Showing posts with label 1745. Show all posts
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Wednesday, 21 January 2015

PAULA'S PEOPLE: INTERVIEW WITH DAVE McCALL WHO WRITES AS DAVID EBSWORTH

Welcome all to Paula's People, my very own spot on The Review Blog where I get to talk to some of the most interesting people. Today I would like to introduce you to the winner of our Book of the Month Award, Dave McCall who writes as David Ebsworth. This month it was my turn to choose the first winner, The Jacobites' Apprentice, and it means that this book has been chosen to win for its high standards of excellence. 


Hello, Dave, I am so thrilled to announce you as my Book of the Month for The Review. When I thought about this award and chose the first slot, I did not even have to think twice about which book I was going to choose. The Jacobites’ Apprentice just popped into my head straight away and I was like YES! That’s the one! So I’m glad to be in this position now to present your book to our readers and to present you as a shining example of why being an indie author works.

Thanks, Paula, and it’s a great privilege to be first up for Book of the Month – and among so many old friends, of course! So thanks for thinking so highly of Jacobites' and also for giving me this chance to talk about it.

The Jacobites’ Apprentice is your first novel and is such a roller coaster ride of an epic tome. How long did it take to research and write?

In truth, I wrote it twice. I spent two years researching and writing the first version, but that was while I was still working full-time – as a union negotiator, you may remember.  I had no real intention of publishing anything then. It was just a hobby, really. Then I retired, but still wanted a new challenge, something that would feel like a work routine. So I went back to the manuscript of Jacobites', realised that the background story was OK, but the writing and plot detail was abysmal. So it went in the bin. Every page. And I started again. It was easier this time, of course, because the basic research was mostly complete. It still took me more than a year to finish the first draft of version two, though. It’s a big book – over 300,000 words. And then there was all the editing and polishing. Another six months. So I suppose I spent two years on the version of Jacobites' that was eventually published early in 2012.


What inspired you to choose this subject and how did your characters develop?

I was working in Salford at the time, and doing lots of meetings in Manchester. I’m from Liverpool really, so it felt a bit like foreign territory. But as I was going from place to place, I started noticing the various blue plaques that linked the city to events in 1745 and the Bonnie Prince Charlie rebellion. It was one of the periods of history that’s always fascinated me, though I think I had a fairly romantic view of the story. It intrigued me, I suppose - that little-known fact that Charles Edward Stuart only enjoyed minority support from Scotland in his bid to reclaim the throne for his exiled family, and was tempted to march south on the promise that England was full of sympathisers who would flock to his banner if given half a chance.


He should have known better! In practice, only Manchester provided any substantial numbers of additional troops – three hundred, in total. Well, I thought, I’d like to read a novel about that. But there wasn’t one. I searched for ages. So there was really only one solution. And the characters simply walked out of the walls wherever I found those blue plaques. Manchester in 1745 was a town divided. Right down the middle. Not by football but by its politics. Those Manchester merchants, clergymen and citizens loyal to the ruling Hanoverian George II – the Whigs, and their mainly Catholic opposite numbers who felt marginalised by the Hanoverians and wanted a return of the exiled Stuarts – the Tories. So I needed three or four fictional characters from each faction who would stand for the real-life personalities of the time.

My favourite characters are definitely Maria-Louise and Titus Redmond. As a couple they work tremendously well together despite their dysfunction. Maria-Louise, for example, is painted by you so vividly, that I could hear her, see her and almost feel her jumping out of the pages. Titus I just adored, and even though he is flawed and not a saintly man, I couldn’t help but have a soft spot in my heart for him. Did you base these characters on anyone in particular or did they develop naturally – or did they turn out a lot different to what you’d had in mind when you started?



Titus was easy. It had occurred to me that, although the main supporters of each side were middle-class merchants, they were up to their necks in intrigue and also some illicit operations – tea smuggling was rife at the time, for example, as a supplement to more honest trading. So they must have been ‘rough diamonds’ for the most part. And I wanted to portray them accordingly. I cheated a bit, however, since I’d recently seen the series Deadwood and knew instantly that I wanted Titus to be a Manchester equivalent of that great Ian McShane character, Al Swearengen. Maria-Louise, on the other hand, wasn’t based on anybody specific. I wrote up a character sheet for her and then just let her loose on the story. That was exciting because, until almost the final chapter, I didn’t know how her story would end.

What are your writing methods? Did you plan the book from start to finish? Or did you have a starting plan which you developed as you went along?

