall though, Conan Doyle would have been better either writing a longer book or removing some of the various plot threads that fill it. I would also argue that Conan Doyle does not choose wisely which stories he would most like to follow.
My personal favourite storyline is that involving the Regency fops of the day. Conan Doyle does a good line in showing their amusing foibles and affectations – the cultivated eccentricities, the arguments over obscure items of fashion, and the astounding rudeness with which they talk to one another.
Nonetheless Conan Doyle feels a certain affection for the Regency dandies. He is quick to find praise for Roddy’s uncle, and even for the other poseurs of the day. Perhaps that amused sympathy is what allows Conan Doyle to write about them so well.
I doubt that Conan Doyle is the kind of writer who could make a comedy of manners about the absurdities of Regency England. He has a good eye for the frivolity and foolishness of the age, and a good ear for reproducing their affected speech patterns, often laced with French expressions. What Conan Doyle lacks is the patience for such a book. His main interest is in writing adventure and suspense stories.
Yet curiously Conan Doyle gives short shrift to the story that might seem to play most to his strengths. The murder mystery would seem to be safe ground for Conan Doyle, but this story strand disappears out of the novel for a long time, only reappearing at the end. Perhaps Conan Doyle wanted to make clear that this is a historical romance and not a Sherlock Holmes story.
Conan Doyle also finds little time to develop any story surrounding the Napoleonic Wars. This may be because he had just written The Exploits of Brigadier Gerard, a series of short stories portraying the same war from the other side.
As it is, Roddy meets Nelson, and sees how the great man is shamelessly flattered by his mistress. He does not see any fighting however, and we only learn of his role in the war against France during the last chapter. This would seem to be a potentially interesting plotline, and one that would have given Roddy something to do. However Conan Doyle allows the chance to slip away.
Instead we get a lot of attention paid to the least interesting part of the book, the boxing matches with Boy Jim. Conan Doyle was fascinated with boxing. He was a pugilist himself. He wrote several short stories on the subject. He even suggests in one story that Sherlock Holmes was a successful boxer, but this idea is wisely forgotten in later books.
So the book is filled with descriptions of the boxing scene of the day, and the fights held by the prominent men of the ring in the Regency period. I personally have no interest whatsoever in boxing, though I like a few anti-boxing movies such as Raging Bull, The Set-Up and Million Dollar Baby.
Curiously even this story ends in anti-climax. Boy Jim does not fight in the climactic match and the role is taken on by his father (a man who has been out of practice, and has had no training for many years!). However even this match reaches no final conclusion.
Rodney Stone is a perfectly readable book, and I enjoyed the parts describing the dandies of the day. It is one of the weaker historical romances by Conan Doyle however.