The Invasion Year (Alan Lewrie Naval Series #17)

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The Invasion Year is the seventeenth tale in Dewey Lambdin's smashing naval adventure series.

For a fellow like Captain Alan Lewrie, Royal Navy, who despises the French worse than the Devil hates Holy Water, it's hellish-hard to gain a reputation for saving them, not once but twice, when the French refugees from Haiti surrender to England rather than the vengeful ex-slave armies in November of 1803!

After that, it could be "all claret and ...

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Overview

The Invasion Year is the seventeenth tale in Dewey Lambdin's smashing naval adventure series.

For a fellow like Captain Alan Lewrie, Royal Navy, who despises the French worse than the Devil hates Holy Water, it's hellish-hard to gain a reputation for saving them, not once but twice, when the French refugees from Haiti surrender to England rather than the vengeful ex-slave armies in November of 1803!

After that, it could be "all claret and cruising" in the Caribbean, but for a home-bound sugar convoy, one so frustrating as to make even the happy-go-lucky Alan Lewrie tear his hair out, kick furniture, and curse like . . . well, like a sailor!

Back in England for the first time in two years, there are honors from the Crown for gallant service . . . a lot more than he expected from King George III, who was having a bad morning, then a chance to move in Society after an introduction to an intriguing daughter of a peer. But then come secret orders to experiment with several types of "infernal engines of war," which might delay or postpone the dreaded cross-Channel invasion by Napoleon Bonaparte, his huge army, and his thousands of invasion craft. For the rest of 1804, Alan Lewrie and his crew of the Reliant frigate will deal with things more dangerous to them than they may prove to be to the French!

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Praise for THE INVASION YEAR:

 "Newcomers to the series will delight in Lambdin’s expert deployment of period detail; his mastery of the details of life on a 19th-century frigate; and the irresistible Captain Alan Lewrie himself. A pleasant blend of light humor, drama and cracking historical naval action."—Kirkus Reviews

"You might say Dewey Lambdin is in a groove." —HistoryWire.com

 Praise for the Alan Lewrie Series:

 “Stunning naval adventure, reeking of powder and mayhem. I wish I had written this series.”—Bernard Cornwell

 "If Horatio Hornblower is the gentleman's sailor and Jack Aubrey is the thinking man's sailor, Lewrie is of and for the working class. Pugnacious and randy, he's a refreshing sea breeze."—San Jose Mercury News

"[A] smashing series."—The Washington Times

“Readers who haven’t yet sampled Lewrie’s adventures need only know that comparisons to Forester and O’Brian are entirely appropriate."—Booklist

“You could get addicted to this series. Easily.”—The New York Times Book Review

“The brilliantly stylish American master of salty-tongued British naval tales.”—Kirkus Reviews

“The best naval adventure series since C. S. Forester.”—Library Journal

“Lewrie is a marvelous creation, resourceful and bold.”—James L. Nelson, author of the Revolution at Sea Saga

Kirkus Reviews

Lambdin's rough-but-lovable rascal Captain Alan Lewrie (King, Ship, and Sword,2010, etc.)returns for a 17th installment.

Following the breakdown of the Peace of Amiens, war is back on between England and Bonaparte's France, and Lewrie finds himself off the coast of Haiti in his frigate Reliant. Lewrie, along with fellow seamen on other ships in his squadron, sits outside Port-au-Prince harbor awaiting the surrender of a group of French ships, as the island's former colonizers have just been expelled following L'Ouverture's successful rebellion. After a close call trying to save a ship full of civilians run aground within sight of the vengeful guns of the long-oppressed Haitians, Lewrie and the other captains head north, to escort a fleet of merchant ships back to England—"herding cats," as Lewrie's puts it. Before they set off, though, Lewrie learns that he is to be knighted soon after his return to England, although he fears it may be more out of sympathy for the loss of his wife—murdered by French assassins—than a reward for meritorious service. During the ceremony, King George III, famous for his poor mental health, extends himself a little farther than intended, to Captain Sir Alan's benefit. During the fêting that surrounds the ceremony, Lewrie meets the lovely Lydia Stangbourne and her rakish brother Percy. Lewrie hasn't been involved with a woman since his wife's death. Neither he nor Lydia are unknown to scandal, and they soon develop deeper feelings. But, as always, new orders come in, and soon Lewrie is helping to test an experimental weapon that threatens to rub wrong even Lewrie's notoriously flexible sense of military honor. Althoughthe book doesn't really stand on its own—it's not meant too, of course—newcomers to the series will delight in Lambdin's expert deployment of period detail; his mastery of the details of life on a 19th-century frigate; and the irresistible Captain Alan Lewrie himself.

