Have been looking back at the thread in Cafe Society “Authors you wish would / could write another book”, commencing 10-15-2009. A couple of “matters arising”, from points raised in that thread.
There was discussion there, of the sentiment widely held among fans of George MacDonald Fraser’s “Flashman” novels: that many had longed for the appearing of one telling in full, of Flashman’s convoluted doings in the American Civil War – these quite often referred to in brief “asides” in those of the novels which actually were written and published; and the great regret after Fraser’s death, that he never got round to writing the Civil War one.
Various posts in the thread lamented this lack, and gave vent to hopes and wishes that some other author might take over, and write further instalments of, the “Flashman Papers” – S.M. Stirling’s name was put forward in this connection.
Recent exchanges on another Internet board on which I spend time, touching on this issue, brought to light something which was for me, as surprising as disappointing. I can only relay what appeared there: the poster quoting it, gave no cites as such – said only that it was from an interview granted by Fraser.
*Fraser had no intention of describing Flashman’s role in the American Civil War. In a 2002 interview he said, “to me, the American Civil War is a colossal bore. It was a rotten war, it’s been done to death and I’m not terribly interested. An American wrote to me urging me to write it, saying it had to be the high point of Flashman’s career. I wrote back saying: ‘Son, it’s a foreign sideshow. The Crimea, the Indian Mutiny, they were the important things in Flashman’s life. Your civil war? He was so disinterested that he fought on both sides.’ “ *
In the light of all the tantalising and fascinating brief hints and references mentioned earlier, concerning the American Civil War and Flashy’s part in it – what a let-down ! It would not seem that Fraser found the USA as a whole, a boring and uninspiring subject to write of: several of the published books feature Flashman spending much time in the US pre- and post-Civil War, getting into his usual succession of hideous predicaments – these works seemed written with gusto, and I found them mostly splendid reading. If it was in fact just the Civil War which he found about as interesting, and productive of literary inspiration, as “a cup of cold sick”; then, Mr. Fraser, I consider you to have been a sadistic sod, for putting into your books so many “teasers” about our anti-hero and his Civil War doings, leading so many fans to yearn for an actual novel on that theme.
On a more positive note: in this “Authors you wish…” thread, notquitekarpov posts as follows:
“Sir Patrick Leigh Fermor DSO OBE
He’s 94 so, if he is going to finish the trilogy of travel books of which A Time of Gifts and Between the Woods and the Water made up the first two volumes, then he had better get a move on.
It was nine years between the first two and twenty-three years have passed since then.
If you have not read them you are in for a treat. He walked from 1933 to 1935 across pre-war Europe from the Hook of Holland to Constantinople as an 18 year old. He left us at the Iron Gates on the Danube on the border of Serbia and Roumania.
I just know it’s not going to happen now. Bastard.”
For any who might like this author, and who might not be aware of the following: at least a decent amount of the hoped-for volume 3 has in fact since 2009, seen the light of day publishing-wise. In 2013 there was published in the UK, Leigh Fermor’s account of the majority of the final part of his “great walk”: titled The Broken Road – From the Iron Gates to Mount Athos – material initially written by the author decades earlier (before he in fact tackled volumes 1 and 2); but found unsatisfactory by him, and shelved for very many years. He went back to heavily-revising work on it in his last years (he died in 2011, well into his nineties); his work thereon was continued and edited (one takes it, in accordance with his wishes) by Colin Thubron and Artemis Cooper, and ultimately published, “such as there is of it”. Basically, a long and full account of his travelling, from the Iron Gates to the Black Sea near the Turkish border, across Bulgaria – which he loved, though aware of its flaws – then, skipping the intervening getting “from A to B”, an eighty-page-long recounting of a few weeks’ sojourn by him shortly afterward, staying at various (very welcoming) monasteries on Mount Athos in Greece. I found all of this material as idyllic, and ably written and delightful to read, as PLF’s much-earlier-achieved first two volumes.