Showing posts with label British history. Show all posts
Showing posts with label British history. Show all posts

Tuesday, May 31, 2022

Odds and Sods MK3, by Derek Robinson



 Odds and Sods MK3, by Derek Robinson

 

Yes, Derek Robinson has raked through the minutiae of war and life in general and dozens of other areas, to write another enticing book that captures you, even if you’re not in the mood to be captured.  You won’t be able to help it.

 

Here are a few tidbits. Who came up with a better way to land gliders?  Yes, it had a profound effect on the D-Day landings. Read all about it!

 

Is there something profoundly interesting in Jane Austin novels and the English Regency period?  And what the heck does that have to do with democracy?

 

There was an American television series in the 60s…at least I think it was the 60s….anyway, it was called The Desert Rats.  Actually, the real desert rats of World War II North Africa fame were English and, well, who came up with the idea of using small groups to do big things?  This story is also a wonderful lesson in how to snarl and stamp your foot in the doorway of unyielding bureaucracy.  Fascinating.

 

What does American football have to do with Rugby? You’ll get a kick out of this one.

 

Page to page, in vignettes, you’re find yourself plunging on and if you find yourself saying “I didn’t know that,” you’re on the right track to developing a very different view of the world, and people, and events.

 

Now, I do have one point to disagree with, not with the truth, but with the fiction, or the notion that human eyes do not flicker or sparkle.

 

Yes, I know. And neither do hearts pound like a drum, and I’ve never seen anyone gasp, except in the movies, or seeing a bill at a high-end restaurant.  And when it comes to love, you never actually fall, although you do sometimes get a headache and ask yourself, what in God’s name did I do?

 

But, eyes sparkling?  See, when a woman whispers, “Darling, your eyes sparkle like diamonds,” I’m not one to deny that happened.  She said the damn things sparkled and I’m going to take her word for it.  Nor am I going to back away from “Your breasts are luscious,” in favor of “Your breasts are kinda round, or maybe oval and one is a slightly different shape from the other one.”  Nope. I’m putting all my money on luscious, and I’m dying to find out where this well traveled road is leading.

 

“Damn right they sparkle and yours are really good at glittering.”

 

But, let’s digress back to the book, ODDS & SODS MK3.  This book is a fast read, or is it really?  Yes, page wise it is, but believe me, you will ponder what cowboys really did and how they lived.  And how about the numbering system for houses on a street?  And, in World War II, did the Germans really have some super weapons you don’t know about?  Ever thought of England as slave trading central?

 

Open you eyes, whether they sparkle or not. This is more than a book, it’s insight, and a spectacular one, of history and literature and even the human body.  You’re going to read these short stack of bits and pieces and find yourself saying….wait a minute…if that’s true…then what about…

 

Derek Robinson is a fantastic writer of World War I and II historical war novels, but just as powerful a writer when he’s searching out odds and sods that populate our world and our experiences that wedged their way into what we take for granted. 

 

And while you’re at it, pick up copies of the original ODDS & SODS and also MK2.  For goodness sakes, you deserve a treat! Also check out Never Mind the Facts.

 

Contact Derek Robinson at delrobster@gmail.com  But, please don’t mention my name.  He’s not going to like my opinion of sparkling eyes.

 

https://stroudallover.blogspot.com/2021/04/odds-sods-mk-2.html

 

https://stroudallover.blogspot.com/2020/05/never-mind-facts-new-book-by-derek.html

 

Tuesday, April 20, 2021

Odds & Sods MK 2

ODDS & SODS Mk2, by Derek Robinson

 

ODDS & SODS MK2, as you might guess, is a follow-up on ODDS & SODS.  Strange title, and if you’re not English, even more odd you old sod.  Usually means a disreputable man, but sod is one of those broad terms that run the grammatical gamut through noun, adjective, and verb. Allow me to steer you in the general direction, with a hint. Not unusual to hear a bad guy in an English movie yell “Sod off!”  He’s not wishing anybody a Happy Birthday.

 

I’ve often written reviews of Derek Robinson’s works, which span everything from superb flying novels from World Wars I and II, espionage novels, and various books exploring the truths and falsehoods we know as history.  He and I have never met, but I feel as if we’re friends. Books will do that and I’ve read every one of his.  

 

(Go to the top of my blog and type his name.  That will lead you to all the titles I’ve reviewed, most of which are available on Amazon.)

