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281 pages, Paperback
First published January 1, 1998

Very well, … but now, again before proceeding …
1812 – The tide of war in Europe begins to turn against Napoleon when his disastrous invasion of Russia results in the loss of a major portion of his army.
October 1813 – In the War of the Sixth Coalition, Coalition forces from Russia, Prussia, the Austrian Empire, and Sweden defeat Napoleon in the battle of Leipzig. The Coalition (including Britain, Spain, Portugal, Saxony, Bavaria and the Netherlands) vow to pursue Napoleon to Paris and depose him.
Late February 1814 – Prussian Field Marshall Blucher advances on Paris.
March 1814 – The battles of Laon and Reims are fought early in the month; followed by the battle of Montmartre, fought in the Paris suburbs on the 30th. On 31 March the French surrender.
6 April 1814 – Napoleon abdicates. This leads to the ascension of Louis XVIII to the throne of France, governing under a Constitutional Monarchy (the Bourbon Restoration).
11 April 1814 – Napoleon is banished to the island of Elba, off the coast of Tuscany, and is granted sovereignty over its 12,000 inhabitants.
Early May 1814 - Napoleon arrives on Elba.
September 1814 – The Congress of Vienna, one of the signal (and controversial) events of 19th century Europe, convenes. The countries of Europe attempt to form a balance of power that will lead to peace on the continent, following the Napoleonic Wars and the French Revolution. Aspects of the Congress were used in the next century when first the League of Nations, and later the United Nations, were formed.
26 February 1815 - As the Congress of Vienna drags into its sixth month, Napoleon seizes an opportunity and escapes from Elba.
1 March 1815 - Napoleon lands in France at Golfe-Juan.
March 1815 - As he makes his way to Paris, thousands of French veterans, and nominally Royalist troops, flock to his growing army.
13 March 1815 – The Congress of Vienna declares Napoleon an outlaw.
19-20 March 1815 - Napoleon arrives in Paris and assumes the Emperorship. The Hundred Days has begun.
25 March 1815 - Austria, Prussia, Russia and the United Kingdom, members of the Seventh Coalition, pledge themselves to put 150,000 men each into the field to end Napoleon’s rule.
15-16 June 1815 – Napoleon begins the “Waterloo campaign” (later so-called), attempting to defeat the armies of the Seventh Coalition in detail. The battles of Ligny (defeating Blucher’s Prussian army) and Quatre-Bras (stalemating Wellington’s British army) are fought.
18 June 1815 - The Battle of Waterloo, one of the most famous and significant in the history of Europe, is fought. Napoleon is defeated by Wellington’s British army, with help from a late charge by Prussian cavalry which sweep the French from the field. Napoleon returns to Paris.
8 July 1815. Prussian troops enter Paris. Louis XVIII is restored to the throne (again!). The Hundred Days (actually 111 days) ends, as does Napoleon’s influence on the course of European history.
15 July 1815 – Napoleon, on the lam and neither able to remain in France or escape from it, surrenders to Captain Frederick Maitland of HMS Bellerophon and is transported to England.
24 July 1815 – Napoleon is not allowed to land on British soil; instead he is placed on a third-rate ship of the line, HMS Northumberland, and transported to the remote island of St. Helena in the South Atlantic.
six years later, 5 May 1821 – Never having left St. Helena, Napoleon dies. Talleyrand says of his death, “It was not an event, only a news item.”
Bonaparte’s secretary describes the religious practices, attitudes, and views of Bonaparte with regard to Islam. Accepting that the general curried favor with Muslims, he also hoped to deflect criticism of Bonaparte, claiming that what he did was good governance rather than bad Christianity, as his critics maintained.Now, before developing this further, just one more historical note.

They had scarcely cleared the Straits, leaving the glow of Tangier on the larboard quarter, before the rain stopped and the wind lessened, though it was still capable of a powerful gust from the same direction. ‘Mr Woodbine’, said Jack to the master, ‘I believe we may send up the topgallantmast and spread a little more canvas.’And then, a few hours later, having found the Indiamen under attack by a fleet of Moorish xebecs and galleys in a bay, barely holding their own with their lone escort, a sixteen gun brig-sloop …
This, with the help of a clearing sky over the main ocean, the light of a splendid moon and a more regular sea, was soon done; and the squadron, well in hand, at the proper cable’s length apart, ran down the Moroccan coast under courses and full topsails with an easier following sea and the wind on their larboard quarter …
This was pure sailing, with a fine regular heave and lift, an urgency of the water along the side, the sea-harping in the taut sheets and windward shrouds, the moon and stars making their even journey across the clearer sky from bow to quarter, pause and back again.
Jack made the signal for independent engagement, and launched the Surprise at what seemed to be the commanding xebec, the corsair’s leader: the Moors had no distinct line of battle, but this one wore some red and tawny pennants.But enough. No further quotes, no plot outlines.
… When each was five points on the other’s bow, Jack called, ‘On the downward roll: fire from forward as they bear.’
