Not too long ago, I was reading a fine book--Young Nelsons ~ Boy Sailors during the Napoleonic Wars--about the education of Francis Austen, brother of the novelist, Jane Austen, who entered the Naval Academy at Portsmouth in 1788, when he was aged 11.
And listed among the required subjects which he would study and master during his two to three years there were, writing, arithmetic, drawing, Navigation, Gunnery, Fortification and other noteful parts of Mathematics, as well as French, Dancing, Fencing and the use of the Flintlock. Furthermore, his education was expected to encompass Geography, Chronology, Navigation, Spherics, Astronomy, Latitude, Longitude and Marine Surveying.
And again, just to remind ourselves, Francis Austen was eleven. And he was to learn all this within three years maximum. At which point, he would be assigned to a ship and go to sea.
The expectation that children, boys in particular, would be set up or set out upon their lives' endeavours by such a young age was the norm two hundred years ago.
The provision for boys within the military makes this clear.
The Naval Academy had been set up for the sons of the gentry and aristocracy, and they were unambiguous about it being exclusive.
But there was also the Marine Society, founded in London in 1756, a philanthropic society, as it were, which essentially took boys from the streets--scapegallows as they were called--and provided them with kit and sent them to sea as well. (This was seen as preferable to begging, thieving, hanging, or transportation.)
And in the army, of course, there is the constant requirement for drummer boys and cornets.
Childhood, such as we understand it, didn't exist. Not when in 1750 some 45-50% of children born in London died by the age of five.
Equally, across Europe from 1792-1815, children were far more involved in the war than we might like to believe. They couldn't escape it.
It was, after all, being fought across their landscape, every day present, and with it going on for so long, most young men by 1812 could not remember a time when they had not been at war.
And it was with this background of knowledge that Boy Tirrell--one of the main characters in Of Honest Fame, and one whom I'm told is the most interesting character I've created thus far--came to be.
In my mind.
The opening vision of him in a Parisian garret, preparing to fake his own death, set the place alight and escape to England, that was always hauntingly present--it was the beginning of the whole encompassing world that became Of Honest Fame.
From there emerges the revelation that he's a spy. Though always, I intended to keep loyalties unclear for as long as possible, just as John Le Carre does in his novels. (If you're going to model your work on someone's, at least go for the best, say I.)
And Tirrell just grew and grew, running through the streets of London or Paris, across the barren landscape of Silesia and the Sudeten, running to gather information and running to escape the assassins sent to stop him.
I would like to say that I had some hand in this, that I had his character plotted and the plot-line nailed down so that I knew exactly how he would develop. But that would be telling porkies. I didn't. I don't. He evolved.
Based on all that I knew of the Napoleonic period, all that he encountered, those with whom he had to deal, all that he saw and endured, his ties to Germany--his multi-ligualism--he grew and transformed and deepened.
And though his is only one of several threads woven through the novel--I confess, I was eager to play with the Dickensian idea of multiple storylines in this novel--I hope readers will find him as intriguing, guileless and guileful as I have done, during the writing of the novel, and will come to appreciate the many facets of his character which I discovered as I wrote him.
A final ironic note: it was not intended that he or an impression of him would grace the cover of the novel. Not at all. Again, that just happened. Though I do believe, as I look upon it, that the Lawrence portrait of the boy, aged 15, which graces the cover is as fine an example of serendipity as you are likely to find.
Educated at Boston University and St Andrews, M.M. Bennetts is a specialist in the economic, social and military history of Napoleonic Europe. The author is a keen cross-country and dressage rider, as well as an accomplished pianist, regularly performing music of the era as both a soloist and accompanist. Bennetts is a long-standing book critic for The Christian Science Monitor.
The author is married and lives in England.
Bennetts’ latest book is Of Honest Fame.
You can visit the author’s website at www.mmbennetts.com.