I identify so hard with George MacDonald writing one random historical novel because he got hyper-fixated on Raglan Castle. The novel never quite coheres, and the pacing is all over the place, and a lot of the time it feels like 19th century fanfic for its historical sources, but it features these delightful things:
* a love triangle between a roundhead, a cavalier, and the horse they both love
* an uptight-loves-uptight romance, including a scene where the puritan man cries actual tears because he might have to search his royalist childhood sweetheart for secret papers and he is just so APPALLED at the thought, bless his heart
* an inventor who has a clockwork flying bat, a mechanical chair, and secret mechanical passageways
* a breaking-the-fourth-wall rant about how steam power and machines have destroyed everything good in the world since the 17th century
Other thoughts: what on earth is it about Charles I that he seems like the same person in every historical novel I've read that features him in a cameo appearance? I don't feel like this happens with other historical figures.
Last time I read this, I was not yet a writer of fiction and I found it a horrible slog. Today, as a novelist, I found a lot to enjoy.
In fact, I've actually just written a novella (tentatively titled THE CLOCKWORK CAPTIVE, releasing later this year) that explicitly pays tribute to this little-known work by MacDonald, one of the most formative authors of my childhood.
2015 review:
It took me YEARS to get through this. I would see it on the shelf and think, this has got to be great. But it isn't. In a way, it's kind of comforting to think that an artist as significant, wise, influential, and wildly imaginative as Macdonald could write something this bad.