This summer I completed the goal of a life-time: to hike the West Highland Way, all 96.5 miles from Milngavie to Fort William. It was late afternoon on an eerily hot July day, following on from a week of searing sunshine, when my girlfriend and I stumbled into Fort William town centre. Though hard to summarise the experience one aspect for me was a deeper appreciation of History, with a capital 'H'. The Scottish Highlands are replete with an equal-parts rich and sumptuous yet savage diaspora of tales which echo through its glens and rustle the heather. Case in point: no one who knows the broad strokes of Scottish history can utter the words 'Glen Coe' without awakening the trauma of first hearing the story of the 1692 massacre, an echo of a crime so terrible we feel it deeply today. Not only that, but the stories of that dramatic era are almost inseparable from the WHW trail. Endearing to learn more about the broader political events surrounding episodes such as these, I bought this book from the Fort William bookshop.
The Jacobite Uprisings, spanning a period of pan-British and Irish civil tumult from 1688 to 1746 echoing beyond, are a subject of endless fascination to me, as they are to millions. There is a strange and undefined place that "The '45", in particular, has taken in Scottish History. It is at once a great, sweeping romance inflected with tragedy: Bonnie Prince Charlie and the seven companions making the crossing from France on the 'Du Teillay', the raising of the Royal Standard at Glenfinnan and the gathering of the Highland Clans, the high watermark hubris of making it as far south as Derby unbeaten and unopposed then the crushing retreat and final devastating defeat at Culloden. This is so misunderstood in the popular imagination it beggars belief, little to the fault of the popular imagination. It was not a Scots-Anglo conflict, nor was it Protestant Establishment vs. deposed Catholic Monarch and his loyal followers of the Celtic fringe. There were plenty of English Jacobites, as well as lowland and Highland Scots who fought for the British Army, a.k.a. 'Redcoats'.
In the course of reading this book I visited Urquhart Castle near Inverness where I got talking to a re-enactor and avid reader of this era. Among the fascinating insights he told me was this little kernel of insight: there has been significant political influence against the teaching of this era in schools because it is 'Anti-Union'. Perhaps what many of the Jacobites were fighting for was not merely a quaint, antiquated belief in The Divine Right of Kings, and the shock of King James' deposition, but in fact freedoms sought after which form the basis of ultra-contemporary grass-roots movements: Scottish independence, a united Ireland.
Anyway, the book...
Seward has a flair for the dramatic and an open pro-Jacobite bias which is on display from page one. Each chapter starts with an extract from a contemporary writer, poet, or song which captures the essence of 'the struggle' from the Jacobite side. Rather than hindering insight, if you choose to go with him, he can and does illuminate a bold, revisionist perspective on a topic that just keeps on giving. He is clearly trying to rattle established cages here, and certainly manages to provoke if not always to convince. Claims towards the end of the book that a restored Stuart Monarchy would have ensured aforementioned Scottish independence, a free and united Ireland, and maybe even have brought the USA into the fold under a more lenient, liberal monarchy are as bold as they are baffling. Food for thought, at least.
Regardless, he spins a good yarn. The main players of the time are brought to life through vivid descriptions backed up by solid research, each chapter is brief yet detailed, the tone ranges from the depths of depraved brutality to moments of levity which can be downright hilarious. (One cheeky observer expressing their disbelief that King James VII and II's mistress had 'such exquisite limbs' belonging to her face got a good chuckle.) Some of the early chapters on the seminal battles in Ireland to secure the ascendancy of King William of Orange are visceral in their savageness. I think I actually suffered a minor form of PTSD when reading that, during the Battle of Aughrim (the bloodiest in Ireland's history), French military leader Charles Chalmot de Saint-Ruhe was mid-way through rousing his unit with promised glory when a canonball blasted his head off his shoulders.
TL;DR - This is a rousing, sweeping history of the whole Jacobite era told in narrative form from a quite deliberately pro-Jacobite slant. If you want an introduction to the topic this is perfect. By the end I actually felt a loss for what could have been. I confess I spent days listening to renditions of old Jacobite songs, 'Will Ye No Come Back Again' and the like. If it hits hard on the emotions then it does quite possibly falter on historical analysis, in which bold claims are made somewhere between speculation and fantasy. Overall, however, this is a thoroughly enjoyable read.
*I have just bought John Prebble's 'Culloden' and can't wait to dive back into another narrative re-telling of an era which defined modern Scotland, and Britain...!