 

His latest effort, ODDS & SODS MK 2 is short, but fascinating, with quick wit and twists and turns that take the reader behind the scenes of real events,  in prose, poetry, and history.  Need some teasers?

 

What’s the real meaning of the oft quoted lines from Shakespeare’s Richard II, Act 2, Scene 1?

 

This royal throne of Kings, this sceptered isle, … 

 

Or, how about the effectiveness of gliders in World War II and the much-celebrated use of paratroops?  What’s an easy way to tell photos of real dead people from the pretend corpses in cop movies?

 

You see, these are the types of questions that keep me up at night, and make me question damn near everything lodged in my agile brain.   Here’s something I recently found. It’s what Mark Twain said: It ain’t what you don’t know that gets you into trouble. It’s what you know for sure that just ain’t so. 

 

But, is that so? Scholars at the Center for Mark Twin Studies at Elmira College (Elmira, NY) say they can find no substantive evidence that Mark Twain (Samuel Clemons) ever said it or wrote it!

 

See, that’s the kind of thing Derek Robinson examines.  But, Robinson’s palate is much larger than mine and more colorful.  He slaps new paint on old canvases of fiction, history, and folklore to bring to light things that just ain’t so

 

When I said ODDS & SODS MK2 is a short book, I meant it, but it’s 114 pages are fabulously interesting.  Every last one of them sparkles! 

 

For the past several years he and I have also corresponded in short chunks of emails.  And if you want this book or it’s predecessor, ODDS & SODS, you’ll have to write him, too.  Order both! Give yourself a treat and tickle your curiosity!  

 

delrobster@gmail.com

or

derekrobinson840@btinternet.com

 

You’re not just in for a treat, but a rollercoaster ride of history and clever writing.  And that IS so!

 

 

Wednesday, March 28, 2018

1066, Here Come the Normans, Part I

Harold, the Earl of Wessex's land prior to being crowned King of England

King Harold II of England



1066, Here Come the Normans, Part I

If you can only remember one date in all the fascinating history of Britain.  Remember 1066!  A reminder:  Against my better judgment and through nearly faultless research and painstaking scribbles that led my faithful readers through thousands of years of British history, I bring you to the year that everything changed.

Yes, of course, in the relentless march of time, whether we’re speaking of changes in climate, or the miraculous splitting of continents, or the decline and fall of bellbottom trousers, changes occur.  But some changes are more immediate and dramatic than others.  1066 was both.

In the case of Britain, I’ve taken you from Pre-Roman times, to Roman times, the exit of Romans, the rise of the Vikings to the fall of the Vikings.  But, those were petty and temporary changes in Britain compared to what happened next.  For those unfortunates who have not read my previous scintillating prose portrayals of the formation of Britain, I’ve listed the links below.





Now for some odds and ends to prepare you for the most important year in English History!  The dates are all in 1066, and the months are just to help you remember the chronological order of things.  The test consists of keeping track of how many beers you drink while you read this superb encapsulation of “Here Come the Normans.”

5 January – Edward the Confessor, the King of England dies with no heirs and promises William the Duke of Normandy that he will be king. Harold Godwinson another claimant to the throne, but without blood ties to Edward, swears to abide by the King’s decision.  But on his deathbed, the King apparently changed his mind and told Harold that he would be King. There are lots of ends and outs here, but I'm giving you the bare framework.

So what was the connection between Edward the Confessor (King of England) and William the Duke of Normandy?  They shared a bloodline.  Edward’s grandfather was William the Conqueror’s great grandfather.

6 January – Harold Godwinson (Harold II) is proclaimed King

18 September – Norwegian King Harald Hadrada (yet another claimant to the throne of England) invades England from Norway.

20  September – King Hadrada defeats the northern English earls and King Harold’s brother, Tosig Godwinson joins the Norwegian King’s victorious army.  King Harold had exiled his brother previously, so Tosig had a bone to pick.  But he picked the wrong bone.

Harold II rides his army north to meet the invaders.

25 September – Harold II wins the battle of Stamford Bridge.  Both Tosig and the Norwegian King are killed during the battle.

Hooray!  Hooray!  But, wait a second and not so fast, King Harold!

26 September – William, Duke of Normandy has a blood tie claim to the throne of England.  He and his army set sail for the English coast.  Edward the Confessor told me I would be king and Harold swore an oath to support my claim.  Went back on his oath?  Them’s fightin’ words!

