Book two in the Outlander Series finds Claire Randall age 60, I'd say
the addition is wrong, 23 years older back in twentieth century
Scotland with her daughter Brianna Randall. No explanation is
supplied but her 6-ft tall daughter has flaming red hair! To begin
Roger Wakefield, a timorous orphan of 8 in book one is our narrator
with Claires' part in italics.
Having visited the site of Jamie Fraser's grave Claire explains to
her daughter the source of her sire's DNA and is magically
transported back to his living presence in Eighteenth Century Le
Havre and Paris. Compared to the cultured comforts of a Twentieth
Century Inverness Manse life in a Paris pension is crude and ribald.
There is nothing suggestive about their interactions.
Eighty-seven page chapters are somewhat intimidating to the reader
but progress seems rapid.
I had not expected to encounter Hildegard of Bingen here nor had I
previously read of her imposing physical height. Members of the
French Royal Court figure prominently along with Bonnie Prince
Charlie and his father James.
Murtagh is as loyal to his Scottish Laird as any Italian Capo to his
Godfather and as willing to render any service required. No blood
oath could be any stronger. Jamie trusts his wife, Murtagh, his
sister and her husband—a childhood friend. His cousin and business
partner Jared is not on that list. For all its rich dress and manners
the French Court was a den of vipers and thieves fuelled by gossip.
The truth is a valuable commodity due to its rarity.
The Bonnie Prince Charlie presented here is a more romantic figure
than the one presented by historians. Given modern day secessionism
in Scotland one wonders if the events that led to Cullodon were
spurred so much by loyalty to a vain and pigheaded Prince who was
barely Scottish or by a desire for independence from England that
rallied round a Bourbon Heir.
For all that he is presented to us by his wife it is hard not to like
Jamie Fraser. Larger than life and strikingly handsome despite his
many scars he has a charisma and an appeal that shines through the
words on the page. John Randall, on the other hand is an arch-villain
we can picture as the villain of The Patriot or Lucius Malfoy in
Harry Potter, though he did not get to play the part in the TV
Series.
It can hardly be accorded a spoiler to say that the Uprising of 1745
did not go well for the Scots. Therefore it is with a feeling
oncoming doom that one reads the last quarter of this novel knowing
the outcome as we and our heroine do in advance. The stupidity and
pigheadedness of Prince Charlie that dragged his loyal retainers into
this ill-begotten rout is well documented. The chapter I am reading
is 150 pages, a thing most would consider book-length in and of
itself.
In an era before sterilization and antibiotics treatment of the
wounded was nearly as deadly as injury itself. Malnutrition, ill
health, and lack of cleanliness contributed to poor outcomes for the
wounded. We are spared the more gruesome surgical details but the
need to have a strange women attend to a rough Scot's urinary needs
was more painful than the disabilities that made such attention
necessary. Having a women sew up a scrotum hacked by a sword
thrust.... We learn of the initial battle itself as Jamie describes
it to Claire after the fact.
And so drunk with a triumphal return to Scotland Charlie Stuart leads
his men on a fruitless campaign into England squandering their
strength before leading them to eventual defeat on the Moors of
Cullodon. Knowing what is coming Claire's Scottish Laird sends her
back to the Twentieth Century before facing his own doom.
With the heroic figure of Jamie Fraser laid in his grave just past
his mid-twenties I am curious to see where book three takes us.