A pleasant blend of light humor, drama and cracking historical naval action—another solid entry in the series.

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781250001979
  • Publisher: St. Martin's Press
  • Publication date: 1/3/2012
  • Series: Alan Lewrie Naval Series , #17
  • Edition description: First Edition
  • Edition number: 1
  • Pages: 368
  • Sales rank: 168,770
  • Product dimensions: 5.40 (w) x 8.20 (h) x 1.10 (d)

Meet the Author

DEWEY LAMBDIN is the author of sixteen previous Alan Lewrie novels. A member of the U.S. Naval Institute and a Friend of the National Maritime Museum in Greenwich, England, he spends his free time working and sailing. He makes his home in Nashville, TN, but would much prefer Margaritaville or Murrells Inlet.

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The Invasion Year

An Alan Lewrie Naval Adventure
By Dewey Lambdin

St. Martin's Griffin

Copyright © 2012 Dewey Lambdin
All right reserved.

ISBN: 9781250001979

CHAPTER ONE
 
“Damme, but I do despise the bloody French!”
“Understandably, sir,” the First Lieutenant softly agreed.
“Their bloody general, Rochambeau,” Captain Alan Lewrie, RN, further gravelled, “he’d surrender t’that murderous General Dessalines and his Black rebel army, but he’s too damned proud t’strike to us?”
“Well, Dessalines did give them ten days’ truce to make an orderly exit, sir,” Lt. Westcott pointed out. “Else, it would have been a massacre. Another, really.”
“If they don’t come out and surrender to us, soon, it’ll be all ‘Frogs Legs Flambé,’ and Dessalines’ truce be-damned,” Captain Lewrie said with a mirthless laugh as he extended his telescope to its full length for another peek into the harbour of Cap François … and at the ships anchored inside, on which the French now huddled, driven from the last fingernail grasp of their West Indies colony.
Evidently, the Black victors of the long, savage insurrection were getting anxious over when the French would depart, too, for those solid stone forts which had guarded the port from sea assault showed thin skeins of smoke, rising not from cook-fires but from forges where iron shot could be heated red-hot, amber-hot, to set afire those ships and all the beaten French survivors aboard them—soldiers, civilians, sailors, women, and children. Root and branch, damn their eyes, Lewrie thought; burn ’em all, root and branch!
He lowered his glass and grimaced as he turned to face his First Officer, Lt. Geoffrey Westcott. “Is it askin’ too much, d’ye imagine, sir, that the Frogs could face facts? Which is the greater failure or shame … admittin’ the rebel slaves beat ’em like a rug, and surrenderin’ t’them … or strikin’ to a civilised foe, like us? They’ve done the first, so … what matters the second?”
“Perhaps it’s the matter of Commodore Loring’s terms, sir,” Lt. Westcott supplied, inclining his head towards their senior officer’s flagship, idling under reduced sail further out to seaward. “He will not let them dis-arm and sail for France on their parole.”
“Be a fool if he did,” Lewrie said with a dismissive snort, “and Admiralty’d never forgive him for it if he did. We’d, escort them to Jamaica, intern their civilians … make the women and kiddies comfortable … Rochambeau and all his officers’d be offered parole, quarters, and funds ’til they’re exchanged.…”
“Of course, we’d sling all their sailors and soldiers into the prisoner hulks,” Lt. Westcott added with a touch of whimsy, then, in a tongue-in-cheek manner, said, “And surely some of those French jeunes filles, or fetching young widows … surely some of them are, sir … might find themselves in need of a British officer’s ‘protection’?”
“Hmm, well…,” Capt. Lewrie allowed, rocking on the balls of his feet, making his Hessian boots creak; they were new from a cobbler at Kingston, still in need of breaking in. “I expect you’d be one to make such an offer, Mister Westcott? I warrant you’re a generous soul,” he said with a leer. Since their first acquaintance fitting-out their new frigate at the renewal of the war with France a little after Easter, Lewrie had discovered that Geoffrey Westcott was a Buck-of-The-First-Head when it came to putting the leg over biddable young ladies … almost himself to the Tee, in his younger, frivolous days.