I have to admit that I didn’t do much planning for Jacobites'. As a result (though I suppose I shouldn’t admit this!) the story rambles a bit. But actually I quite liked that. I’m not a great fan of today’s trend that requires all books to be trimmed to their absolute minimum. On that basis, I doubt whether Charles Dickens, Jane Austen, Leo Tolstoy or Victor Hugo would ever have been published. I enjoy putting a bit of effort into my reading. Most of the time, anyway. So I suppose that’s also reflected in the way I write. And then there’s the fact that I like writing historical fiction. That helps because the history must be as accurate as possible. The history therefore sets its own framework through which my invented characters must travel. If their characters are sufficiently developed, they should be able to react to the historical events or background in a way which, basically, writes its own plot.

One of the things you state about yourself is that you write the books that no one else has thought of. Looking at the novels that you have written, I would say that was true. Is this a conscious thing? Can you explain more about this? How do you look for extraordinary subjects and is it a challenge?

In truth, I think I’ve said that I write the books which I wish somebody else had written for me to read, but which don’t yet exist. With Jacobites', it was really just accidental. I’ve already explained how the story came about. But once I had this concept in my head, I found it hard to escape. I normally have an idea of the period I want to work on next – and I enjoy having to research different historical eras for each book. Once I know the period, I start looking for the 'untold tales' that surround it. I normally begin with any local links to the story. Almost always, that triggers some unusual aspect or viewpoint. And, if I search beyond that again, there’s normally a pearl waiting for me.

What other books have you written? Please tell us what they are and a little about them and why you wrote them?

So, for the second book I wanted to write about the Spanish Civil War, partly because of my politics and partly because of those friends, both in Spain and in Britain, who had fought in that awful conflict, the prologue to the Second World War. I wanted to tell the story from a whole new angle and eventually came across the extraordinary story of the battlefield tourism that took place in northern Spain while the war was still raging. So The Assassin’s Mark was born – a Christie-esque political thriller set towards the end of 1938.



For the third, I was drawn by the Zulu War – but thought that it had been done too many times already. And then I realised that every single novel on the subject only dealt with the first few weeks of the war – the territory most famously covered by the two films Zulu Dawn and Zulu. Yet the war lasted for another six months and some of the most intriguing stories simply hadn’t been told in fiction. Ever! Like the strange death of the French Prince Imperial, Louis Napoleon, which now lies at the heart of The Kraals of Ulundi.


My recently published fourth book is The Last Campaign of Marianne Tambour – a novel about the Battle of Waterloo told mostly through the eyes of two incredibly feisty French women whose exploits are based on those of real-life characters who served in the front lines of Bonaparte’s battalions.


Indie publishers work very hard to publicise their books and I know that you for one have been very successful in your endeavours. Do you have any tips for us other authors who are trying to make their way in the world of publishing?

The first big thing, I reckon, is to take almost pedantic care of the editing processes. Several re-writes and plenty of polishing, then work by a good professional editor. Traditionally-published authors seem to get away with any number of typo errors. But for indies, the slightest mistake is picked up as a sign that we’re not really professional. And if we haven’t got that credibility, we’ll never succeed with the publicity and marketing. But once the editing’s sorted, the book is published, and you’ve got a decent author website, all the hard work begins.

At last year’s London Book Fair, some of the world’s best-selling indie authors talked about the key things that had made them successful. Interestingly, they all said more or less the same things. First, that they concentrated on ebook sales more than the frustrating process of trying to get on bookstore shelves; second, that they had only begun to earn real income with their fourth or fifth books; third, that while it was important to have a working knowledge of all the social media formats (Facebook, Twitter, blogging, Goodreads, Linkedin, Pinterest, etc., etc.) it was crucial to concentrate on no more than two of them. So, for me, I like to focus on just Goodreads and Twitter – otherwise, I’d never have enough time to reach books numbers five, six and seven.

In addition, it’s taken as read (isn’t it?) that you’ve got the right cover for your book – since (fairly obviously) an ebook requires a very different cover image than one destined for bookshelves.

Do you think that if a big publishing house offered to take you on that you would ever accept it, or are you happy being independently published?

Oh, heavens, I think that’s really difficult. I am happy being independently published but that’s because I’m resigned to finding most of my new readers online, regardless of whether they’re buying paperbacks or ebooks. But part of me would like to make it onto mainstream bookstore shelves at some point – and I think that’s really difficult without a big publishing house behind you. But that’s just a vanity thing.

What next is for David Ebsworth?

Book number five is set in 6th century Britain. Its working title is The Song-Sayer’s Lament and I’ve dubbed it 'the antidote to King Arthur stories.' It should be published early in 2016.

