Dux Bellorum remains one of my favourite sets of rules written by Dan Mersey. In a hobby overflowing with increasingly complex systems that often demand pages of special rules and constant reference to charts, Dux Bellorum takes the opposite approach. It is fast, enjoyable, and remarkably easy to learn, yet it still captures the uncertainty and feel of Dark Age warfare.
One of the game’s greatest strengths is its elegant design. The mechanics are simple enough that new players can grasp them after only a turn or two, allowing everyone to concentrate on making decisions rather than searching through the rulebook. Games move at a brisk pace, which means you can comfortably play several battles in an afternoon without feeling mentally exhausted. That speed never comes at the expense of tactical depth. Success depends on using your warband effectively, managing momentum, and recognising the right moment to commit your best troops.
The rules also encourage the sort of games I enjoy most. Battles are decisive, armies have real character, and no two encounters feel quite the same. Rather than becoming bogged down in accounting for every individual warrior, the focus remains on command, timing, and battlefield judgement. It is a system that rewards good generalship instead of rules mastery.
There are certainly more detailed Dark Age rules available, and players looking for a highly granular simulation may prefer those alternatives. For me, however, Dux Bellorum strikes an excellent balance between historical flavour and enjoyable gameplay. It is one of those rare rulesets that can be placed in front of experienced gamers and complete newcomers alike, with both groups finishing the game smiling and immediately asking for a rematch.
After many years and many different rules systems passing across my gaming table, Dux Bellorum continues to earn a place near the top of the pile. It is proof that a well-designed set of rules does not have to be complicated to be rewarding, and that sometimes the simplest ideas produce the most memorable battles.
Anyway on to the game between myself and Julian. The scenario was “End of Reign” which was about killing your opponents leader. Nothing else matters. In fact if your opponents army breaks but their leader survives it is a draw? Kill the leader as nothing else matters.
Julian had a contingent of Land Raiders (no not those 40k vehicles!) using 14mm Viking figures and I had a Romano British army using 15mm Late Romans. In the pic above my noble cavalry are making a bee-line for the Viking Leader in the front line, hoping to get some quick casualties on the unit.
Although the Viking Leader was allocated 6 leadership points in this scenario they could not be used for defence.
My leader does the brave thing of going on a flanking manoeuvre to stay out of trouble!
Crunch time for my nobles who had swapped 3 hits on themselves for four on the Viking Leader!
With my Noble Cavalry now gone and the Viking leader with only one strength point left I though I was in with a chance of Victory. Julian thought otherwise and very craftily moved his general out of the front line and towards his left flank away from my main attack.
I finally broke the Viking army but their leader survived albeit with only that 1 measly hit point. My heroic leader’s unit was totally intact despite destroying three enemy units that were bravely blocking my access to their leader.
A great game with the luck with me early gaining some very quick but extremely lucky hits on the Viking leader before the dice gods evened things up.
White’s Flight: An Australian Pilot’s Epic Escape from Turkish Prison Camp to Russia’s Revolution by Fred Brenchley (with Elizabeth Brenchley), it is an outstanding work of Australian military biography and deserves to be better known. It tells the remarkable true story of Captain (later Sir) Thomas Walter White, an Australian Flying Corps pilot shot down over Mesopotamia in 1915, captured by the Ottoman Empire, and eventually escaping through revolutionary Russia before returning to Australia.
Fred Brenchley approaches the story as a journalist rather than an academic historian, and that proves to be one of the book’s greatest strengths. The narrative is fast moving, accessible, and suspenseful without sacrificing historical accuracy. White’s escape is so extraordinary that it scarcely requires embellishment. Forced marches, imprisonment, disguises, clandestine travel across the Black Sea, encounters with revolutionaries, and the chaos of Russia in 1917 combine into one of the finest Australian escape stories of the First World War.
The greatest strength of the book is its pacing. Rather than becoming bogged down in military detail, it keeps the reader focused on White himself. His resilience, optimism, resourcefulness, and quiet determination emerge naturally from letters, diaries, and official records. White is presented neither as an untouchable hero nor as a victim, but as a capable officer who survives through intelligence, courage, and a measure of luck.
The authors also succeed in placing White’s experiences within the wider strategic context. The Mesopotamian campaign, Ottoman prison system, and Russian Revolution are explained sufficiently for readers unfamiliar with those events without interrupting the flow of the narrative. This balance between biography and history makes the book appealing to both general readers and military historians.
There are, however, some limitations. Readers seeking a detailed operational history of the Mesopotamian campaign or a scholarly analysis of prisoner-of-war administration may find the treatment relatively brief. The emphasis remains firmly on White’s personal journey rather than broader military questions. The book also adopts a popular historical style, so its interpretation is less analytical than many academic works.
From a wargaming perspective, White’s Flight is particularly valuable. It illustrates many aspects rarely covered in conventional campaign histories, including reconnaissance flying, prisoner transport, escape and evasion, irregular movement across hostile territory, and the importance of language, disguise, local contacts, and chance. Each stage of White’s escape could readily form the basis of an engaging scenario or campaign.
White’s Flight is one of the finest biographies of an Australian First World War serviceman. It combines meticulous research with an engaging narrative and brings deserved attention to one of Australia’s most remarkable wartime adventures. While it is not intended as an academic study of the Mesopotamian campaign, it succeeds brilliantly as both biography and adventure history and is highly recommended for readers interested in the Australian Flying Corps, First World War escape stories, and Australian military history. I really liked it
Military history has a habit of celebrating the men who fought while overlooking those who made it possible for them to fight in the first place. Ian Croft’s We Prepared the Way: Airfield Construction Squadrons RAAF – A Brief History with Memoirs attempts to correct that imbalance by telling the story of one of the Royal Australian Air Force’s least celebrated wartime organisations. Published in 2007, the book combines a concise operational history with the recollections of the men who built, repaired and maintained the airfields that underpinned Allied air operations across the Pacific.