“Well … I hope to be, sir,” Lt. Westcott replied, shrugging in false modesty, or piety (it was hard to tell which), and flashing a brief, teeth-baring grin before turning sober and “salty” once more.
“Wish ye joy of it,” Lewrie said, turning to probe the harbour with his telescope once more.
Cap François, casually known as “Le Cap” in better days, had at one time been the richest entrepôt on the French colony of Saint Domingue, rivalling Jacmel, Mole St. Nicholas, or Port-Au-Prince itself. Nigh a thousand ships had put in there each year with all the luxuries of Europe and the Orient, and had cleared laden deep with sugar, rice, molasses, and rum, making Saint Domingue the richest prize of all the Sugar Islands, richer than all the British possessions put together.
Cap François and Mole St. Nicholas further west out towards the extreme Nor’western cape of Saint Domingue were well placed for trade—on the North side of the colony, accessible to the passages out into the broad Atlantic, which made for shorter voyages to American or European markets.
Give the Frogs a little credit, Lewrie thought; at least they made something of their half of Hispaniola.
The eastern half of Hispaniola was held by the Spanish, but San Domingo had never produced a pittance of wealth compared to the French half; cattle herding, sheep and pigs, subsistence farming … along with the boucaniers who dressed in hides, and had become the dreaded buccaneers of pirate lore.
Now, though … it was all lost, to both France and any other nation which might try to possess it; as Great Britain had in those early days of the French Revolution, when they’d landed an army ashore, and had been fought back to the beaches and piers by the rebel slaves … when they weren’t fighting their former grands blancs masters, or the petits blancs and half-bloods, or each other, for dominance.
That brute General Dessalines had once been an aide to the former house slave Toussaint L’Ouverture, who’d turned out to be a much more brilliant general than any that the French had sent to fight and die here. Over thirty generals, Lewrie had heard tell, and over fourty thousand French soldiers had perished, including Napoleon’s brother-in-law, General LeClerc. Oh, LeClerc had managed to lure L’Ouverture to a parley and had enchained him, then shipped him to die in an alpine prison in France—dead of cold, hunger, and heart-break that Napoleon Bonaparte would betray him, the “Napoleon of The West,” and break all the promises of the French Revolution, of Liberté, Fraternité, and Egalité, of the heady vows of abolishing slavery anywhere in every French colony, in hopes that without L’Ouverture, the rebellion would end.
It wasn’t even Saint Domingue anymore, either. Now, the rebel slaves had begun to call it Haiti, or Hayti, which—so far as Lewrie could tell from the many battles-to-the-death, the ambushes of whole battalions at a whack, the massacres of masters, mistresses, and overseers, and pretty-much anyone else of the former ruling castes, and the betrayals that had taken place here—translated from Creole patois as “Hell On Earth.”
The last desperate refuges for the surviving French of Saint Domingue were the ships in harbour, anchored as far out as they could from the shore guns, but still be in the port proper; to venture out further would put them at risk of being raided and boarded at night by the blockading British squadron.
“One’d hope that Rochambeau had wits enough t’spike his coast artillery, before he abandoned the forts, Mister Westcott,” Captain Lewrie said to his waiting First Lieutenant.
“Well … he is French, sir, so there’s no telling.”
Their frigate, HMS Reliant, along with the rest of the squadron that had sailed from Portsmouth in May on an independent mission, lay three miles to seaward of the coast, right at the edge of what had come to be accepted as the limits of a nation’s, or island’s, sovereignty, the Three Mile Limit. Three miles because that was the Range-To-Random Shot of the largest fortress gun then in use, the 42-pounder. Had the French ever had 42-pounders emplaced on Saint Domingue? Lewrie didn’t know, but, just to err on the side of caution, that was how far out Commodore Loring had decided they would come to anchor.