At the same time, I’m working on a sci-fi novella that’s been floating around in my head for far too long. That too should appear early next year under the title Kunlun: Post-March Millennium and, as the title suggests, it’s set in the year 2936. I’ll be writing that one under a different pen name, however – as Robert M. David.

But that, as they say, is another story.

Thank you, David, for being such a fabulous guest and bringing all those brilliant answers with you!

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Readers: Just so you know, there is still time to get your name in the hat for the giveaway draw of The Jacobites' Apprentice. Just check this link for details.

David's website is davidebsworth.com.



Stay tuned for tomorrow's guest post when David talks about his new novel The Last Campaign of Marrianne Tambour.


Saturday, 18 January 2014

The Lady of the White Cockade

Prince Charles Edward Stewart descending the Canongate Sept 17th, 1745
The people of Edinburgh awoke on the morning of September 17th, 1745 to find the city had fallen into the hands of the wild Highlanders of Bonnie Prince Charlie's Jacobite army. Only the mighty bastion of Edinburgh Castle remained in government control.
The city itself had fallen without a shot being fired as several hundred men composed of Camerons of Clan Donald and Appin Stewarts led by Cameron of Lochiel had stormed through the Netherbow Port and seized control. The success of the operation carried out during the long dark hours of the autumn night owed much to a young man more used to organising letters and appointments than military affairs. His name was John Murray of Broughton. He was a young man, short of stature with a handsome face and affable nature who would serve as private secretary to the rebel prince throughout the uprising. It was his knowledge of the geography of Mid-Lothian that had been called upon to guide the force of warriors as they travelled over hill and dale to enter the city unseen by the garrison in the castle who were on alert for any approach by the enemy. 

Despite the fear that the wild Highlanders would ravage the town and its people the denizens of Edinburgh were relieved to discover that the ragged men from the mountains were kept on a shorter leash than their counterparts in Redcoats. Gradually as it became clear their lives and property were in no danger the townsfolk emerged from behind locked doors to view their conquerors with curiosity. Their appearance both revolted and fascinated the people as they viewed these “hill-skippers” and “scurlewheelers” who had been reckoned to be no more than bandits and cattle thieves. If the common clansmen who made up the bulk of the rebel forces did not inspire much admiration for their looks the rumoured appearance of the young Chevalier himself provoked much consideration among the women of town. When it became known that he, and the remainder of his army, were encamped around Duddingston Loch on the southern side of Arthur's Seat to protect them from the heavy cannon in the castle curiosity turned to fascination. When it was announced that the prince was to ride to his old family home of Holyrood House the people, in their tens of thousands swept down the Royal Mile to welcome him home. 
With the sky above torn by the cheers of the populace Prince Charles Edward Stewart entered Edinburgh and let it be known that there would be a Royal Proclamation read at the Market Cross later that day.

Come one o'clock the High Street was crowded from the Lawnmarket to the Netherbow Port as everyone jostled to see the prince and to the wild music of the bagpipes he rode up the Canongate and entered the Old Town escorted by the great and good of Tory/Jacobite society to endless cheers and exclamations of adoration. It was only as the party reined in by the Market Cross surrounded by a protective cordon of Highlanders that people began to nudge each other and point towards one figure in particular who sat on a white horse by the prince.
What made this particular figure was not only the fur trimmed blue uniform of a French Hussar or the naked blade of a broadsword which rested on their shoulder nor even the broad brimmed hat festooned with ostrich feathers, it was the fact that in the midst of this masculine display or martial splendour here was a single solitary woman.

The Beautiful Recruiting Sergeant
She was Margaret Murray, nee Ferguson, the beautiful young wife of Mr Secretary Murray as he insisted on being addressed by all and sundry. Margaret had been born in Nithsdale in the Border region between Scotland and England and was a dyed in the wool Jacobite who delighted in being so close to the centre of affairs and rubbing shoulders with the prince himself. 
Her role at the Cross that day however was straight forward. With her she carried a velvet bag filled with scraps of white muslin stitched together into cockades, the emblem of the Jacobites, and once the prince had been proclaimed Regent she beckoned the men and boys of Edinburgh forward. She was the beautiful recruiting sergeant and the men and boys who kissed her fair hand and took the white cockade were quickly drummed into the ranks of the rebel army.

