I love a clever conceit in an historical novel. C.C. Humphreys delivered a dandy in his Jack Absolute series.
Humphreys is a Canadian stage actor and swordsman who turned to writing historical novels that range from a tale of Anne Boleyn’s executioner to a realistic if not sympathetic take on Vlad Tepes — Dracula. The stage background is key to the 18th Century adventure series.
Jack Absolute was a “real” character. OK, so he wasn’t real-real — but he was an actual character in a popular London stage play. Humphreys’ conceit is that Jack is a real fellow, a soldier by trade, who is not especially pleased to be turned into a dramatic character in a play by his friend Tom Sheridan. Following so far? I think it’s fun and clever, as is the whole tale.
The year is 1777. As the American Revolutionary War rages across the sea, London is swept off its feet by Jack Absolute, the dashing rogue in Richard Sheridan’s comedy The Rivals. When the real Jack Absolute, former captain of the 16th Light Dragoons, returns after years abroad he is immediately embroiled in an illegal duel over a backstage tryst at the Drury Lane theatre. Jack escapes with his life, only to find himself pressed again into the King’s service as a spy for the British in the Revolutionary War. With his Mohawk blood brother, Ate, at his side-and Loyalist beauty Louisa Reardon on his mind-Jack leaves England and sets sail for the wilds of North America.
It all makes for a fine Frontier Partisans escapade. The tone is interesting — lighthearted, but subtly delivering a punch. It’s very much in the picaresque tradition, and reminds me of Robert Moss’ Fire Along The Sky, set during Pontiac’s Rebellion in the 1760s. A character with a vivid voice, who thinks with his ever-rampant pecker, but generally ends up doing the right thing. I like characters like that…
Jack Absolute was followed by a prequel entitled The Blooding of Jack Absolute, which embroiled the young Jack in the French and Indian War and the campaign to take Quebec.
London: 1759: Jack Absolute is loved by the ladies and envied by his schoolmates. With a place secured at university and a baronetcy at hand, his future seems bright — if he can just stay out of trouble. But when Jack is caught red-handed with a powerful lord’s mistress, his good fortune is destroyed, forcing him to seek a new fate in the dangerous New World during the brutal French and Indian Wars. There, marooned amid hostile Indians and fierce colonial rivalries, the bawdy schoolboy disappears and a man emerges. Jack’s survival depends on winning the friendship and help of the natives, but those come at a high price.
Apparently Humphreys is — at long last — returning to the character, serving up a free short story at his website here.
The Jack Absolute novels are readily available on Kindle.
As I noted, Humphreys covers quite a broad swath of terrain in his stories. He’s got a new one hitting the streets in June that jumps into the 20th Century.
I like the sound of Chasing The Wind.
You should never fall in love with a flyer. You should only fall in love with flight.
That’s what Roxy Loewen always thought, until she falls for fellow pilot Jocco Zomack as they run guns into Ethiopia. Jocco may be a godless commie, but his father is a leading art dealer and he’s found the original of Bruegel’s famous painting, the Fall of Icarus. The trouble is, it’s in Spain, a country slipping fast into civil war. The money’s better than good — if Roxy can just get the painting to Berlin and back out again before Reichsmarshall Hermann Göring and his Nazi pals get their hands on it…
But this is 1936, and Hitler’s Olympics are in full swing. Not only that, but Göring has teamed up with Roxy’s greatest enemy: Sydney Munroe, an American billionaire responsible for the death of her beloved dad seven years before. When the Nazis steal the painting, Roxy and Jocco decide that they are just going to have to steal it back.
What happens when Icarus flies too close to the sun? Roxy is going to find out.From African skies to a cellar in Madrid, from the shadow cast by the swastika to the world above the clouds on the Hindenburg’s last voyage, in the end Roxy will have just two choices left – but only one bullet.
He had me at running guns into Ethiopia.




Paul McNamee says
Wish. List. Imploding! TBR pile collapsing to singularity!
JimC says
Happy to help…
Thom E says
Paul, I hear what you are saying. Not enough hours in the day or days in the year to read all we “need” to!
deuce says
Those Jack Absolute books sound great! I have no idea when I would work them in, though.
Damn you, Cornelius.
JimC says
They’re pretty quick reads.
Matthew says
The king of the clever conceit in historical novels I’d say is the Flashman series. Frasier had a stroke of genius to take the bully from Tom Brown’s School Days and put him in various historical events.
JimC says
True.
Breaker Morant says
Jack Absolute has shades of Flashman.
The Ethiopia one has shades of Wilbur Smith and Bartle Bull.
Both those are good things-have to check them out.
“Running guns into Ethiopia” reminds me of my Canadian brother-in-law who flew in Mozambique in the 1980’s. I asked him if he ever ran guns. He said-“Well, you never really ask what you are hauling.”
Also George MacDonald Fraser who thinks he ran guns into China after WW2 and (in one of my favorite phrases) blames his “Gormless youth and the fact that there were a lot of deuced odd characters floating around the Far East in 1945.”
JimC says
I thought Bartle Bull as well.
lane batot says
That sympathetic take on Vlad Tepis wasn’t made into a movie titled “Dracula Untold” was it? LOVE that movie! It has one of my most beloved classic, satisfying scenes, where the one Turkish captain smirked and said he had expected more resistance from Vlad(to his woe!)–a really feel-good Frontier Partisan moment! Available super-cheapo from the super cheapo movie bin at the Wal-Mart……and, by-the-by, I WAS a gun runner of sorts in Africa(well, sort of)–which I highly doubt I could get away with these days! But back in Neanderthal plane flying days(1983) when I had my splendiferous African adventure, I AMAZED the far more experienced travelers I was with by NEVER, not once, in many, many various boardings and plane switchings, both going to and coming from Africa, from all across Europe, down through the Middle East, and on into Africa(including, I’ll have you know, a plane switch in none other than the above mentioned Ethiopia!) –not once was I ever detained, or questioned seriously by any customs agent, or ever had my ragged-looking suitcase(my only luggage) searched–even when my traveling compatriots right beside me had theirs ripped apart and rudely scattered about! It came to be believed I had some kind of powerful mysterious Travel Medicine, and my companions began to take advantage of it to have me smuggle contraband of various sorts in my suitcase. Including at one point–yes, a SPEARGUN for fishing! It DID provide us with many a good meal later! Can you imagine getting caught with a frikkin’ speargun in yer luggage nowadays?
JimC says
Marilyn and Ceili have an immoderate love for that movie, too.
An outstanding opening scene for a crime novel, actually…