Until recently I had never heard of Francis Brett-Young, even though his novels sold in great numbers for about twenty years from the early 1930’s. This one was given to me by a friend who is of the same family as the author. I enjoyed it immensely. It is lengthy, but that only reminded me of the booklover I once heard of who, when asked what kind of books she liked, replied “long ones.” A multi faceted historical novel like this one, spreading over many years and widely different places, needs room to expand and breathe. I found it a page-turner.
The novel starts with the hero being victimised by the evil landowners who seek to profit from an Enclosures Act which will deprive the honest English villagers of their customary rights. I am conflicted about Enclosure ever since we studied it at school and were told it was a harsh but necessary measure without which there would have been no ability to feed a large population, start the Industrial Revolution, or make the British Empire. The implication was that backward peasants stood in the way of progress and you can’t make an omelette etc. Even at the time I felt uncomfortable with this analysis. My attraction was to a bucolic rural medievalism, not the grimness of dispossessed peasants forced to work in dark satanic mills. It is obvious that Brett Young’s sympathies are with the peasants, of whom his hero is one. I am, broadly speaking, in agreement.
The hero’s unjust prosecution and transportation are harrowing. The second half of the novel takes what for me was a completely unexpected turn: en route to Australia, he is shipwrecked and escapes, and ends up accompanying the Voortrekkers on the Great Trek, where many adventures await – including conflict with the Zulus at Blood River. (For anyone picking up the book with the cover illustration shown here on GR, this would hardly have come as a surprise – but my copy was in a plain cloth binding without a dust cover, and I assumed the second half of the novel would take place in Australia).
My mother was an Afrikaner of Dutch descent whose ancestors took part in the Great Trek, so I found this of absorbing interest. But anyone who enjoys (slightly dated) epic historical novels would find this enjoyable too. The author – a poet, soldier, and doctor as well as a writer – served in Africa in the first world war and later settled there, and clearly knew and loved it well.