1) I just read your Breitbart interview (congratulations on your US citizenship -- what did you think of the civics test and the Oath? I've had something to do with both), and I wonder if you've read Russell Shorto's Island at the Center of the World? It is certainly true that America is a nation based on a creed, not unlike Alfred's ambition, albeit secular and thus very different. I suppose you could even argue Alfred and the Danes shared a particular, literally marginal set of values -- Britain is an island, of course, and the Danes, et al, came from coasts where all kinds of things (commerce, piracy, etc) flourished that weren't as important in big river heart land countries. But -- to this lifelong student of what becoming American means -- Shorto makes a good case that the essential American dynamic started in the business environment of New Amsterdam, particularly the fight between the Company and Adrien van der Donck. I'd recommend it.
2) But what I'm really curious about is your view of Marshall Ney and the legend (what else?) that he escaped to Charleston (where you live sometimes, no?) and eventually taught school in North Carolina.
I'm fascinated by the Denmark Vesey story (and may write about it, although I've never sold any fiction at all: feel no need to comment, it's a business I haven't mastered), and -- well, let's face it, even the remote possibility of some redhead with a notable accent on the scene at the time is kinda irresistable.
I saw you dismissed it (with visible reluctance) in your excellent Waterloo, so I know what you think of the tale as an historical question. I'm asking more what you think about it, as a story. One anecdote about the alleged Ney in NC has him striking a black kid who just happened to witness him being thrown, drunk, on a horse -- so it's not obvious where his sympathies might have been, if he HAD been in Charleston in the spring of 1822.
And yet....
Paul Donnelly
My chief memory of taking the citizenship test was being told ‘now we will test your command of the English language,’ she then added, ‘I have to tell you that if your native language is Tagalog you’re allowed an interpreter.’ I said ‘what?!?’ but received no answer. Amazing! Still, I passed! Thank you for the recommendation.
It’s a lovely story, a romantic tale. Wishful thinking. It isn’t true, alas!