I have just finished reading
Conspirators by Michael Andre Bernstein.
I really wanted to like this book, and the first pages made me hope it would an intelligent extended thriller in the style of the
Mask of Demitrios. But all too soon it degenerated into a bewilderingly complex and meandering narrative that ultimately told me nothing about central Europe on the eve of the First World War (the book is mainly set in 1913). Too many (far, far too many) characters, and none of them especially developed. Myriad viewpoints, so that I felt as if I was experiencing a literary equivalent of dizziness and double vision. And much too long. And (dare I say it) dreary.
However there were also interesting ideas and fine paragraphs.
"...longing for some great, all-transforming crisis, a moment of truth, whether for good or ill, that would smash through the suffocating trivia of their daily routines..."
"...confused versions of a single complaint: None of us has ever felt fully alive..."
"Mass action always develops after a deed of individual sacrifice, never the other way round."
"...even among those who have the least it is prestige, not just material improvement of their condition, that motivates people."
"...people all held, hived in the cells of their bodies and the blood that coursed through them, the stored-up traits of all their ancestors."
"...the kind of public humiliation that was nearly as dangerous to the government as revolutionary violence."
Anyway, reading this book is part of an assignment I have set myself to understand more fully the First World War through the anniversaries of the next six and half years, culminating in the centenary of the Versailles Conference (I might actually go to Versailles in 2019).
I hope to visit the graves of members of my family who died in the Great War - if they have graves, they might just be listed names on a collective memorial.
And I intend to call this six year study:
a deliberately triumphalist commemoration of the First World War.
Not because I am a bombastic militarist.
But because too many idealistic people died in that conflict to allow their sacrifice to be negated by the lefty miserablists who will tell us it was all for nothing (already the thinktank British Future is preparing to publish a paper on the centenary of the First World War on 18th August - and you can imagine what a lefty drear-fest that is going to be).
So here, if nowhere else, you will find genuine respect for the idea:
Dulce et decorum est pro patria mori.