Margaret followed her husband loyally as the Jacobite forces marched south into England until they reached Derby only 130 miles from London before the order was given to begin the long retreat back to Scotland. She, and the exhausted clansmen, took the long road north until their travels ended on the marshy, sleet-swept moor of Culloden where so many hopes and lives were brutally snuffed out.
Margaret avoided the carnage as her husband had declared himself too ill to travel with the army the final stretch towards their doom. He had confined himself to bed twenty miles from the battlefield in Elgin and it was there that he learned the prince had fled and declared it was every man for himself.
While she was devastated by this craven act Mr Secretary Murray, who now chose to become plain old Mr Murray again, was casting an eye towards his future. 
Handing out White Cockades

She was sent off into the hills to look after herself as best she could while he travelled through the Highlands trying to reunite the scattered clans with promises of French gold, ships and troops on the way to assist them. By now the clansmen had had their fill of these hollow promises. Their homes were being systematically burned by the rampaging troops of the British Army who met any resistance with extreme violence which saw whole families being lined up against the wall of their croft before a firing squad!
Margaret survived her adventures in the wild moorland and mountains of the Highlands living rough and eking out an existence from what little food the scattered and destitute population could spare her.

The beautiful woman who had looked so splendid as she handed out white cockades only a few months earlier was now ill, heartbroken and alone. Eventually her husband thought to look for her and claimed he had arranged transport to carry her to Ireland where she was to remain until things had stabilized. Slowly and painfully she managed to travel to the west coast only to find that no boat awaited her. By now seriously ill and only able to move with the greatest difficulty the young woman somehow managed to find her way to Edinburgh, the scene of her finest moment, where she finally found shelter in her mother's home on Cant's Close, which she reached on June 25th, 1746, three months after Culloden. Those three months of sleeping in the heather and struggling to find sufficient food had taken a grim toll on her health. She was also pregnant with her first child.
The wilderness Margaret endured for several months
However the vengeful government in London wanted blood and her name was high on their list of supposed traitors who could expect no mercy. With soldiers searching for her Margaret was moved to a supposed safe house in the Abbey Hill area of Edinburgh not far from Holyrood House where the previous September she had danced and laughed at the balls held to celebrate the Bonnie Prince's return. Now there was no dancing and nothing to laugh about as rumours reached her ears that the safe house was anything but! Once more she was forced to move on. On July 6, 1746, she was secretly taken to a house in Bruntsfield Links. Here she was concealed in a small closet in the attic. Mr Hamilton, the householder, knew nothing of her presence. It was his wife, secretly a Jacobite sympathiser, who had agreed to take her in and care for her. Mr Hamilton, was well known Whig whose loyalty to the government meant he was above suspicion, and this fact protected Margaret from any danger of discovery from searching troops.

When news that her husband had been captured reached her her spirits sank lower than ever and it was felt that it was time to move on. Still gravely ill she was taken to a property in the Lawnmarket where on September 25th, 1746 she gave birth to a son named Charles. Tragically the ill health which had blighted Margaret for months had taken their toll on her child who lived only a few days.
Sinking deeper into illness and melancholy the unfortunate woman was secretly carried once more back to her mother's home in Cant's Close where slowly through the months of autumn and winter she slowly regained her health. In the spring she finally felt well enough to depart Scotland and travel to Europe with the hope of joining the Court-in-exile of King James VIII. Arrangements were made for a ship to carry her to Holland but these fell through leaving her frustrated as time after time her plans were thwarted. She by now suspected that her husband's relatives were behind these setbacks. More than once they had refused to allow her access to her husband's money with no good reason ever given.

The White Cockade worn in the bonnet
of Bonnie Prince Charlie
Determined to make a new life for herself Margaret packed her meagre belongings and travelled to London hoping to be reunited with her husband who was then held as a prisoner in the Tower of London. Arriving safely she took lodgings with a Mrs Pitcairn in Lambeth in May 1747 under an assumed name.
It was now that she learned just how low John Murray was prepared to go to save his own neck. Time after time he stood in court to betray fellow high ranking Jacobite lords and officers. Not for nothing was he mockingly known as Mr Evidence.
With her loyalty to the Jacobite cause undimmed despite all that she had suffered, she turned her back on her husband for the last time. Using her assumed name she had no difficulty booking passage to Holland.

John Murray was eventually released from the Tower after betraying Simon Fraser, Lord Lovat who was beheaded in 1747. John married a young woman, despite still being legally married to Margaret, and he thereafter introduced his new wife as Lady Murray!

Of Margaret herself little is known of her subsequent adventures on the Continent. She returned to London at some point and the beautiful woman who had once distributed white cockades to the young men of Edinburgh died in London in 1779 and was buried at Marylebone Cemetery on the 10th of September.


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