For all Brigadier Gerard’s absurdities, I suspect that Arthur Conan Doyle has a certain fondness for the bragging and swaggering French soldier. Certainly Conan Doyle wrote a fair sprinkle of stories with Gerard in them.
I have spoken at length about Gerard in my review of The Exploits of Brigadier Gerard, and will keep this review shorter therefore. Suffice it to say that Gerard (if the older raconteur is to be believed) was present at all the main fighting areas of the Napoleonic wars.
Stories can be found with Gerard in Spain, Italy, Russia, Prussia, France (of course), and even Britain. It might be interesting for an historian to compare the stories and see if it was historically and geographically possible for Gerard to be in all the places he says without teleporting between locations.
However we do not need to worry about this. Gerard’s stories are self-serving and probably embroidered. Did he really offer to fight ten men at once? However there are enough asides to convince us that there is some truth in them.
Many of Gerard’s adventures are less successful than perhaps he wishes to convince us. His attempt to help Napoleon evade capture is mentioned proudly, but he only bought the former Emperor a few weeks of grace. The opinions of others are often less flattering than Gerard’s self-opinion (he thinks he could have won the Battle of Waterloo had he been fighting there), and Gerard includes these too.
I imagine the reader will share something of Conan Doyle’s ambivalent attitude towards his hero. Certainly I do. The admirable and the ridiculous walk hand in hand in Gerard’s world. He is able to beat the English at their own game while fox hunting (Conan Doyle would have been more in favour of the blood sport than many modern readers), which is impressive, but he deceives himself into thinking that the outraged English will admire him for that.
In another story, Gerard must light a beacon to tell another troop of soldiers where to move. However the territory is dangerous, and he is soon captured. Face with execution, Gerard asks to be burned to death, knowing that the sight will act as a beacon.
This is the noblest action Gerard ever commits, but he spoils the effect by anxiously trying to persuade a defector from the enemy side to tell his own side what he has done. It is not enough to be brave and heroic. He has to be lauded for it.
Perhaps without meaning to do it, Conan Doyle exposes the horror and futility of war. Gerard often mentions friends and comrades who die, often in terrible circumstances. He is the lucky one, a man of little intelligence, but with enough dash and resource to get through the war with only a few injuries, including the loss of an ear.
Still, what is it all for? Gerard’s adventures are futile, since France will lose the war in the end. His loyalty to Napoleon is misplaced, since the egotistical Emperor has taken on too many enemies, and ensured his own destruction.
So Napoleon must retreat from Spain and Russia. His attempt to come back will stall at Waterloo. An attempt to rescue him yet again will be foiled by his death. Gerard, lacking the acumen and moral flexibility to move over to the winning side, will live and die a humbler existence, with only his embellished memories to sustain him.
That is what Conan Doyle thinks about the Napoleonic wars, but the same might be said of any war too. However these are not sad or elegiac tales of human defeat. The tone remains light-hearted and fun. Whatever the outcome of the wars, Conan Doyle is concerned with the adventures that war generated. Perhaps on his own terms, Gerard was right after all.