Anyone feel a need to ask why I bought this book? No? Right then, on with The Review Of The First 37 Pages:
Let's see. So far we have:
Tattoos, Sheridan, a performance of The Rivals, TWO women, one an actress, Freemasons, the Illuminati, threats of financial ruin, the East Indian company, a Mohawk, a sex scene in a dressing room, a duel, someone cheating shamefully in said duel, an respected old friend and mentor and former commander, the 16th Light Dragoons and he and Sheridan are so doing it
IOW, NC-17 Sheridan Fanfic. Rawrrrrr.
Pellew will undoubtedly be along, as I suspect we're headed for Saratoga. *squees*
The sex scene, sadly, includes almost all known Fanfic Sex Scene Sins.
Somebody ought to talk to him about proper illicit dressing room shagging *checks credentials*.
Shall report back later. Tally-ho!
ETA: Page 39. His Mohawk name means "Inexhaustible". Of course
it does. Silly me. I should at least finish the book before I start slashing him with people, right? Right?
ETA2: Cover photography by *stalls out* PHOTOGRAPHY?
*ponders means of locating and stalking model*
ETA3: "As you know, Dear Reader, at the Battle of the Plains of Abraham..." (Historical Exposition interspersed with ManPain, 3 pages)
And: His Mission? Page 41: ROUSE THE IROQUOIS. *gets an early start on that being roused bit* and GAIN A TRUE KNOWLEDGE OF THE ENEMY.
ETA4: PAGE 48 AND WE HAVE MIDSHIPMAN PELLEW! AND HE STOOD ON HIS HEAD!
"Jack smiled. He liked Pellew, BEYOND A COUNTRYMAN'S AFFINITY ... Midshipman Pellew was standing gloriously alone, on the highest yardarm. On his head."
They are toasting each other in Cornish.
And they've been practicing... Cornish Wrestling together. On the deck.
*dives back into book*
I have to stop posting and read faster. Also, enter Alexander Lindsay, Earl of Balcarras, who is "tall, so pale his skin appeared untroubled by his prodigious consumption, seemingly effete, with an accent bred at Harrow and Oxford, Jack had discovered that [he] had a core of metal. Sandy was also a prodigious fast bowler, and had TAKEN JACK'S WICKET in the annual Westminster versus Harrow Old Boy's match seven years before. Despite that, Jack liked him."
... He wants to know about the wrestling. Also, Simon Fraser just showed up. With a wee question.
GAH with the ETAs:
(Much later: Jack [has been] awake since an hour before dawn despite the distracting comfort of Pellew's pillow.
OK, done. Still a-squee. And giggling, and just sort of generally --
This book is RevWar crackfic. And I love it. Highly recommended.
Even though I think I have just figured out what it is about sex scenes in much literature of this genre:
Foreplay lasts until the writer gets embarassed. Then, the characters have to fuck so the writer can stop writing the scene. Mr Humphreys is... not so easily embarassed as Mr Cornwell, it seems. Still. One could wish he'd pressed a cool towel to his forehead long enough to let Our Boy actually make a decent job of the ladies in question before resorting to 'they were joined'.
Also, maybe it's me, but that particular euphemism make me want to know by whom
they were joined. (I'm voting for Balcarras, myself...)