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The most authoritative and intimate portrait written of Horatio Nelson
In this epic biography of history’s most celebrated naval commander, acclaimed historian John Sugden separates fact from myth to offer a powerful portrait of the hero of Trafalgar.
As was true of the Sugden’s riveting account of Horatio Nelson’s early years (Nelson: A Dream of Glory, 2005), this comprehensive life of Lord Nelson is built from largely overlooked primary documents, letters, and diaries that reach across two centuries to invite us to share Nelson’s multifaceted life.
The Sword of Albion offers the sweep and intimacy of first-rate historical fiction—revealing the interior lives, for example, of Lord Nelson’s wife, Fanny and family and the caring and more passionate Emma, Lady Hamilton, who nursed the war-weary hero back to health in Naples and London after his brilliant victory over the Spanish fleet at Cape St. Vincent in 1797 and the stunning defeat at Tenerife that cost Nelson his right arm.
Today’s reader comes to understand that every obstacle in Nelson’s path was attacked head-on with an Achilles-like ferocity and resolve. Yet his life was no steady upward trajectory; it was instead plagued by injuries and debt for the commoner admiral in a society dominated by lineage and property. As Sugden points out, “His life was a mission with the essence of a tour de force, hurrying toward a bloody climax that would change the fate of empires.”
945 pages, Kindle Edition
First published September 27, 2012
In terms of the early nineteenth century the strength of both fleets was awesome. In one discharge Nelson's fleet could hurl some 23.2 tons of lethal metal with terrific force. A single broadside from the Victory alone, amounting to some 1148 lbs of shot, was equivalent to 67 per cent of Wellington's entire firepower at Waterloo. If the Victory double-shotted her guns, as she commonly did at close quarters, this one ship could massively outgun the duke's army. Indeed, the total firepower of both armies at Waterloo amounted to a mere 7.3 per cent of the firepower at Trafalgar.I'm no military strategist, but I imagine ships of the line on the ocean as the fever dream of a crazed general who upon seeing the ocean, finally achieved his fantasy of maxxing out at an all-you-can-artillery buffet of unlimited horsepower with no confounding trees, rocks, buildings, or ditches to get in the way. Given that it would only take a single sniper's shot to take the Admiral's life, all this gunpowder and lead is literally so much 1805 overkill. If a lone 64-90 cannon ship of the line posed as significant a threat to an offshore town as a hillside of heavy artillery, it's no wonder cities walled up around high ground. Perhaps the best way to picture the flat-out insanity of this sort of warfare is to put yourself among the cannons of Little Round Top at Gettysburg, rows of cannons three to five feet apart No finesse, no speed or maneuverability needed, just raw shock and awe to get you through.