Some desultory musket fire, two or three well-directed round-shot from the xebec; the tingling sound of a gun hit full on the barrel; and immediately after the height of the wave Surprise fired a long rippling broadside from forty yards. The wind blew the smoke back, and when it cleared they saw a most shocking wreckage, half the xebec’s ports beaten in and her rudder shot away …
He took the Surprise right under the xebec’s stern. The frigate stayed beautifully and ran up the enemy’s side. The next slower, even more deliberate broadside shattered the Moor entirely. Xebecs were fine nimble fast-sailing craft, but they were not strongly built and she began to settle at once, her people crowding the deck and flinging everything that would float over the side.
… The bay resounded with the bellowing of guns. But already the issue was decided, the arrival of six brisk men-of-war made it absurd to stay. Those xebecs that could, spread their huge lateens on either side, in hare’s ears, and raced away at close on fifteen knots southward home to Sallee … while the uninjured galleys pulled straight into the wind’s eye, where no sailing ship could follow them.
Many readers have noted that O'Brian's series declines in quality generally at some point in the second ten books. I agree with that, but The Hundred Days is the first volume where I actually almost wished he'd ended the series earlier. The reason for this is mostly in the opening chapter. The clunky exposition in this first chapter is not especially worse than the lame exposition sections in some (not all) of the other books in the series. But I felt shocked and insulted at the way O'Brian uses this gimmicky introduction to off-handedly mention the death of one of the most important characters in the series. I seriously wondered if I had the books out of order and had missed a volume between the previous one and The Hundred Days. I continued on through the book, expecting some sort of dealing with this death by one or more of the other characters who should've been quite affected. But this grieving is mostly absent, other than some vague references here and there. I just don't understand this at all, and I felt cheated.
The end of the novel features another unexpected death, also of a beloved character (though not as significant as the death just before the story's opening). And again, characters who ought to have been very affected by this death seem to feel very little.
It's a shame that this strange lack of emotion mars a story that otherwise I found interesting enough. The political intrigue is nicely done in this one, if similar to other missions Stephen and Jack have already accomplished. The story could have been at least on par with the books in the second half of the series, if only O'Brian had allowed some real emotion, given some urgency and necessity to this book as a whole. But without that urgency, the book feels cold and unnecessary.
The gimmick of having Stephen ask questions in order to teach the reader something continues to wear thin. At some moments, he actually seems to have learned something about life at sea, but then he'll ask some question that surely he must have asked before. After all these years sailing with Jack, can Stephen really not yet have figured out the payment of prize money?? Come on.
So now on to the final finished book of the series, with hopes for something more substantial than The Hundred Days.My reviews of the Aubrey/Maturin series:
Master and Commander
Post Captain
H.M.S. Surprise
The Mauritius Command
Desolation Island
The Fortune of War
The Surgeon's Mate
The Ionian Mission
Treason's Harbour
The Far Side of the World
The Reverse of the Medal
The Letter of Marque
The Thirteen-Gun Salute
The Nutmeg of Consolation
Clarissa Oakes
The Wine-Dark Sea
The Commodore
The Yellow Admiral
The Hundred Days
Blue at the Mizzen
21
"I repeated your 'No penetration, no sodomy', which floored one and all; although I must say that most of them were glad to be floored. I persuaded the others to find no more than gross indecency."
“There is the rope, of course. He can get half a crown an inch for a rope that hanged a right willain. And there are the clothes, bought by them that think a pair of pissed and shitten breeches …’
‘Now then, Killick,’ cried Poll, ‘this ain’t one of your Wapping ale-houses or knocking-kens, so clap a stopper over that kind of talk. “Soiled linen” is what you mean.’
‘… are worth a guinea, for the sake of the luck they bring. But most of all it is the Hand of Glory that makes the hangman so eager for the work. Because why? Because it too is worth its weight in gold … well, in silver.’
‘What’s a Hand of Glory?’ asked the nervous voice.
‘Which it is the hand that did the deed – ripped the young girl up or slit the old gentleman’s throat – and that the hangman cuts off and holds up. And our Doctor has one in a jar which he keeps secret in the cabin and looks at by night with his mate, talking very low.”
“Do not take me for a bloody-minded man, Stephen, a death-or-glory swashbuckling cove. Believe me, I had rather see a first-rate burnt to the waterline than a ship’s boy killed or mutilated.”
“The doctors are going ashore,’ said Joe Plaice to his old friend Barret Bonden.
‘I don’t blame them,’ said Bonden. ‘I should like to see the sights of Spalato myself. I dare say they are going to burn a candle to some saint.’
‘That’s a genteel way of putting it,’ said Plaice.
At six bells in the middle watch, when all the larboard and most of the starboard guns had been drawn and reloaded with powder that Jack kept for saluting, the doctors came back. They were kindly helped up the side by powerful seamen and they crept, weary and bowed, towards their beds.
‘Wholly shagged out,’ said the gunner’s mate. ‘Dear me, they can’t hardly walk.’
‘Well, we are all of us human,’ said the yeoman of the sheets.”