Harold, no doubt sensing a problem as big and nasty as a boil on the part of the body that meets the saddle, hurries his army south.

On William’s part there had been many fits and starts before the voyage began.  Troubles were many, including winds and weather and desertions. The number of vessels in the fleet is estimated at between 776 and 1000.
 
William the Duke of Normandy
28 September 1066 - William’s army lands at Pevensey Bay, about 50 miles south-southeast of London. 

Pevensey Bay today

14 October - The Battle of Hastings, which evidently took place nearer the town of Battle, rather than Hastings, will change the direction of Anglo-Saxon England, as well as English life.  The Norman army is victorious.  English King Harold II is killed, reportedly by an arrow in the eye.  However, an arrow through the eye was the customary death for someone who broke his oath, so the report may have been changed to conform with custom. Some historians believe he was clubbed to death. No one knows where he is buried.

Ok, you’ve got the date and the name of the battle, but let’s examine what the battle was like.

First some interesting facts from Britain Magazine.  If you’re an anglophile, as I am, can’t recommend this magazine highly enough!

The first man killed in the battle was Taillefer, William’s jester.  Here’s how it happened.  Taillefer ran out in front and taunted the English by singing the Chanson de Roland and juggling with his sword.  An English soldier ran out to confront him and was slain.  Taillefer then charged the English line and was overwhelmed.  Guess the jester didn’t get the last laugh.

During the battle, both sides took a break for lunch.  On the French side, lunch included much wine and carnal satisfaction, hence the name, William the Conqueror.   (Ok, I made that part up, but they did take a lunch break.)

It wasn’t a fair fight.  Really?  What commander wants a fair fight? The English army was a few thousand men short, numbering about 5,000, mostly on foot, with a few archers.  The larger French army, about 15,000 men. was supported by archers and about one fourth of the army was cavalry.

In truth, the sizes of the armys are estimates.  For Harold, 5000 to 7000 troops.  For William, 10,000 to 15,000 troops.
 
The layout of the Battle of Hastings, with the English Army in Red.

Still the English put up a good fight and Harold II had a great plan.  First, he took the high ground and a defensive position, and set up a shield wall. Harold warned his troops, who were both outnumbered and weary from the long march south, to simply hold the line and not to waiver. He expected a northern army to arrive with fresh troops.
 
The English view of the battlefield looking down the hill.
The Norman view of the battlefield looking up the hill

The battle began about 9 a.m. The Normans attacked with cavalry and were repulsed. Several more attacks met with the same result.  About 1 p.m., while attacking the English right flank (Norman left flank) the Normans took heavy losses and apparently instead of withdrawing in an orderly fashion, they ran.  Thinking the Normans were close to defeat, the English right flank pursued rapidly. There was also a rumor that William had been killed.  Not so!  William mounted a second house and rode down his line with his helmet shield raised to prove he was alive.

Seeing the English racing after his fleeing troops, William sent his cavalry to cut the English off, and trapped them in the open.  With the English right flank decimated, William took advantage, attacking all across the English front.  In the end, he did something very clever.  With few arrows left, he told his archers to wait until the Norman troops were almost at the English line, then to fire high in the air. 

The English shield line could not use shields to defend against both on-coming foot soldiers and arrows raining down from on high.  In the end, the Saxon army was crushed.

By dusk the battle was over. The northern army Harold counted on never arrived.  The days of Anglo-Saxon hegemony were over.  England belonged to the Normans.

On Christmas Day 1066, William was crowned King of England in the newly built Westminster Abby, London.

A Map showing the whole sequence of events up to the crowning of William the Conquerer

King William's holdings after the conquest of England

Next we’ll look at life under the Normans and the new direction of English history.

Meanwhile:  Want to know about the weapons at the Battle of Hastings and the Shield Wall?  http://www.english-heritage.org.uk/learn/1066-and-the-norman-conquest/the-weaponry-of-1066/  




Monday, March 19, 2018

The Vikings in Britain, Part I




Taken from an Ad for an event at the Chesterfield Museum, Britain, on 23 Mar 2018

The Vikings in Britain, Part I

793 A.D. – 1066 A.D.

By 793….wait a sec, this already sounds like a history lesson….so let’s take the macro view and call the start of the Viking era the late eighth century, when Britain was first raided by the Vikings, also known by the names Norse, or Northmen. Matter of fact, there’s no way to tell when the first raid occurred, but the first recorded raid was on the island monastery of Lindisfarne, in 793.  Monks were killed outright, or tossed in the sea to drown, or carried off as slaves.  It was a taste of things to come.

