EVA GLYN’S PUBLICATION DAY REVIEW OF PRISCILLA MORRIS’S BLACK BUTTERFLIES

When the Netgalley notification came through of a novel set in Sarajevo during the conflict of the 1990s, I had to read it. My interest in the war had been sparked by a conversation with then tour guide, now friend, Darko Barisic, who as a child had lived through the same conflict in Mostar. I knew what he’d gone through and I greatly respected his resilience. I also knew I had to tell his story, which I did through the medium of The Olive Grove, my first women’s fiction title set in Croatia.

Black Butterflies is completely different to my own book, it’s literary fiction but reads almost like a memoir. It takes you to Sarajevo in 1992 real time through the eyes of Zora, an artist and tutor who along with her neighbours experiences the brunt of the siege. A siege that occurred when an army of Serbs surrounded what was a wonderful multi-ethic, highly cultured society. A society none expected would turn into a war zone.

The language the author uses is incredible in both its beauty and its harshness. It’s also immersive. I was in Sarajevo, and it is rare a book has so much power to transport me in such a multi-sensory way. The horror, the moments of lightness, the unremitting awfulness of losing almost everything… no work, no food, no power, no water… while being under fire. It all became absolutely real and that is an incredible talent.

I guessed early on that the author had access to first hand accounts and this proved to be the case. Although fictional, Black Butterflies is a melding of two family stories, and the experiences of a larger number of people, but skilfully woven together they make a unified whole.

A word of warning though; if you are particularly anxious about the situation in Ukraine, this isn’t the time to read this book. However if you would prefer to think on how conflicts do end, how people come out of the other side and go on to lead normal lives, then do.

 

Publisher’s blurb for Black Butterflies:

Sarajevo, spring 1992. Each night, nationalist gangs erect barricades, splitting the diverse city into ethnic enclaves; each morning, the residents – whether Muslim, Croat or Serb – push the makeshift barriers aside.

When violence finally spills over, Zora, an artist and teacher, sends her husband and elderly mother to safety with her daughter in England. Reluctant to believe that hostilities will last more than a handful of weeks, she stays behind while the city falls under siege. As the assault deepens and everything they love is laid to waste, black ashes floating over the rooftops, Zora and her friends are forced to rebuild themselves, over and over. Theirs is a breathtaking story of disintegration, resilience and hope.

Publisher’s blurb for The Olive Grove:

Antonia Butler is on the brink of a life-changing decision and a job advert looking for a multilingual housekeeper at a beautifully renovated Croatian farmhouse, Vila Maslina, is one she can’t ignore.

Arriving on the tiny picturesque island of Korčula, Antonia feels a spark of hope for the first time in a long time. This is a chance to leave the past behind.

But this island, and its inhabitants, have secrets of their own and a not-too-distant past steeped in tragedy and war. None more so than Vila Maslina’s enigmatic owner Damir Maric. A young man with nothing to lose but everything to gain…

Exclusive Paddy Ashdown Interview ‘I Am Devoted To The Liberal Democrats’

Here is part three of our exclusive Paddy Ashdown interview. Take a look at part one and two.

That’s a good answer. In your diaries you are clear about how close you were to Labour before and after the ’97 election, and that PR was the price of coalition. Given that the Lib Dems eventually went into coalition with the Tories, with just a promise of a referendum on AV, how do you think events would have unfolded if you’d accepted a similar deal in ’97?”

I don’t know. I mean I can’t take you through the what would have happened parts of history. I suspect the circumstances would have been very different if we also had the referendum on a sensible system rather than a lesser sensible one. I don’t think you would have had the leading party in the country at the time deliberately doing what they could at the time to destroy the motion and the national newspapers at the time supporting them. That is the ‘what would have happened’ bits of history and we could all spend hours deciding how the world would be different  if Britain hadn’t won the battle of Waterloo; It’s very interesting but it doesn’t bear much relevance.

Paddy_Ashdown_3You also said in your diaries that you were worried that the party would start with Gladstone and end with Ashdown, what do you think was your greatest achievement as the Liberal Democrat Leader?

I have never ever believed that I am a good judge of my own achievements, I leave that to others to decide on what your achievements are. I was very proud to lead the Liberal Democrats for eleven years, I loved it, I am devoted to them. I was also very proud to be the International High Representative in Bosnia for the British Government.  No doubt I made mistakes in both of those jobs, probably quite a lot of them. When you have the privilege of doing jobs like that you can use it to your advantage and I quickly realised what I was good at and what I was bad at.

