The amazing thing about belonging to a bookclub is that you are exposed to books you would never normally choose to read. I was just 17 when the IRA blew up a boat off the west coast of Ireland, just south of the line separating north from south. Way down at the bottom of the world in New Zealand, I distinctly remember the event, and the international horror and outrage at this act. I gathered the main target was a very important person but no real idea of who he was or what he had done. And that is basically all I remember of the incident.
All the focus, naturally was on Lord Louis, grandson of Queen Victoria, cousin of the Queen, godfather of Prince Charles. As well as being royal, he had a very distinguished naval war career, Supreme Allied Commander of South East Asia, took Burma off the Japanese and ended up being Admiral of the Fleet. For his service, he was appointed the last Viceroy of India, and was instrumental in the handing over of India back to the Indian government in 1947.
On that boat was a family group out for a day fishing and general mucking about. The principle target, Lord Louis Mountbatten was killed, as were his 13 year old grandson Nicholas, Nicholas's paternal grandmother Lady Brabourne, and a local lad, 14 year old Paul Maxwell. Also on the boat were Lord Louis' daughter Patricia and husband John, and their other 13 year old identical twin son Timothy. These three, due to the quick thinking and actions of the locals, miraculously survived the bombing, and although severely injured did, in their own way, recover.
So a book written by the surviving twin finds itself on the bookclub table and suddenly I feel compelled to read it - the story behind the headlines.
Timothy and his parents were too ill to go to the funerals of their parents/grandparents/son/brother. So there was no real sense of closure for him, and in the days before full scale trauma counselling such as is available today, in many ways he was simply left to get over it and get on with his life. Some 20 years later he decides to confront the past, the result of which is this sensitively written, very forgiving, gracious, and mostly cathartic book. Timothy's story has three parts to it - the family and its history that Timothy belongs to, the events leading up to the bombing and its immediate aftermath; the path of Timothy's life and how he does his own investigation into the bombing, the IRA with personal visits to Ireland; and most significantly the devastating effect of the death of his identical other on his own life. I would say one of the key drivers in his survival and which comes through very strongly in the book, is how close knit and functional this particular family is.
As well as all the family stuff, there is a considerable amount of writing about the conflict in Ireland and the Troubles which reached their peak in the late 1970s. Many people have no sympathy at all for the IRA and its ilk. We would all forgive Timothy if he expressed hate and bitterness for those responsible, but he doesn't. He may not agree with their methods, but he understands their cause. He discovers that his grandfather had been a target for quite some time, and seems to accept that it was really only a matter of time before something happened.
A most interesting and emotional read about a troubled time in recent history and how there really are no winners in any of these conflicts.