Let’s start there and get you ready for cocktail conversation.  But, hey, the Vikings were tough, independent dudes, so you may be ready for a biker bar, too.  To warn you, as I always do, my Viking Tale of Britain is like the tales of Britain before it.  I am not a scholar, so your professor may well call me out on various points, but I’m not out to get you ready for your PhD oral presentation, only trying to give you a few icebreakers and get someone to buy the next round.

Economics:  So much of this societal world is based on economics and the Vikings were no different.  Ponder for a moment, if you will, that everything in human existence is tied to economics.  Economics are not just charts and graphs, but determine your choices about whom you marry and when you marry, how many kids you choose to have, what kind of car you drive and even your choices in the super market.



But, even before we start on the Vikings, we need to know what happened in the almost 300 years between when the Romans pulled out of Britain and the Vikings began raiding.  The Roman auxiliaries, mercenaries recruited from mostly Germanic tribes decided to stay. Even before the Romans hit the trail, mercenaries rebelled after not being paid.  Yes, even loyalty has an economic component.  Eventually other Germanic tribes migrated into Britain.  Native Britons, the Germanic Angles and Saxons fought it out.  The Anglo-Saxon Chronicle  (which has it’s doubters) describes how various Anglo-Saxon kingdoms merged to form England.  But, monks evidently took centuries to write about it and also took great liberties in adding and subtracting events to suit their purposes and no doubt under the watchful eyes of their superiors. Let’s settle for Romans followed by Anglo-Saxons and move onto the wooly men (and women) from the north.

As you’ve already guessed, the Vikings came from Scandinavia, possibly all over Scandinavia, but in great part Norway and Denmark. They raided and traded not only in Britain, but all across Europe and even as far away as modern day Turkey, all for economic reasons.

Viking, taken from the Norse word, Vikingr, meaning pirate or raider.  Very few of the Norsemen were raiders. Raider was a part-time job for mostly younger men.  Grab some land, or bring back riches, get yourself ready to go into farming or becoming a merchant.  It took expensive boats to traipse around the oceans and don’t forget, these raiders didn’t limit themselves to Britain.  They went wherever they felt the urge, wherever they might profit, but the folks who put up the money for these raids surely had some say.   

Very independent lads, these raiders.  The story goes that when Vikings went to what is now France, they were met by a peaceful emissary who asked them to take him to their leader.  They told him, We are all leaders here.   Great warriors.  Yes. Great army?  Not so much.  Good for popping off undefended monasteries and unsuspecting towns and villages. 

As, I intimated, the Viking raiders were heavily armed, but not that well organized.  “Get your ass off the boat, charge out there and kill somebody!  Hey, Johansson, don’t forget your sword! And bring back a few slaves!”  The lack of military organization would be their downfall.


Remains of the Monastery at Lindisfare

Raiding took place all over Britain, but especially on the coasts and in Scotland.  As in the case of Lindisfare before it, sometimes the raids were quite bloody, such as the raid at Iona in 802 A.D. when 68 monks were slain.  Lots of pillaging and rape and the taking of slaves. 

An Irish source tells of an Irishman, Murchad, who was taken as a slave by the Vikings and sold to a nunnery in Northumbia (Just south of Scotland). After leading all the nuns astray, he was retaken by the Vikings and sold to a widow in Saxony.  Yep, he seduced her too!  After many more adventures, he made his way back to his home in Ireland.

So were the raiders all nasty brutes, intent on murder and mayhem?  Yes and no. For one thing, raiders carried their wives with them. It’s said that up to 50% of raiders were women.  And everywhere the raiders went, they picked up customs of the locals and often settled down to establish farming societies of their own.  But, they did have a take-no-prisoners approach to nation building.  Part of this attitude was a sign of the times and the places they raided.  Monasteries were unarmed and undefended, places of quiet reflection. The Vikings attacked a lot of them.  Bad press.  Especially when the only people who could supply a written record of what happened were monks who suddenly had big time grudges.  In this case it wasn’t the winners who wrote the history.