What do you think will happen with the Liberal Democrats in 2015?

I actually think all the polls now are wrong. I have to rely, as I always have done, on the good judgement of the british electorate, I think we have a good story to tell, we have been in government, everyone said we couldn’t do it. I think we have been more united than the Tories, tougher than the Tories, and played a really serious role in bringing our country through a crisis. If I know the British electorate at all well, when the moment comes, I think we’ll reap the dividends of that. I also think that the British electorate probably, having had the benefit of the coalition may not be very happy returning to absolute power in anybody’s hands. Also, having a coalition of some sort forces people to work together instead of spending all their time scratching each other’s eyes out. Maybe that is a much better system than what we had in the past. Those two things will help us I think.
Who Is Your Favourite Politician?

I think as someone said to me; ‘Who is my hero?’ and I said William Wilberforce who is as unlike me as you could possibly get, apart from Gladstone of course, who is the greatest Prime Minister this country has ever had both internationally and domestically, he was a man who said, “We did not march across the law of anti-slavery, we did not march towards a monument in the distance, we gathered friends like flowers along the way.” and I think he was an extraordinary politician.

Do you think we should have intervened in Syria?

No, I don’t. I’m against intervening in Syria while the opposition is so fractured and defused. Anyways, they’re being funded by extremist elements and encouraging extremist elements so, no, I thought that would lead us towards an engagement in what I think is a widening religious war. I did however think we should intervene in defense of one of the principles pillars of international law; a prohibition on the use of chemical weapons that has stood since 1926 and strained even Hitler and Stalin, and I thought that unless we were prepared to show strength to Assad, not by intervention because we wouldn’t have done, but there was a price to pay that was painful for breaking this principle of international law, then it would only have encouraged the wider spread of chemical weapons. So, no, I don’t think we should have intervened in Syria but I do think we should defend International Law and indeed one of the most important pillars of the international law that preserves some semblance of civilised behaviour in the prosecution of wars.

You testified against Slobodan Milosevic. Was that scary?

No, it wasn’t scary. It was more scary being bombarded by his troops. I mean, I testified about being in the middle of the Albanian villages when they were being bombarded by the main battle units of his army, that was much more scary.

I can understand that. You have done a lot of different things in your life. What is your favourite?

I think there is nothing I’ve done that will match my sense of pride of being a member of parliament for my own community of Yeovil. There is no thing you could ever do that matched being the representative in Westminster of the community you live in and love. So if somebody said you can have one line to put on your gravestone it would be ‘Member of Parliament for Yeovil’.

What was it like being an intelligence officer?

I was a perfectly ordinary diplomat

What is the best advice you have ever received?

Never stop learning.

Thank you Paddy.

 What do you think?

In Search of the Past – A visit to the Somme Part 4 by Penny Gerrard

Private Gilbert Sexton

The first morning of the Gerrards and Hodsons’ Somme trip had been spent finding graves and memorials to Richard Hodson’s family members.   Now, well-fed and watered after our omelette lunch at a typical French tabac, we were up for our next challenge – this time to find the site at Fromelles where Francis’ uncle, the eighteen year old Private Gilbert Sexton, son of William Henry and Elizabeth Sexton of West Wycombe in Buckinghamshire, of A Company 2/1st  Buckinghamshire Battalion, The Oxfordshire and Buckinghamshire Light Infantry was killed in action at on 19 July.  Gilbert’s 18th birthday was not until at least July 2016 – meaning that he must have enlisted under age as so many other keen young boys did.

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“What we called ‘Gilbert’s Field’ at Fromelle the scene of the gas cylinder disaster”

Our research had verified the old family story.  We had found that on 18 July 1916, on the day before the battalion was involved in a key battle, an Australian battery fired high explosives shells which dropped short on the gas cylinders which A Company had stored in their trenches.  This error inflicted 78 casualties among those who were in the process of moving them back out of range of the German guns.  Gilbert was amongst those wounded by friendly fire and died the next day.   The Battalion suffered 178 casualties before the attack with a further 322 killed or wounded during the assault on 19 May.   We found it painful to stand at the roadside looking across the peaceful fields imagining the horror of that mistaken attack as so many young men were either killed by the explosion or, worse I suspect, overwhelmed by the clouds of poisonous gas as Gilbert was.

