Building the
Barricade
A few weeks ago I gave a talk on Barricades to a local book club, where I was asked about the birth
of the novel. What led me to write it? How did I go about the research?
Predictably, the initial inspiration came from Victor
Hugo’s novel Les Misérables. Some
years ago I had booked to see the musical production in London . Whilst waiting for the much
anticipated date to arrive, I read Hugo’s book. At that time I was still in the
police service; maybe that is why the character of Police Inspector Javert immediately
caught my interest. What had gone into the making of this man? So upright, yet
so flawed. So strong, yet so vulnerable.
Historical events are relatively easy to research, especially
from a period as well known as the French Revolution. But of course it isn’t
possible to actually experience those events or the time period in which they
happened (hiring Dr Who’s TARDIS was a little beyond my budget). But if I
couldn’t experience the events, I could still visit the prime locations. Most
of the descriptive scenes from Barricades were written on location, to try to
get a sense of time and place that can sometimes be lacking in historical
novels.
The Tour Royale near Toulon is still there, now a museum. So
of course is the Mediterranean . There is a sense of timelessness gazing out at the sea
and knowing how little it has changed since the time of Barricades. In Paris , looking along the Rue St Antoine
in the hush of dawn, I could imagine the mob surging down the street following
the storming of the Bastille. Looking into the cells in the Conciergerie, it
was not difficult to put myself in the place of the Aristocrats and
sympathisers, awaiting execution during the years of terror that followed the
French Revolution. Standing on the Notre Dame bridge at midnight and staring at the swirling
depths below, I could almost hear the final notes of Javert’s soliloquy ringing
in my ears.
It was easy to conjure up a sense of time and place, with Javert’s
ghost at my elbow.
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