Like his subject, Napoleon, author Jean-Paul Kauffmann has experienced captivity, as a three-year hostage in Beirut. He brings his insider's knowledge to this moving account of the most famous French soldier's last years in seclusion on a tropical island. After his defeat at Waterloo in 1815, Napoleon was exiled and imprisoned by the British on the island of St. Helena. He became increasingly withdrawn, surviving on a diet of memories that he recounted to the few people around him. But the book -- part history, part travelogue -- portrays the leader as a prisoner also of his mind, poisoned by nostalgia for his triumphs and grief over his defeats. "A haunting, unforgettable book....Kauffmann captures the desolate atmosphere of Napoleon's last home with evocative precision." -- Boston Globe
(improvements in grammar, spelling and readability made in July 2024).
I came to this book via another Kauffmann book 'A Journey to Nowhere' about Courland, and this account of his trip to St Helena, Napoleon's place of banishment, is as variegated but more insightful and complex then any of the synopsis's provided by the publishers suggest. It is about Napoleon's exile, the nightmare of boredom and petty infighting in his miniature, make believe court, but it is so much more. It is about Napoleon's effect, or lack of effect, on the island; about St Helena and its people and the odd colonial government it still had at the time; as well as a portrait of a world about to change with the introduction of television and easier communication with the building of an airport.
It is about Longwood house, Napoleon's former home, but also of the two Frenchmen who have devoted their lives to saving, restoring and preserving the house and reconstructing the gardens as they were in Napoleon's time - Gilbert and Michel Martineau, father and son - they are there at the centre of the book but always in the shadows or off to one side, stepping out of the limelight, hiding in plain sight. They are central to everything but remain curiously unexamined because they are so present. In the book's epilogue we are told that Michel will have to give up his post as Honorary French Consul and director of the French domain at Longwood in 2001 (the book was published in 1997) because of inflexible Civil Service rules. I am delighted to tell you that those rules were waived and there is far more to the story of the Martineau father and son than meets the eye and one day I think it will be as important to the story of Longwood House as Napoleon himself.
I am being deliberately obscure because much of what I know comes from reading elsewhere then this book - but the roots of fascination are there - it is a wonderfully diverse book, very subtle and interesting. It is very French in the way it looks at things and ideas, its outlook is so un-English - it is a relief - but it has no nostalgia for lost glory - and the way the author's clear eyed appraisal of Napoleon concentrates on the butchery of the battlefield of Elyau dispels any sense 'glorie' and is an example that many British writers when they look at their own 'great men' such as Nelson, Wellington or even Churchill might do well to copy. All great men stand on the bodies of the dead who have made their greatness possible - they may regret the cost but never give up the fame it brings.
Odd, unusual and very well worth reading - a book about travel, history, memory and many other things but definitely not a banal or ordinary book.
Un très belle découverte que ce livre ! Essai historique ? carnet de voyage ? un peu des deux en fait ... c'est une immersion totale dans cette ile de Saint Hélène et une formidable visite guidée de Longwood house , tous nos sens sont en éveil : la vue, les sensations, les bruits et surtout les odeurs. Et parallèlement à cette visite, l'auteur nous rappelle quelques moments clé de ce séjour en exil de Napoléon. Cette lecture étonnante par son format atypique m'a énormément plu, et j'ai aimé accompagner l'auteur dans son voyage. j'ai eu l'impression d'avoir approché un peu l'Histoire ...
I knew nothing about Napoleon's last years. I'd visited his tomb and other important places in France, but I was woefully ignorant about his years in exile. I was surprised to learn that on our around-the-world cruise, we'd stop at Saint Helena and could tour the home where he lived and died as a prisoner of the British. This was a fascinating, well-written account of those years. I REALLY look forward to seeing Longwood.
Longwood, on the inhospitable island of St Helena, is the location of Napoleon's final exile, from 1815 until his death on 5 May 1821. Jean-Paul Kauffmann spends nine days on the remote island, retracing Napoleon's last years. His visit to Longwood is a meditation on the past he cannot reach. While absorbing colours, noises, smells and the decaying patina of time, he can only imagine the prisoner's loneliness and the dull captivity. The island is a fascinating and cruel place, with its various landscapes affected by the strangeness of the weather. At Longwwod, Kauffmann tries to capture the melancholy of what remains: the study, the billiard where maps were spread, the small, curtained bed, where the Emperor confined himself in solitude and came to term with his past, the wind and the rising damp. In the end, "you don't visit Longwood; Longwood visits you, as you are irresistibly drawn by the tragic power of the plateau and the house".