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 “The Grave of Gilbert Sexton in Merville Town Cemetery”

We were now very keen to find Gilbert’s grave and headed for the town of Merville – several miles away from Fromelles where many of those involved in the friendly fire incident on the 18th were taken for burial.   Unlike most of the War Grave Cemeteries which seem to stand alone in the countryside, secure within their boundary walls, Gilbert’s grave lay within rows of war graves in the middle of the Merville Town Cemetery surrounded by the imposing and ornate tombs of the town’s civilian population.    Again there was a great feeling of sadness as we came to his headstone set among those of his comrades from the Buckinghamshire Battalion with whom he died.  It was somehow comforting to think that his resting place was amid the bustle of a small country town.  Blue aubrietia flourished at the bottom of the stone, almost hiding the words “Gone but not forgotten” which Francis’ grandparents must have chosen.   Gilbert was the fourth of twelve children and his little sister Flo, who was later to have Francis, was only two when he disappeared from her life, leaving her with not even a memory of the big brother she lost.

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 “The war graves amid those of Merville’s residents”

Our time for exploring was gone for that day because we had an important engagement to fulfil.  We were to attend the Last Post Ceremony which has been part of the life of the people of Ieper (formerly Ypres) for the past 70 or so years. The Menin Gate Memorial to the Missing is one of the largest British and Commonwealth memorials to those whose bodies were never found in the battlefield area of the Ypres Salient in Belgian Flanders. Engraved on its walls are the names of 54,389 officers and men from the UK and some Commonwealth Forces and the nightly ceremony recognises the courage and sacrifice of those who fell in defence of their town.

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 “The Menin Gate Memorial to the Missing” at Ieper (formerly Ypres)” 

Well before the 8pm start time we joined the packed crowd clustered under the arches of the gate and as the ceremony got under way we were touched by the sound of the bugles playing the Last Post and the fleeting glimpse of the British Legion Standard Bearer taking part.  An unidentified English choir sang of war and loss and the crowd was hushed – perhaps each thinking of particular members of their family who had given their life in that awful war.   We were glad that the two members of Richard’s family whose Somme experiences we would be tracking down the next day had both survived.

 

 

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Captain Walter Basil Haddon-Smith

The Gerrards and the Hodsons had successfully tracked down the first of Richard’s family members and so onwards on the next stage of our journey – this time to find the Le Touret Monument to 13,400 soldiers whose families had no marked graves to visit.  On this would be carved the name of Walter Basil Haddon-Smith – a first cousin of Richard’s grandfather. Walter was a Captain in The Queen’s Regiment and was killed in action on 16 May 1915 at the battle of Festubert commanding D company.

In Search of the Past – A visit to the Somme - Part 3 by Penny Gerrard1 “The Le Touret Monument to the Missing with its surrounding graves”  

There were no problems with navigation this time and we entered the quiet grounds of the monument which sat huge and timeless in the rolling French countryside which was unrecognisable from the devastated landscape it was 100 years ago when Walter fell. The names were faint and we struggled to photograph them but there it was –  the simple name “Haddon-Smith W.B.” among so many thousands of others. The quiet was only broken by the sound of birds singing.  How many generations of birds would have lived here since those whose song was stilled by the fighting I wondered.

In Search of the Past – A visit to the Somme - Part 3 by Penny Gerrard2 “The name ‘Haddon-Smith W.B.’ engraved on the stone”

Richard explained to us that Walter’s Battalion plan was for A Company to lead the attack with two lead platoons followed by two remaining platoons behind with a 50 yard interval, followed by B, C and D companies in identical fashion.  The distance to the German trenches was 180 yards over uneven ground with ditches and long grass.  The attack was preceded by artillery bombardment of the enemy positions from 2.45 to 3.15 am.  Then, as daylight broke, A Company scaled the ladders and rushed towards the German position.   The enemy opened fire immediately.   After elements of C Company had gone over the top, enemy resistance was unaffected and a second artillery bombardment was requested and lasted 15 minutes.  Then the remainder of C Company and D Company attacked.   By 7.30pm the operation came to an end.   Of the 27 Officers and 963 other ranks, total casualties were 19 Officers and 416 other ranks killed or wounded.   A sad postscript was that his wife Edith had died of peritonitis ten days before Walter was killed.   Richard will never know if Walter was told of his wife’s death before he went into action.   He was posthumously “Mentioned in Despatches” for gallantry.

