Whilst not at the same level as Bernard Cornwell and his Sharpe adventures – who is? – the continuing
adventures of the very-busy Simon Fonthill, a sort of Richard Sharpe for the
late 1800s (Queen Victoria’s ‘little wars’, as they were so aptly named) are
good fun if you’re into historical military fiction like I am.
Fonthill’s adventures started in the Zulu Wars, taking in
the defeat at Isandlwana
and the victory at Rorke’s Drift, then moved to Afghanistan, and the British
triumph at Kandahar, and, in The Diamond
Frontier, Fonthill and his constant companion, the dry, canny 352 Jenkins –
his first name is Cyril, but he doesn’t like it, and is known by his service
number due to the many soldiers named Jenkins in his parent battalion – find
themselves en route to England and a few weeks’ rest with Fonthill’s parents
when a note from an old friend in trouble diverts them to South Africa, where
the diamond trade has exploded with popularity.
Sir Garnet Wolseley and a British army made up of redcoat
regulars and plenty of local troops, is poised to attack the bePedi tribe, who,
in a similar vein to the Zulu, have been causing trouble, raiding homes along
the frontier. The bePedi have already defeated a Boer contingent set to stop
them. The British don’t exactly have the best relationship with the Boer, and,
of course, there will be open conflict between the two in a few years’.
Whilst Fonthill and 352 Jenkins are on the hunt for the
daughter of the British spy chief, John Dunn (who made an appearance in the
first Fonthill adventure), who, they discover, has been captured by men mixed
up in the transport and sale of diamonds on the black market. There’s plenty of
action and a few near misses and close shaves for our heroes. The banter
between officer and NCO is fantastic. Wilcox has written both characters
really, really well.
Making things more complicated is the presence in South
Africa of Alice Griffith, the woman Simon loves, and a feisty war correspondent
unafraid of upsetting the military chain of command. Lurking around, too, is the
man Alice will marry, Fonthill’s greatest adversary, the very proper Colonel
Ralph Covington. Every hero needs an enemy, right?
Just like Sharpe, who gets into his fair share of auxiliary
adventures, Fonthill and 352 make it back to the army in time to join Wolseley’s
push into bePedi territory. Whilst not quite as skilled as Cornwell, Wilcox is
still above average when it comes to writing a good battle scene. Generally,
the plotting, characterisation and action get better with every book.
I’m looking forward to the next instalment in a series that
now stretches from the Zulu Wars (The Horns
of the Buffalo) to the outbreak of the First World War (Dust Clouds of War), twelve full-length
novels and one short story.
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