DESPERATE VALOUR

In 1814, Maj. Alexander Charteris, British Adjutant of His Majesty’s 1st West India Regiment of Foot, leads a West Indian regiment of soldiers against the Americans in Washington, D.C. and watches with some satisfaction as the White House is engulfed in flames. Immediately after, Charteris is tasked with a clandestine mission of immense importance, he will travel to New Orleans, posing as a “gens de couleur libre” (“free people of color”) refugee to gather military intelligence and foment rebellion among the considerable Black population there. The British plan is to take New Orleans, permitting them to effectively block the westward expansion of the nation and hamper its growth into a rival empire. Charteris is perfect for the job—a Black man born in Grenada, he speaks fluent French, as does his aide on the mission, Sgt. Major Sori, who was also formerly enslaved. The task is a perilous one and has a personal dimension: Julien Fédon, the leader of a violent uprising in Grenada from 1795 to 1796—and the man who once enslaved Charteris—is living in New Orleans under an assumed name. Charteris’ contact in New Orleans is Jocasta Cameron, described as a “hard-edged businesswoman” and a “lascivious courtesan.” Further complicating matters, he begins to fall in love with her and discovers that she’s enslaved by Fédon.

Ashby’s command of the historical material is authoritative—he brings to life the politics and culture of the times and vividly portrays the 1815 Battle of New Orleans, one of the worst defeats the British military suffered in the 19th century. Charteris is a unique protagonist who knows what it’s like to be enslaved and the son of an aristocrat—his father was an English baronet, and Charteris was given an education befitting his pedigree. Experiencing extraordinary racism has left him both cynical and filled with an “omnipresent despair,” a complex psychological profile deftly drawn by the author: He is an “outcast, forever caught between two worlds because of the stigma of his mixed race.” Ashby’s writing can be overwrought and sentimental—he sometimes hits notes a touch formulaic and more than a touch melodramatic, as when Jocasta fears permitting herself to be emotionally vulnerable to any man, and she expresses her trepidation about her feelings for Charteris: “I can’t, cannot, fall for this man…When he leaves, as he will, it will just be one more ache to add to the shards of my heart that I have glued together like a shattered porcelain plate. No man can help me; I can only fend for myself if I am to rescue the one person deserving of my love.” Likewise, the author describes their lovemaking as “as much a melding of beleaguered hearts and minds as a rapturous connection of their bodies.” Fortunately, these stylistic missteps don’t keep the novel from being thoroughly enjoyable.