This is arguably the most interesting of the Hornblower novels and also one of some particular personal significance. Having had Ash point out a copy to me in the second hand bookshop at Mount Stewart, I picked it up and enjoyed a brisk re-read of an influential book.
When Forester wrote this, he had already charted the future of Hornblower and Bush's relationship. Having introduced them as Captain and First Lieutenant respectively in the 1936 publication The Happy Return (aka Beat to Quarters for the American market) he followed their professional development through The Ship of the Line, then Flying Colours, then The Commodore before concluding Hornblower and Bush's part in the Napoleonic wars with Lord Hornblower published in 1946.
Understandably fond of his character and his maritime adventures, Forester delved into Hornblower's pre-Happy Return past to deliver Mr Midshipman Hornblower in 1950, and that I think is where I picked up the series, with what were essentially a collection of short stories about Hornblower's adventures on and around Sir Edward Pellew's famed frigate Indefatigable. Perhaps because of the age of its protagonist there is a Young Adult feel to Mr Midshipman Hornblower that led a pre-teen reader like me smoothly into the series and indeed the whole genre.
Chronologically (on Hornblower's timeline) Lieutenant Hornblower is the second book in the series and I probably got that out of the local library. By that stage Forester knew the full future of both his characters and was essentially retro-fitting a backstory onto those future relationships.
There are some anachronisms. In The Happy Return Hornblower refers to having had other first lieutenants before Bush and been dissatisfied with a degree of overfamiliarity he had allowed, hence his more reserved and aloof captainship on the long journey round Cape Horn. This may be partly why Forester waited ten years between publication of the Lieutenant Hornblower and its immediate chronological sequel Hornblower and the Hotspur (published 1962) where it becomes clear that Bush has always been first lieutenant of Hornblower's ships.
The chief peculiarity of Lieutenant Hornblower is that, unlike all the other b0oks, it is told from Bush's third person limited point of view, rather than Hornblower's (apart from a few passages where Forester, unable to resist hopping into Hornblower's head, slips into an omniscient narration). This device serves two purposes, it keeps the essential mystery of what happened to Captain Sawyer as an enigma for the reader - could Hornblower really have been a cold blooded murderer? It's second purpose is to give us both an insight into Bush's character and an outsider's perspective on Hornblower.
In the books already written, Forester had depicted Bush as a loyal, competent but fundamentally unimaginative officer who could only ever have reached the rank of captain through extreme good fortune. Making him at this point senior to Hornblower, allowed Forester to impose some significant constraints on his favourite protagonist. It also means that Forester has to constantly qualify his elegant prose and character analysis with passages that go The feelings/thoughts that Bush was experiencing were essentially 'X' but he lacked the capacity to express/recognise it in those terms The limitations of Bush the character force Forester to be a more intrusive author.
One of the features of Hornblower - as Forester had already written him - was a social awkwardness that prevents him from scrabbling for self-interest. In A Ship of the Line Hornblower internally bemoans his reluctance to glad-hand the dockyard supervisors in order to garner preferential interest for fitting out his ship, reflecting that 'It was not his conscience that stopped him, but his self-consciousness'. In Lieutenant Hornblower Forester has Bush witness this trait and be frustrated by it when Hornblower is playing whist with two very influential admirals and ignores key opportunities to mention/name drop his triumphant exploits in Santa Domingo, instead falling back on self-deprecating comments that border on rudeness.
Reading this as a ten or eleven year old, the place names were all a mystery to me, but - with google maps at my phone finger tips it was easy to zoom in on Scotchman's Bay off Haiti and to finally appreciate the dangers of the long narrow Bahia de Samana where HMS Renown was trapped on a sandbank between the hostile fire of two enemy forts. Forester's fidelity to geographic and historical detail was remarkable, and the detail in his description of naval operations from moving guns, to kedging a ship of a sandbank were all very impressive. They have that air of realism, even if they may not be entirely real. I say this because at one point in wind strong enough to have the ship heeling, Forester has the Renown travelling with studding sails set. Studding sails were, as I understand them, fragile sail extensions used only in conditions of almost dead calm, when the ship was desperate to catch every breath of wind.
There is, in the context of Haitii and the Toussant L'Overture rebellion a degree of casual racism which probably was true of Hornblower's time (Nelson himself had terribly racist views about people of colour), and also of Forester's time when writing the book. The language might not be quite as sharp as the (historically accurate) use of the N word in the near contemporary 1955 film The Dambusters (Guy Gibson did name his dog the N-word, and when the dog was run over just before the mission he did decide to use the dog's name as one of the codewords for success in the mission). However, the dismissive language for the rebellious slaves does grate against modern sensibilities.
Forester's story telling is masterful, the use of chapters to divide the narrative into neat contained episodes strikingly effective. The prose elegantly describes scenery and events, while also capturing complex professionalism of ship and crew as a machine of interdependent parts working in harmony. Bush's desperate defence of the ship when the prisoners threaten to overrun it captures that adrenaline fuelled rage of combat, and almost berserker fury, a level of immersive description that many a fantasy author would do well to emulate.
For me, this was a significant book on my journey as a writer. The combination of action and adventure with tense psychological pressures of a team of officers in claustrophobic confinement and subordinate to a rigid hierarchy, created the potential for narrative conflict essential to any compelling story. That was exactly the tension I tried to capture in a succession of trunk/attic novels that I churned out in the long summer holidays of my early teens. They may never see the light of day, but they fired in me that drive to write, to tell a story.
To be fair to Forester though, I never felt I could aspire to be as good as him. It was instead picking up another naval novel, a copycat writing capturing the swelling wave of this genre. The book was Form Line of Battle by Alexander Kent, a sop to my reading senses that had by then exhausted all that Forester had to offer. Kent's much more ordinary prose, and mechanical plotting is what first convinced me - 'Hey I can do better than this' and launched me on the way to writing a handful of pale imitations. But hey, I'm still writing after all these years!
Lieutenant Hornblower is also the source of one particular lingering moment of childhood frustration. I was going out for a meal with my parents to help entertain one of dad's more exalted work colleagues - who also happened to be a Hornblower afficionado. Naturally the forty-something business consultant and the thirteen year old school boy fell to a game of Hornblower trivia, and he asked me "What was the smallest ship Hornblower returned to England in?" I thought carefully, rejected the Hotspur as a 20 gun sloop and settled somewhat triumphantly on the Retribution the 18 gun prize Hornblower had captured and been sent back to England in at the conclusion of Lieutenant Hornblower.
My opponent, with a gleam in his eye, declared me wrong and named instead The Witch of Endor in which Hornblower escaped French captivity at the end of Flying Coloures Shame faced I conceded defeat and it was only hours after the meal I realised I had not in fact been wrong. While - in the Gregory Peck film Hornblower it was The Witch of Endor that carried the escapees all the way to Portsmouth, in the books (which are canon) The witch only carried Hornblower as far as the blockading squadron off Brest and he returned to England on the 100 gun Flagship. So I was right!