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304 pages, Paperback
First published January 1, 1991


Book 15 continues to stretch Aubrey and Maturin's voyage into one of their longest yet. This is mostly fine with me, though I do enjoy the return to domestic scenes occasionally. In this case, one of the disappointments is the off-stage nature of Stephen's coming to terms with having a child. He has been so vehemently opposed to children in the past that even though there is some of his wrestling with the implications of becoming a father, I feel slighted that this plot thread has developed mostly away from the narrative of the book.
The central mystery of this story is: Who is Clarissa Oakes? O'Brian does a really nice job of slowly drawing out her history. Even by the end of the book, her chronology and past are not precisely known. It's like the author is bound by the same "I don't like people asking me personal questions" rule that the character imposes on everyone around her. Clarissa is by far one of the most intriguing and satisfying (and tragic) characters in the whole series. For that reason, I am puzzled why Norton chose to change the original title from Clarissa Oakes to the nearly nonsensical title The Truelove for the American edition. Yes, there is a Truelove in the story, but it doesn't make much of an appearance until the final act, and it's not a pivotal element (though it does have something significant to do with Clarissa's path).
The non-Clarissa plot strands in this book feel a bit tired--similar to events that have already happened, but without quite the investment of other volumes. Islands come and go, but without a lot of weight. Martin becomes so tiresome that even Jack writes home to Sophie about how tiresome he is. But then by the end, I guess he's become not so tiresome (to Jack, anyway).
As usual, this book makes me want a pot of coffee, almost constantly. I'm sure someone has tallied how many pots of coffee Jack and Stephen drink together in the cabin. It must be hundreds.
My reviews of the Aubrey/Maturin series:
Master and Commander
Post Captain
H.M.S. Surprise
The Mauritius Command
Desolation Island
The Fortune of War
The Surgeon's Mate
The Ionian Mission
Treason's Harbour
The Far Side of the World
The Reverse of the Medal
The Letter of Marque
The Thirteen-Gun Salute
The Nutmeg of Consolation
Clarissa Oakes
The Wine-Dark Sea
The Commodore
The Yellow Admiral
The Hundred Days
Blue at the Mizzen
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worse than that for our purposes was his case-book showing long-drawn-out histories of general bilious indisposition, melancholy, taedium vitae sometimes reaching mere despair, extreme irascibility: all this with no known agent, though autopsy showed an enlarged quadrate lobe studded with yellow nodules the size of a pea. He calls it Botany Bay liver, and it is this or some one of the other New Holland diseases that I fear our patient may have caught. The vexation and more than vexation of spirit is certainly present.'
'It is deeply saddening to see what disease can do to a whole cast of mind, to a settled character,' said Martin. 'And sometimes our remedies are just as bad. How it appears to draw in the boundaries of free-will.’
'I am told he has not cruised before; and is a somewhat philosophical, theoretical gent.'
'Then the sooner his capers are cut short the better. Let us have no benevolent revolutions, no humanitarians, no Goddamned systems, no panaceas. Look at that wicked fellow Cromwell, and those vile Whigs in poor King James's time, a fine seaman as he was, too.'
“A man could not speak chuff to such a girl, without he was a very mere Goth. Old Jarvey could not speak chuff to such a girl.'
'It is my belief, brother, that your misogyny is largely theoretical.'
'Ay,' said Jack, shaking his head. 'I love a wench, it is true; but a wench in her right place”
At different times I had tried to explain the violent male desire for exclusive possession—the standard by which a wide variety of partners if not promiscuity is laudable in oneself, vile in women—the want of sequence or even common honesty of mind coupled with unshakable conviction—the unreasonable yet very strong and very painful emotions that arise from jealousy (a feeling to which she is almost entirely a stranger)—and the very great force of rivalry.
When the cutter was within hail a man stood up, fell down, stood up again holding the coxswain's shoulder and called 'What ship is that?' in an approximately American voice, drawing his face in a sideways contortion to do so.
‘Do I agree? I do not. Your premises are mistaken and so necessarily is your conclusion.’
We swim in ignorance. Where these diseases are not wholly characteristic, sharply marked and obvious, they are difficult to detect; and when we have detected them there is still little we can really do. Apart from general care our only real resource is mercury in its various forms, and sometimes the remedy is worse than the disease.