George MacDonald Fraser dies
George MacDonald Fraser died earlier today. What, no more Flashy?? It is truly a dark day.
Now just in case there is anybody out there who hasn't read of Flashman before, Harry Flashman was the bully from Tom Brown's Schooldays. George MacDonald Fraser thought that the character was so good that he should develop him further ...
"What kind of man grew out of the foul-mouthed, swaggering, cowardly toady who roasted fags for fun and howled when he was beaten himself?"
If you dont have all twelve books already, go buy them now. Never has such poltroonary been seen in print.
I recently re-read Flashman on the March which saw our (anti) hero in darkest Abyssinia about to go cavorting behind enemy lines dressed as Ali Baba. This chapter of Flashman's life had started in Mexico & in his own words
For me, the business began in the summer of '67, on the day when that almighty idiot, the Emperor Maximilian of Mexico, strode out before a Juarista firing squad, unbuttoned his shirt cool as a trout, and cried
"Viva Mejico! Viva la independence! Shoot, soldiers, through the heart!"
Which they did, with surprising accuracy for a platoon of dagoes, thereby depriving Mexico of its crowned head and Flashy of his employer and protector. I was an anxious spectator skulking in cover on a rooftop nearby, and when I saw Max take a header into the dust I knew that the time had come for me to slip my cable
Flashman, after being expelled from Rugby School in drunken disgrace, returns home to his father, who is less than overjoyed to see him. Harry, however, has a plan. he desires his father to buy him some colours, so that he may embark on a career in the Army. Has he learned his lesson? Is he about to turn over a new leaf? Not likely! This tale is related in Flashy's own words, from papers which were discovered in a midlands sale-room and which were later verified as authentic.
Flashman has decided to join the 11th Light Dragoons because they
"were at Canterbury, after long service in India, and were unlikely for that reason to be posted abroad". His father is happy to oblige, especially since it will get young Harry out from under his feet as he suspects what his son has been up to under his own roof, with his own mistress no less.
Soon Flashman is serving in the Dragoons & making himself generally popular, especially with the Earl of Cardigan, his CO - not universally popular though. He has managed to estrange himself from fellow officer Bernier, a noted swordsman and a dead shot with a pistol. this is surely of little importance to Flashman though, with his position as one of Lord Cardigans favourites secured. So he continues to cut a dash, in the new uniforms of their re-named company, the 11th Hussars, now under the patronage of the young Queen Victoria's husband.
Life is easy for Flashman. He has plenty of money, drink & women. So it could of course only be malice, which prompted him to turn his attentions to Bernier's mistress. The result of this 'jolly jape' is the duel which first establishes Flashman's (undeserved) reputation as a hero. Prince Albert however is less than impressed by such actions (or at least, the reason behind such actions) and Flashman must leave the Hussars, temporarily at least.
So our 'gallant hero' is sent to Scotland to instruct local militia & deal with Chartist riots. Here is where he lays eyes on his wife-to-be. And not only his eyes, I might add. Which is pretty much how she came to be his wife, at her family's insistence. Not that they particularly wished for Flashman as a son-in-law. They'd much rather he'd fought the duel they offered. But without the means to cheat on this occasion, unlike the last, our Flashman is not going to risk actually being shot.
Ah, but all is not running smoothly for poor Flashy. Lord Cardigan does not approve of his new bride, her father being only a mill owner. This is considered much too lowly for the wife of a Hussar and since wife she is, it is the Hussars who must bid farewell to Flashman.
Leaving Elspeth (his bride) behind under his father's care, he embarks for India, where he has been posted. And thence to Afghanistan, armed with his talent for languages and horsemanship, to play his ignominious part in one of history's greatest military blunders.
Let me however, point out at this stage that Flashman is a fictitious character. Despite GMF's claims to have merely edited The Flashman Papers, the same which turned up in a Midlands sale room, he is entirely responsible for the work within these pages. Much of his humour is ironic, but the crowning irony must have been when at least one American professor believed the papers and Harry Flashman really existed. As a Borderer, with a Borderer's sense of humour, that must have tickled him immensely. One wonders also, if the Cohen brothers had not been reading Flashy when they proclaimed Fargo, as being based on a true story, which of course it wasn't.
Flashman may be fictitious, but the historical events he recounts are not. GMF has researched these events extensively and all are represented as accurately as possible. Where Flashman's account differs from the official version, we are given notes by GMF explaining what those differences are. These are few and unobtrusive.
There are some laugh out loud moments within the book, but as I say, much of the humour is wry and ironic. Non more ironic than Flashman himself. The hero, who is no hero at all. An anti-hero. Between these pages he is cruel, cowardly, treacherous, despicable and an incessant philanderer to boot . All in all, he is rotten to the core, yet relates his appalling actions with aplomb, and a disarming honesty.
Do we empathise with him? Not exactly! It's more that we warm to his style, as he relates his tale of a charmed life and we follow his adventures with morbid fascination, wondering all the while if he can stoop any lower. He usually doesn't disappoint.
Even in this first instalment, he casts up with some famous and infamous characters from the Victorian age, meeting as he does, the aforementioned Lord Cardigan, Dr Arnold of Rugby School (at the risk of showing my ignorance, this one meant nothing to me), Elphy Bey (General Elphinstone) and even Wellington himself, not to mention his being presented to Queen Victoria. Flashman carries it off with all the finesse of the true cad, modestly accepting accolades to which he has no right.
Comments
I think the best stuff Fraser wrote was about this time in the British Army. As I recall the book was "The General Danced at Dawn" and the title story was about a Scotish General who was keen on the Highland Dance. As I read the book shortly before entering USMC Officer Candidate School, it had some immediate value. And while I never met the Dirtest Man in the Army, I did meet a US Marine Private who would give him a run for his money. The world is less for his passing. And I am a better man for reading his work.
Posted by: Chris | January 3, 2008 3:14 AM
Quartered safe out here and the lights on at signpost are both well worth a read.
He almost put me of Japanese cars but The Germans were more of a problem to my family!
Posted by: Tim C | January 3, 2008 9:24 AM
He was a fine writer, but I respect him most for his war service in Burma. Another old warrior has gone. RIP.
Posted by: John K | January 3, 2008 4:53 PM
Dear Sir,
Thanks for the great stories! God has gotten himself a good soldier and better story teller!
Posted by: David | January 3, 2008 5:15 PM
I turned my son on to Flashy many years ago. I remember calling him once to say, "I got good news, I got bad news. The good news is, there's a new Flashman book out. The bad news is, you can't have it. Get your own."
And now we'll never know what happened with the Emperor Maximilian in Mexico, or in the Civil War, or that whole business with the Foreign Legion...Nothing to do but reread. I'll truly miss that old Tory and his scoundrelly creation.
Peter S. Beagle
Posted by: Peter S. Beagle | January 3, 2008 6:42 PM
A tip of the old chapeau to George MacDonald Fraser, thanks for all the laughs. Painlessly learning quite a bit of history was a pleasant bonus. For years I've been buying 2nd hand copies of FLASHMAN and giving them away to deserving scallywags. We recognize each other on sight, and frankly while we're all in this together, I'd just as soon they know I'm wise to them. They're free to work the other side of the street.
Posted by: Carl H. | January 4, 2008 10:12 PM
FWIW
1840- 11th (Prince Albert's Own) Regiment of (Light) Dragoons (Hussars)
1861- 11th (or Prince Albert's Own) Hussars
- sometimes known as the "Cherry Pickers".
Cheers
Posted by: J.M. Heinrichs | January 5, 2008 10:53 PM