When Santa delivered The Legend of Albert Jacka I was delighted. Sadly however, it turned out to be the latest sausage off the Peter FitzSimons production factory floor. The bandanaed one has struck a cunning recipe – use a worthwhile subject, Eureka, James Cook, Gallipoli, Ned Kelly; have some people research the topic and provide our author with a “Biography for Dummies”; let him sprinkle his own brand of fairy dust or in the FitzSimons oeuvre bull dust; have someone provide scattered quotes and you’re away.
The trouble is that the recipe fails when the ingredients fail. Sure, he wants to attribute credit over several pages of acknowledgements but sadly in his case rather than sharing credit the factory workers share the blame.
Is it possible for an editor or subeditor to ignore so many glaring faults that it brings into question the fabric of the whole?
When, on page 72, he writes of Ashmead-Bartlett corresponding with the “British Prime Minister, Lord Asquith” one wonders how, when H.H. Asquith only became the 1st Earl of Oxford and Asquith in 1925.
Simple schoolchild errors Pete, the same as on page 167 with a reference to “Cardinal Mannix” -a promotion that old Dan may have yearned for but never received.
And from the simple howlers, on to his description of F.W. Rolland (later Sir Frank Rolland) as the headmaster of Geelong Grammar, when the lifelong Presbyterian was in fact the headmaster of the Geelong College – a nicety that escaped Pete’s scrutiny more than once through the work. A failed distinction that exemplifies the scholarship.
However, the continued interest in FitzSimons’ subjects make them worthwhile, if only for their bibliography. By the way, Pete, how many did you actually read?
Sadly, a worthy subject and a life worth knowing has been let down by a writer who delights in mangling puns and similar juvenile comic effects. Rather than a proper biography it reads as an overblown piece from a weekend tabloid.