In Search of the Past – A visit to the Somme - Part 3 by Penny Gerrard3 “The Le Touret Monument with its 13,400 names”

We had started to realise that time was passing by fast and lunchtime was upon us.  What we needed was a crusty baguette bursting with ripe Brie or some such appetising filling (we were remembering the tempting arrays in the boulangeries of Lille).    Not apparently to be found at lunchtime out in the wilds of the French countryside though.  The occasional tabac serving a full meal was our only choice but “Madame” whipped us up light and fluffy omelettes.   The lunchtime passed in sociable chat with other war grave pilgrims as we compared notes and family histories.  We wondered what was in store for us next as we travelled on through the French countryside.

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In Search of the Past – A visit to the Somme by Penny Gerrard Part 2

 

 

Neilston War Memorial By Mary Cooper

 

There is a village near Glasgow which, one hundred years after the event, is erecting a monument to the war dead. Some think it is too much, that we don’t need this monstrosity to remind us.

 

But memory is fallible and we are, after all, only human and, in times of war, are capable of terrible deeds, mostly driven by fear. Those who have lived through war will have seen the worst that we can be. The first world war is a perfect example: bloody battles, torture and not least the terrible hardship our fathers, husbands, brothers and sons had to endure in the trenches and tunnels which became home as war dragged on; terror, horror and boredom in equal measure while, at home, mothers, wives, sisters and daughters pulled together to keep everything running so that those who came back when it was all over would know that the sacrifices had been worth everything.

 

The monument is well under way and should be ready by the summer of this year; we stood in the rain and biting wind last Sunday and watched the first stone being laid. A lone piper played a melancholy drone as we stood huddled while the speeches were given; the cold wind driving the needles of rain into our faces stinging our eyes, a stark reminder of what those men in the trenches had had to endure, not only for ten minutes but for months at a time in the bloody fields of battle.

We retired to the cafe afterwards for a warm drink, rubbing our cold hands and wiping the tears from our eyes; not so for those gallant men, there had been no respite from the bitter wind of war.

 

It is going to be the grandest thing in the village, some think too grand. But I believe it should be grand just as the sacrifices were and still are, something to stand out so that people passing will stop and take notice, read the names of those who died to keep us safe and remember that they are the reason we live the lives that we live, free and safe.

Freedom is a hard fought battle which never ends. The monument will be built, lest we forget.

 

 

 

At The Break of Day By Margaret Graham Book Review

Margaret Graham, book, book review, at the break of dayMargaret Graham has written many good books, in fact she is working on her 14th. Many of these books are compelling and well-researched books set during wartime. At The Break of Day is no exception. It is yet another brilliant novel to lose yourself in while the author takes you into another time and setting.

Many of the main characters in Margaret Graham’s novels are women making the best of themselves in hard circumstances. In this novel Rosie Norton is facing a bright future in America in 1946, until she is called home from Pennsylvania. Rosie was evacuated by her grandfather in 1939 by her beloved grandfather and she returns to a devastated Europe which is still picking itself up after the war. She has developed an American accent and finds it hard to be accepted by the people around her. Many who refer to her as a dumb yank. She is supported by her childhood sweetheart Jack, but lies and people with bad intentions get between them. Jack is sent to war in Korea and a homeless Rosie, together with the child he doesn’t know they have, is left to fend for herself in London.

This is a wonderful novel that I really enjoyed reading. The character of Rosie is a great one. She makes the most of herself and her circumstances. She is an inspirational character who it is impossible to not fall in love with. I also loved the parallels between the UK and US. McCarthyism is on the rise in the US and her American family write about it in their letters. This is an engaging novel which captures the time it is set in perfectly. Highly recommended: another triumph for Margaret Graham.

At the Break of Day is available here.

 

 

 

A Time For Courage By Margaret Graham Book Review

a-time-for-courage-cover-195x300I have been a fan of Margaret Graham for a while now and have read many of her books. It was with much excitement I got my hands on a copy of A Time For Courage. Margaret Graham has a special talent for writing about ballsy heroines who are worthy of making history. More than role models, these women tend to change history and pave the way for future generations, Hannah is no exception, she is the heroine of this story. Daughter to a tyrant, the sexism of the world starts at home but this is Victorian times and women are not even allowed to vote.

War is a running theme in this book and Graham has a rather special knack of writing about war well. Few writers can match her skill and knowledge of military historical fiction. You can tell that she knows her stuff. Her book draws you in and does not let go. At the start of the book is the Boer war and the aftermath, later is the first world war. That great destroyer of generations of men and broken women. Hannah is torn between one class and another, she is born into wealth and much is expected of her. If you consider embroidery and simply being a wife and mother a lot. But Hannah wants to be a teacher, she wants an education. University is denied to her by her tyrannical, misogynistic father but she finds a way with the help of her mother, even though her mother is weak, broken by her father and multiple pregnancies. In contrast Hannah has a cousin called Esther. The difference between Hannah and the selfish Esther is vast.

