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412 pages, Hardcover
First published January 1, 1969
He beheld four and twenty legs ... Colonel Pitt's gleaming military boot lay pressed upon Mrs Harte's right foot, and upon her left � quite a distance from the right � reposed Jack's scarcely less massive buckled shoe.In a 1991 New York Times book review, Richard Snow called this series the best historical novels ever written. "On every page Mr. O'Brian reminds us with subtle artistry of the most important of all historical lessons: that times change but people don't, that the griefs and follies and victories of the men and women who were here before us are in fact the maps of our own lives."
Course followed course... But in time Mrs Harte rose and walked, limping slightly, into the drawing room.
As the wind came round on to the beam they set staysails and the fore-and-aft mainsail ... Now, with the studdingsails in, the chase - or the ghost of the chase, a pale blur showing now and then on the lifting swell - could be seen from the quarter-deck ...
For a moment Jack felt the strongest inclination to snatch up his little gilt chair and beat the white-faced man down with it; but he gave way with a tolerable show of civility...He was profoundly dissatisfied with himself, and with the man in the black coat, and with the service. And with the velvet softness of the April night and the choir of nightingales in the orange-trees and the host of stars hanging so low as almost to touch the palms.Jack Aubrey gets happy news of a promotion and command of the brig Sophie, he and Dr. Stephen Maturin (the small dark man at the concert) offer each other handsome apologies and the two sail off for the first of 20 books that tell the story of a friendship that will outlast wars, competition in love, vast differences in personality and beliefs; but held together by deep mutual respect, humor, and a love of music.
Jack was a big man at any time, but now he seemed to be at least twice his usual size; his eyes were shining in an extraordinary manner, as blue as the sea, and a continuous smile showed a gleam across the lively scarlet of his face...Stephen, looking at them curiously, saw the same extraordinary animation had seized upon James Dillon--indeed the whole crew was filled with a strange ebullience.Stephen Maturin is altogether different, but he’s given equal weight with Aubrey in this and later volumes—and that’s one of the reasons the series never goes stale. Maturin is brilliant, impatient, an obsessive naturalist, a gifted physician, a polyglot; yet when we first meet him Stephen is a broken man. Half Irish, half Catalan, Stephen was caught up in the cause of the United Irishmen who rose up against England in 1798, only to grow horrified at the carnage, the incompetence, the traitors and tale-bearers.
I have had such a sickening of men in masses, and of causes, that I would not cross this room to reform parliament or prevent the union or to bring about the millennium. I speak only for myself, mind - it is my own truth alone - but man as part of a movement or a crowd is indifferent to me. He is inhuman. And I have nothing to do with nations, or nationalism. The only feelings I have - for what they are - are for men as individuals; my loyalties, such as they may be, are to private persons alone.Stephen, as it turns out, knows one other member of the crew, the first lieutenant, James Dillon, an Irishman, a secret Catholic who has also been involved with the nationalist movement. But Dillon, as a British naval officer, must hide this background or face dismissal--or even treason charges. Dillon is a wonderful character, tormented, cursed with intense pride, rigid ideals and mixed loyalties; he is jealous of Jack Aubrey, doubts Jack’s courage and blows hot and cold in a way that deeply distresses his straightforward Captain.
Two bells in the morning watch found the Sophie sailing steadily eastward along the thirty-ninth parallel with the wind just abaft her beam; she was heeling no more than two strakes under her topgallantsails, and she could have set her royals, if the amorphous heap of merchantmen under her lee had not determined to travel very slowly until the full daylight, no doubt for fear of tripping over the lines of longitude.Then there are those wonderful moments when Stephen or Jack play off each other:
A dark form drifted from the sombre cliff-face on the starboard beam � an enormous pointed wingspan: as ominous as fate. Stephen gave a swinish grunt, snatched the telescope from under Jack’s arm, elbowed him out of the way and squatted at the rail, resting his glass on it and focusing with great intensity.Each time I read the twenty novels in Patrick OBrian’s epic I find new dimensions in them. Whether you read for character, adventure, history, magnificent description, new realms of erudition, humor--or just the pleasure of good story-telling you'll find delight in these books.
‘A bearded vulture! It is a bearded vulture!� he cried.
‘A young bearded vulture.�
‘Well,� said Jack instantly � not a second’s hesitation ‘I dare say he forgot to shave this morning.