“He couldn’t be that huge a fool as t’leave ’em in place, then anchor right under ’em,” Lewrie commented.
“As I said, sir … he is French, after all,” Westcott said.
“Most-like, the rebels have only field guns … regimental guns of six-, eight-, or twelve-pound shot,” Lewrie speculated.
“Twelve-pounders firing heated shot would more than suffice, at that range from the shore to the anchored French, sir,” Lt. Westcott opined as he briefly doffed his hat to swab his forehead with a faded handkerchief; almost the last day of November in the Year of Our Lord 1803 or not, it was a bright, sunny, and almost windless day.
“Mmm-hmm,” Lewrie agreed, intent again on the ships yonder.
There appeared to be at least two large Compagnie des Indies three-masted ships, as big as East Indiamen, perhaps another brace of similarly-sized French National ships of the line that seemed to be crammed from bilges to poop decks with humanity.
En flute, or completely dis-armed, Lewrie judged them. Else, they’d be completely elbows t’arseholes if they’re still armed, and of a mind t’resist us, he told himself with a wry grin. With no place t’put the women and children if they tried.
There were a couple of frigates, one of them a very handsome and big one of at least 38 guns or better. There were some lighter, smaller two-masted brigs, even some locally-built schooners. Did the French see the sense of it and strike to Loring’s squadron, there’d be a nice pot of prize-money due … even if it had to be shared by every British warship then “in sight” at the moment of their striking their colours.
Don’t half mind the French perishin’ in flames, but … we all could use some “tin,” Lewrie thought; be a shame t’lose those ships.
Beyond the ships, ashore … Lewrie had seen Cap François back in 1783, at the tail-end of the American Revolution when he had had his brief, acting-command of the Shrike brig for a few weeks. It had looked prosperous then. He had trailed his colours before it in the 1790s in HMS Proteus, his first frigate, during his first Post-Captaincy, when the slave rebellion had burst aflame, and Cap François had even then seemed safe, secure, and ordered, as if the French had kept the uprising and slaughter at bay, deep inland, and well away from the port.
Now … it was dowdy, charred, and filthy, the looted mansions and goods warehouses broken and gaping, and the harbourside streets and piers teeming with taunting, jeering ex-slaves. What possessions the French had abandoned in their haste to flee made a colourful sea of silks and satins being haggled or fought over by the victors, and draped the native women. There was street dancing, some very faint snatches of music, making Lewrie think that he was watching some feral Carnivale. And, when the gentle sea-breeze faltered, he could almost make out the dread, rhythmic thud of voudoun drumming, the sort that had made him prickle with fear his one night ashore long ago at Port-Au-Prince, the drumming that had presaged the evacuation of the British Army to cut their losses to battle, poisonings, small-party ambushes, and the ever-present Malaria and Yellow Jack.
If there were any French left ashore for lack of room aboard the anchored ships, then God help them; they’d have been hunted down, torn from even the deepest hidings, then butchered, raped, and tortured, or burned alive or beheaded—perhaps guillotined in proper French fashion?—as the last to atone for centuries of slavery and all of the cruelties that came with it.
Or, he imagined, for the vindictive, victorious fun of it!
One more day, and, upon the 30th of November, the French would sail and surrender, or burn in Hell, and Haiti (or Hayti) would become an independent Black republic, the only one of its kind in the world, born in a decade or more of blood-rain monsoons.
“Signal from the flag!” Midshipman Entwhistle piped up from the taffrails aft of Lewrie and the First Lieutenant. “Our number, sir … ‘Captain Repair On Board,’ sir!”
“What the Devil?” Lewrie wondered aloud.
“I’ll pass word for your Cox’n and boat crew, sir,” Lt. Westcott said in a crisper tone, with a doff of his hat.
“Aye, but … whatever for?” Lewrie muttered to himself.