This is not just a story about Hannah, but also about her brother, Harry. The siblings have much in common: decency, morality, a love of family and an understanding of what is wrong and what is right. Unfortunately their decency and morality is ahead of its time. Harry  fights against racism and Hannah fights against sexism. They both face penalties and conflicts of loyalty for their values. Sometimes doing the right thing brings consequences.

This book is so well-researched it is impossible to not be impressed. This book is gritty and complex with a love story at its beating heart. Over 400 pages long and I raced through it and was sad when it finished. There is much in this book to applaud and I found myself learning a lot about history. Much is covered, including the Suffragists and Suffragette (not everyone will know the history behind the two different groups), diamond mining, human rights after war, social changes…this is more than a novel, it is also a social document. Her writing really works the imagination, creating a beautiful, wonderful and vivid story. I was sad to leave Hannah and her story behind after the last page. I feel the author probably did too.

Stunning: a must read.

A Time for Courage is available here.

 

 

First World War For Dummies Dr Seán Lang Interview

I was very excited to interview Dr Seán Lang, author of First World War For Dummies. Dr Lang has written a great book, you can read our review here. He also gives great answers in the interview below. Enjoy!

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How long did it take to research and write the book?

Not easy to say, because in a sense I have been reading up on the FWW for years, and teaching it to university students for the past four or five years. There was a tight turn-round schedule for the book, especially as the “for Dummies” process involves submitting chapters as you write them, rather than submitting a whole manuscript. The writing itself took about six months.

What is your writing process?

It’s different for the “For Dummies” series because of the very close process of collaboration with the editor. Then not only are there always some academic experts who review your text, but with this book, because of the partnership with the Imperial War Museum, their experts vetted it too. So you have to get a balance between what is academically respectable and what is comprehensible to a wide readership.

The readership is very different from that of a standard academic article or even a textbook: you’re writing for people who might not normally pick up a book, or who might even be a bit scared of them. I’ve seen people taking FD history books off the shelves in bookshops like WH Smith (ie a shop where they might not have gone in to buy a book) and hesitating a long time before deciding whether to buy it or to put it back – and I’ve seen people do both. So I think of the book not in terms of something primarily for people who already know a lot about the war, but rather in terms of the sort of book I would turn to if I needed a quick briefing on something about which I know nothing and of which I have scary memories from school – physics, say, or fairly advanced mathematics. You have to go to where people are and take them forward, not stand where you are and expect them to come to you.

Being a lecturer obviously helps, but did you learn anything that surprised you when writing the book?

There are always part of the narrative which you didn’t know much about before starting to read up for the book – elements of the war in Africa, for example, or the epic journey of the crew of the German raider “Emden”. But I think the greatest surprises lay in some of the images in the IWM’s collection, which we used for the illustrations. We tend to see only a limited range of types of photos from the war – trenches, recruits, women in factories and so on – so it was very refreshing to see images from around the world, some of them quite dramatic.


In the parts of tens you list First World War poets and writers, do you have a personal favourite?

I think probably RC Sherriff, author of “Journey’s End”. Joan Littlewood, who devised and directed “Oh! What a Lovely War” in 1964, loathed the play and wouldn’t allow anyone to mention it in her presence, but I think it is a much more authentic voice from the front line than she managed. It’s a play about a group of officers in 1918 and it captures that loss of schoolboy ideals we associate with the trenches. Sherriff went to the grammar school in Kingston across the road from the one I went to, so maybe there’s a sense in which I see him as the First World War equivalent of me.

A lot of women got their first taste of real work during the first world war, do you think that had a lasting difference?

There’s a lot of debate about this one among historians, because the liberation and emancipation of war work very quickly disappeared when the men came back home and resumed their old jobs, so some people say that the change for women was illusory. There’s also a certain irony in the fact the sort of work that women did in the FWW was often the very sort of work Victorian social reformers had been trying to rescue them from. But yes, I do think the change was long lasting, even if it wasn’t immediate. It made it clear that men and women were all part of the same fighting nation, and that women, whether they were in the factories or whether they were bringing up children at home, had a part to play in the national war effort just as the men had. That idea swung back into action in the Second World War, of course. That in itself effectively smashed the old Victorian idea that men and women inhabited “separate spheres”, both metaphysically and in reality. That idea has never revived, at least not in British society, so yes, I think the war made a lasting difference for women.