Acheté lors de l'exposition sur Napoléon au palais des beaux-arts d'Arras, j'ai dévoré ce livre en 48 heures. Je partage avec Kauffmann cette vision romantique de l'Histoire, pas toujours avouable mais que j'aime cultiver, qui invite à s'attarder davantage sur l'odeur d'une eau de Cologne ou l'ombre d'une persienne, que sur les traités politiques et manœuvres militaires... Napoléon est un personnage éminemment ambigu, à la fois éblouissant et tyrannique, grandiose et terre-à-terre, et le récit de ses dernières années à Sainte-Hélène en brosse un portrait encore un peu plus complexe, nuancé, attachant. On referme ce livre avec l'envie d'inaugurer l'aéroport nouvellement construit sur l'île, et d'aller sentir les immortelles dans les allées de Longwood...
Another in my epic "Buy a Book Written/Set in the Country You're Visiting While You're Visiting It" series. Sort of. Bought this in a bookstore near Trinity College in Dublin a week after visiting Paris. Read it on the flight back to Rome, OVER France, so it basically fits.
Anyway, Kauffman's tour through Napoleon's last residence is a beautiful meditation on solitude.
part travel memoir, part historical biography. an interesting (although a bit to long) profile of an island, its natives and its most famous prisoner/resident ever to reside there.
Overbearing melancholy permeates this book and its characters like the strange smell of anti-termite chemicals and humidity permeate the house itself. This is an intricately woven tale of one man’s historical search for Napoleon in exile. Because Kauffman is French, used French primary sources, and wrote in French there is an authenticity another could not achieve. Nothing appears to be lost in the translation into English. This book begins as a depressing description of a tortured man in an oppressive place run by hateful jailers, a sort of purgatory awaiting apotheosis. I resisted buying this reduced priced book for the longest time for that simple reason but spurred by a last chance to purchase I did so. I am glad I did as it reveals much about Napoleon’s last years, which are missing from the general military history books with which I am familiar. The book maintains the melancholy theme but picks up the pace as Kauffman reveals the people he interviewed and the places he visited in preparation for his visit to St. Helena. I found his description of visit with a local military historian and tour guide at the Eylau battlefield very interesting and certainly relatable. That Kauffman connects the significance of Eylau (the first evidence that Napoleon could be beaten) and St Helena (ruminating endlessly over failure and downfall) most insightful. Kauffman weaves parallel narratives of his visit and tour of the house and island, his discussions with the contemporary caretakers and visitors, his preparatory research, connections to the artwork illustrated, and a running account of Napoleon’s captivity based on the diaries of his companions. The overall effect is brilliant in a sad way. Did I mention that Kauffmann was held captive for three years in Beirut by Shiite jihadis? This book will push me into finally reading Chandler’s massive “The Campaigns of Napoleon” which has occupied my bookshelf unopened for too long.
Nobody comes to Saint-Helena by accident, except sailors in distress. Saint-Helena does not have an airport (or at least didn't in 1997) and is an expensive and complicated destination to reach. Small and sparsely populated, it doesn't offer any conventional tourist attraction except for the house where Napoleon spent the last 5 years of his life. And yet Kauffmann begins his account of his visit there with: " Je n'ai jamais éprouvé d'inclination pour Napoléon." Own it, mate! Not only did Kauffmann go out of his way to immerse himself in the atmosphere of Napoleon's place of exile, but it turns out that prior to this trip he had visited many other battle sites and museums connected with the emperor, from Russia to Havana. Interspersed with descriptions of the island and Napoleon's modest residence, nearly destroyed many times over by dampness and termites, this book offers a wealth of factoids and amusing vignettes involving the French consul, his unpredictable father and 2 eccentric widows. The climate of Saint-Helena is so strange that the astronomer Edmund Halley spent a couple of years there to study it. Hundreds of Boer POW were parked there, and many of them died of typhoid. Napoleon had a very acute sense of smell, which was very unfortunate for him when cooped up in Longwood, a former farm in a particularly insalubrious part of the island. Kauffmann is also fascinated by portraits of the emperor and the bizarre fact that in spite of crucial discrepancies between them, they all unmistakably represent the same man. To me this was an enjoyable read, but if you truly have zero inclination for Napoleon, I wouldn't recommend it...