 
Copyright © 2010 by Dewey Lambdin

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  • Posted January 13, 2011

    more from this reviewer

    Exciting

    In 1803, British Royal Navy Captain Alan Lewrie saves a French fleet from a slave rebellion in Haiti though he wanted to ignore their deserved plight as he felt the Haitians were in the right. Soon afterward, Lewrie and his crew cross the Atlantic protecting merchant ships. In London King George III honors Lewrie for his patriotic endeavors by knighting him.

    However, even he is taken back by his next assignment as he thought he had seen everything. Lewrie works on a torpedo experiment as a potential weapon to greet Napoleon when he crosses the Channel. Only debauchery and wenching keeps Lewrie afloat as the new weapon seems more dangerous to the handlers than the French.

    The latest Lewrie historical military thriller (see King, Ship and Sword) is filled with trademark humor as the hero is more intoxicated then usual and has more senior officers who only get wet in Bath available to offend. The overall story line is fast-paced but overly cites (in detail) the protagonist's daring deeds that led to his knighthood. Still fans of the series will enjoy Lewrie's return home as Napoleon prepares for the French Invasion Year that the brass hopes they can torpedo with the hero as an expendable guinea pig.

    Harriet Klausner

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  • Posted February 16, 2013

    Alan Lewrie never fails to delight. He's an interesting, complex

    Alan Lewrie never fails to delight. He's an interesting, complex character ... hardly wooden and Lambdin gives us a vibrant man of his times. One of the good character development pieces in this one is his reaction to "infernal machines" ... he's truly a man of the 18th century, and novel ideas about how to blow people up mechanically appall his sense of honour. In today's world we might call Lewrie borderline bipolar ... he's very hard on himself, down about things he should be up about, and maniacal in his warrior ways. This one is a good addition to the series but hard to take on its own; you keep wishing for a little more naval action while realising that not everyone in the Royal Navy was at every great battle, and that the substance of the book is important to Lewrie's development as a character. One hopes the next installment will have a little more "whacking good adventure" though.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 15, 2013

    I fear Mr. Lambdin may be running out of literary sea room. I'v

    I fear Mr. Lambdin may be running out of literary sea room. I've been with Lewrie since he was a mid, and enjoyed his adventures through all but the last of the succeeding books--which were great fun. But I probably won't bother to read the newest one. Our hero has of late been getting bogged down in the minutia of charts and navigation--and too-often repeated culinary activities--instead of page-turning adventures-- which seem to serve as filler and substitutes for plot ideas. Lewrie has become a far less interesting guy than he once was. A by-product of aging, perhaps?

    I've enjoyed Mr. Lambdin's work--but he is a long way from becoming a second Patrick O'Brien, as his publisher suggests.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 3, 2012

    Not as good as the others

    I love the series, but I felt this book was the worst of them all. It should of been with #18 for a larger book. Greed to sell a book...

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  • Posted December 8, 2011

    stored for later reading

    sorry- havebn't started reading this ione yet either.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 9, 2011

    Excellent

    As with most books in this series Dewey Lambdin weaves a real story not formulaic cut and paste storytelling. Lewrie is as real and flawed as any man in the 21st century. He also has redemption at hand and almost succeeds or partially succeeds. Just like us. The perspective of 1790's to early 1800's and the nautical references including language dramatically heighten the reader's feel for the story and characterizations.

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