‘Frontline’ opens with a Prologue set in 1910 the sole purpose of which seems to be to demonstrate the author’s medical knowledge - and here (as in many other parts of the book) Dr Jones does not wear his learning lightly.
Presumably, outside of all the detail of a tragic obstetric emergency, he intended the chapter to be our introduction to the book’s protagonist - but just who is he? Is he Will or is he Robbie? All that can be gleaned from an otherwise pointless opening to the novel is the knowledge that a 10-year old William Burnett still took his toy bear to bed and a brief teaser (i.e. ‘This moment will stay with Will forever’) - a teaser, though, that is never actually followed through.
The story then moves forward in time to August 1914 in a chapter that concerns Grace, who we discover is just sixteen years of age. I say the chapter ‘concerns’ Grace, but it is rather more about her parents until it finally leads to the revelation that, within days of the Declaration of War on Germany, she is on her way to serve as a military nurse (despite her years).
Now, whilst the opening chapter affords Dr Jones the opportunity to try and impress us with his undoubted medical knowledge, the third serves only to demonstrate his lack of understanding of the First Aid Nursing Yeomanry (FANY). Yes, it was formed in 1907 (by Edward Baker, who had been a Warrant Officer in the 21st Lancers and was wounded during the Battle of Omdurman in 1898). Yes, the emphasis of its early recruitment was on attracting young women who could already ride and who owned their own horses. However, whilst the FANY offered its services to the British authorities as soon as the First World War started, the British Army actually refused to work with it. Only the Belgians would. Grace Ashley-Smith, then heading the FANY, acquired an ambulance and crossed to Calais on 27th October 1914 with six FANYs. They were to drive ambulances - not, like Grace, to actively participate in tending to wounded British soldiers in operating theatres in an ever increasing number of Field Hospitals dotted around the warzone. But ... I guess that the former setting would not have allowed Dr Jones the opportunity to further showcase his medical knowledge.
Reference is made to the 1st Battalion Royal Berkshire Regiment, purportedly travelling to war on the same train as Grace. However, 1RBR were mobilised in Aldershot on the 5 August 1914. They entrained at Farnborough (i.e. not Victoria) on the 8 August 1914 bound for Southampton. They boarded the ‘SS Vera’ on the 12 August 1914 bound for Le Havre and arrived at Rouen the following day. Any meeting between Grace and soldiers in the 1RBR on a train from Victoria can only be historical fantasy - although, granted, the Regiment was in Vellereille-le-Sec and Halte, near to Givry, on the 23 August 1914.
I do not normally expect a GP to have a full grasp of military history - unless, like Dr Jones, he or she is writing a piece of fiction set during an important chapter of military history. In such a case, I do expect the highest level of research to have been undertaken before putting the proverbial pen to paper. Here, Dr Jones fails dismally - and yet, two searches on Google and ten minutes of following up the results of these would have avoided many of the above shortcomings. But ... at the end of the day, I accept that ‘Frontline’ is a piece of fiction and ultimately stands or falls on the actual story being told, and how it’s written, rather than its absolute historical accuracy.
Unfortunately, ‘Frontline’ also falls down badly here. It is both confused and confusing. It does not excite in any way. For example, the first three chapters are uninspired and uninspiring. In that regard, if this book had been written by someone who did not possess a modicum of celebrity, it would never have been published - except, perhaps, by Dr Jones himself by using Kindle Direct Publishing or something similar. It simply would not have survived the initial scrutiny of any Literary Agent, who would have put the submission in the ‘Not to be followed up’ pile long before the end of Chapter 2.
Throughout the book, we are faced by a myriad of chapters (often only a page or two in length), characters and places (many of whom or which add nothing to the story line and serve only to add to its confusion).
However, to give credit where it is due, ‘Frontline’ is a book that is an easy read in the sense that I was able to finish reading it in about 5 hours. The underlying problem is that it is difficult to distinguish whether it is YA Fiction (with fifteen and sixteen years of age protagonists gallivanting about in War Comic book fashion) or some sort of a medical text book (with Dr Jones continually trying to impress his medical knowledge upon us). It cannot seriously be regarded as a credible piece of historical fiction.
In closing, I have seen one or two reviews by individuals who have compared ‘Frontline’ with ‘Birdsong’ (I can only assume because both stories start in 1910 and characters in each book are tunnellers). With respect to them, Dr Jones is far from being in the same class of writer as Sebastian Faulks and ‘Frontline’ could never rate anyway close to ‘Birdsong’ as a novel. I would certainly advise anyone who has not read ‘Birdsong’ to do so long before they ever considered reading ‘Frontline’.