What can be learned from World War I?

That’s too big a question to answer fully, so I’ll give just a couple of things that can be learned from it, though I ought to start with a lesson that can’t be learned: I heard someone during this year’s centenary commemorations saying something like “We must learn from this war so it never happens again”, and I thought “Have you never heard that there was a Second World War? It has happened again”. I think the lessons that can be learned include: a) political leaders must avoid playing games of bluff, because that is effectively what was happening in 1914, and everybody’s bluff got called, with disastrous results. b) People always go into war assuming it will be like the Last One (whichever that one is) and it never is, but seldom have expectations about the likely nature of a war been so completely wrong as they were in 1914. So, if you go to war, assume it will be a hundred times worse than you expect. And remember that your decision will mean that a lot of people now alive will soon be dead.

What do you think is the lasting legacy of World War I?

There’s no strict hierarchy about these things, of course, but I would rank the First World War’s legacy as even greater and longer-lasting than the Second’s – after all, the SWW was itself a legacy of the FWW. For example, all the problems that blew up in the Balkans in the 1990s were almost directly a legacy of the FWW. So is the continuing and growing crisis in the Middle East, including Israel-Palestine, resurgent Islam etc. The Middle East (itself a European term) was a backwater before the FWW, when the Europeans carved it up, with all the consequences we are still living with. Ireland’s troubles go back a long way, but the specific issue of Northern Ireland – an issue which never quite goes away – is a direct legacy of the FWW. Above all, a) the Russian Revolution and the formation of the Soviet Union were both precipitated by the FWW (it is arguable that Russia would have had a revolution without the FWW, but there’s also a good case for saying that it wouldn’t have happened without a war to bring things to a head), and b) it was the FWW that first got the United States acting as a Great Power, well outside its own back yard, starting the process of American global action which still dominates the world.


D-Day just had its 70th Anniversary, as time goes by is there a danger of people forgetting what happened, and the lessons learned?

Yes, there is such a danger. Schools and local communities do a very good job of keeping the memory of the FWW alive at the moment, but we can’t assume that will go on for ever: firstly, it is noticeable that Islamist protests against western involvement in Iraq and Afghanistan seem to have taken the form of assaults against FWW symbols – desecrating war memorials, burning poppies, and so on. That might indicate that the commemoration of the FWW could become divisive in future, rather than welding the nation together, as it has done so far. But even if it doesn’t, just think of the children currently going on school trips to the trenches. Their teachers are old enough, except perhaps the very youngest, to have known people who lived through the war – grandparents and so on – so the human link is still there. But in forty years’ time, in 2054, those pupils will be the teachers and parents: they won’t have that direct link, and their children and pupils will be even further removed from it. The FWW will be about as close to them as the American Civil War or the Crimean War are to us. Now, okay we still acknowledge the losses and suffering in those wars, so it may well be that the memory of the FWW will still be kept alive, but it won’t be on anything like the scale of current commemorations. Lastly – and I hate to point this out – future generations may well have wars and disasters of their own to commemorate, which will push the 20th century world wars out of the picture.

Do you think the first World War was avoidable?

Yes. Totally. I think the fall into war in 1914 was entirely avoidable. There are some wars in history which probably had to be fought – the SWW, civil wars, wars against revolutionary regimes, for example – and others which were entirely avoidable, like the US/British ‘War of 1812’, or the Crimean War, but the FWW is the worst. The crisis that provoked it was entirely solvable – assassinations, even of Archdukes, do not usually provoke wars – and the Great Powers HAD solved far more dangerous crises in the years before 1914. But among some statesmen in 1914 there was a certain eagerness that this time they should get a war out of it, and among some – notably in Berlin but also in Vienna – there was a determination that nothing should get in the way of their desire to have a war. You remember that Israeli Eurovision song, “A Little Peace?” Or even John Lennon’s “GIve Peace a Chance?” Well, in 1914 there were some statesmen who thought in terms of having “A Little War” or wanted to “Give War a Chance”. They had no idea of exactly what that war would be like, but they bear a very heavy responsibility nevertheless.

What’s next?

I’m also a playwright. A short play of mine called “The Road Less Travelled” which is set in 1914 and is a reflection on the outbreak of the war has been picking up good reviews and awards recently and will be published soon; I’m also writing a play called “1914: Assassination Before Lunch” which will be performed in Cambridge in October.

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