I heard of this book while reading John Le Carre's Pigeon Tunnel, in which he mention the author, who had been held hostage for three years in Beirut, and decided to visit Longwood on the island of St. Helena, in the middle of nowhere, where Napoleon was basically held hostage by the British, French and Russians after his defeat at Waterloo. His story of his nine day stay is interposed with Napoleon's six year imprisonment. At first Napoleon though he'd be lying the life of deposed leader in a country in England or on the European continent. Of course that was folly after his trick from Elba, which began his one hundred days of restoration till Waterloo. Interesting to read about the people who went with him, the islanders, and especially his guards, slowly began to fall into a dulling routine along with Napoleon himself. Today or at least in 1996 the island hadn't changed that much since Napoleon's visit. The people have left their infamous prisoner to the past, somewhat, but they can never walk too far away from his shadow, Interesting from not only a historical view, but also from the islanders perspective.
An engaging, well-written, thoughtful book on Napoleon's last years in exile on St. Helena. Written by a man who was unjustly imprisoned, this could have been forceful in drawing comparisons but fortunately it was not. Though, the book is as much about the conquered emperor as it is the man who wrote this coda. And, much the better it is for that. As well, various inhabitants of the island -- Saints as they are called -- as well as a couple of English visitors, figure prominently, their idiosyncrasies well drawn. Highly recommended to those interested in Napoleon as well as those interested in unusual topics and good writing. Really, just about makes me want to put the island on my "must visit" list.
L'auteur relate son voyage de neuf jours sur l'île de Saint-Hélène. Comme le fait Sylvain Tesson, le présent se mélange au passé. L'ouvrage est très bien écrit et renferme une multitude de détails, de citations concernant la fin de vie de Napoléon 1er. C'est très intéressant mais c'est quand même un peu d'effort de lecture (ce n'est pas un page-turner).
Moi qui croyait que « l'authentique eau de Cologne de l'empereur napoléon » n'était un argument marketing... Il me reste encore à vérifier pour le gel douche du Che !!!
When I bought this on a whim in a charity shop, I thought it was fiction.
To begin, I didn't love it or hate it, I quiet literally have no feelings towards the book other than I thought there were some cool tid-bits of information about a man I really have a lack of historical knowledge on and also the English v French undertones throughout.
I learnt that the British haven't changed since 1990 with their superiority of small nations, that we didn't even consider those of St Helena to be British citizens is beyond me.
It's a really good travelogue that also doubles as an investigation into Napoleon's time as a prisoner on St Helena, which is a period I knew nothing about. He captures the oppressive nature of the island which doesn't seem to have changed much in 150-odd years. It's clear the author has a big man love towards Napoleon and he gets a very sympathetic hearing.
There is also an obvious undercurrent of passive aggression towards the English throughout that I found funny and very French.
Interesting insight into Napoleon’s exile on St Helena. Distant relative worked for British Army’s St Helena Regiment whilst Napoleon was there - before relocating permanently to Australia.
An interesting blend of travelogue and history with a focus on Napoleon's last days. A captivating writer, Kauffmann might have made the book a bit more concise. In addition, I was distracted by the improbable conversations he has had with others along the way. No one, not even a French intellectual, would be capable of keeping up such a constant repartee over a few contiguous days on a remote island. I became annoyed at what, to me, was obvious fabrication that bordered on ridiculous. Nevertheless, I must admit, I would recommend the book, found it engaging and it has acted as a catalyst for me to explore more about the life of Napoleon. Warning: this book was hard to find!
In exile on tiny, mid Atlantic Saint Helena, surrounded by scheming French sycophants, Napoléon dictated his revisionist memoires , mostly blaming everyone but himself for his downfall.
This book is a compelling description of his final years at Longwood, the Saint Helena estate where he lived and eventually died. It is also a contemplation of memory, nostalgia and isolation. Beautifully written.