The subject itself is an excellent one. Airfield Construction Squadrons rarely receive more than a passing mention in broader histories of the Pacific War, despite the fact that modern air warfare simply could not function without them. Fighters and bombers attract the glamour, but someone had to carve runways out of jungle, coral and swamp, often under appalling climatic conditions and occasionally within range of enemy attack. Croft ensures these men finally receive some well-deserved recognition.
The greatest strength of the book lies in its memoirs. Personal recollections transform what might otherwise have become a straightforward engineering history into a far more human story. The reader quickly gains an appreciation of the physical labour involved, the improvisation demanded by shortages of equipment, and the endless battle against mud, dust, tropical rain and disease. These accounts remind us that logistics is rarely glamorous, but it is often the deciding factor in military success.
Croft also deserves credit for assembling material that might otherwise have disappeared forever. Many veterans recorded their memories late in life, and preserving those voices is itself a valuable historical contribution. As with many unit histories, the book functions as both history and memorial, ensuring that the achievements of these squadrons are not forgotten.
Where the book is less successful is in its historical analysis. Readers seeking a detailed operational study will occasionally be disappointed. The narrative tends to describe events rather than examine them critically. Questions about how construction priorities influenced Allied strategy, how engineering resources were allocated, or how Australian units compared with their American counterparts receive relatively limited discussion. There is ample opportunity to explore these broader themes, but the book generally prefers commemoration over interpretation.
The structure reflects its origins as a veterans’ history rather than an academic monograph. Operational summaries are often brief before giving way to memoirs, photographs and personal anecdotes. For former members, their families and researchers interested specifically in Airfield Construction Squadrons, this is entirely appropriate. For the general military historian, however, the balance can sometimes feel uneven.
Documentation is another area where the book shows its limitations. Croft clearly draws upon official records and veterans’ memories, but the referencing is relatively light by modern academic standards. Readers wanting to pursue particular claims or verify operational details will occasionally find themselves wishing for fuller citations and a more extensive engagement with archival sources. That criticism should not diminish the value of the work, but it does define its intended audience.
One of the most interesting aspects of the book is the reminder that engineering was every bit as much a weapon as aircraft or artillery. Throughout the New Guinea and island campaigns, the speed with which an airstrip could be constructed often determined how rapidly Allied forces could project air power into newly captured territory. Every completed runway extended the reach of Allied fighters, shortened bomber missions, improved casualty evacuation and accelerated the movement of supplies. Croft illustrates this reality effectively, even if he does not always draw out its wider strategic implications.
From a writing perspective, the prose is clear, direct and accessible. Croft avoids unnecessary technical jargon, making the book suitable for readers with little engineering background. At times the narrative becomes somewhat descriptive, and the lack of deeper analysis occasionally leaves the reader wanting more, but readability is never sacrificed.
Ultimately, We Prepared the Way succeeds because it documents a neglected part of Australia’s wartime experience. It gives overdue recognition to men whose contribution has often been overshadowed by more dramatic combat narratives. While it falls short of being a comprehensive scholarly study of military engineering in the South West Pacific, it was never really intended to be one. Instead, it stands as an important unit history and a valuable collection of veteran testimony.
For readers interested in Australian military engineering, RAAF history or the logistical foundations of the Pacific War, it is well worth seeking out. Those looking for a deeply analytical campaign history may find themselves supplementing it with broader studies of Allied logistics and operations. Even so, Croft has performed an important service. He reminds us that before the fighters could take off, before the bombers could strike, and before victory could be secured, someone first had to prepare the way.
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Rating: 3.5 out of 5.
I would recommend it to readers interested in Australian military history, researchers studying the Pacific War, those with an interest in military engineering and logistics, and Veterans and descendants of the RAAF Airfield Construction Squadrons. However, readers seeking a heavily analytical academic history, those wanting detailed operational studies of individual Pacific campaigns, and 5eaders expecting extensive strategic analysis rather than personal memoir are likely to be disappointed.
Every now and then you come across a book that reminds you why first hand accounts remain essential reading. To the Last Ridge by W. H. Downing is one of those books. Published in 1920, only a short time after the First World War ended, it remains one of the finest Australian memoirs of the conflict. It is not famous because it tells dramatic stories of heroism, nor because it attempts to explain grand strategy. Its strength lies in something much simpler. Downing tells the reader what it felt like to serve as an infantryman on the Western Front, and he does so with remarkable honesty.
Downing served with the 57th Battalion and was awarded the Military Medal, yet he never writes as though he is the hero of the story. Instead, he places himself alongside the ordinary Australian soldier, sharing the endless routine of marching, digging, waiting, enduring shellfire, and trying to survive another day. The result is a memoir that feels genuine rather than self congratulatory.
Unlike many wartime memoirs that simply move from one battle to the next, To the Last Ridge is more reflective. The campaigns around Fleurbaix, Bullecourt, Menin Road, Villers Bretonneux, Péronne, and Mont St Quentin provide the framework, but the real subject is the experience of combat itself. Downing explores fear, exhaustion, leadership, comradeship, and the gradual acceptance that uncertainty was simply part of everyday life at the front.
What struck me most was the quality of the writing. Downing had a journalist’s eye for detail and knew when restraint was more powerful than dramatic language. He describes mud, shattered landscapes, relentless artillery, and physical exhaustion without trying to shock the reader. Because he avoids exaggeration, the reality of what he witnessed carries even greater weight. More than a century later the prose still feels fresh.
One of the book’s greatest strengths is its portrayal of mateship. Downing presents Australian soldiers as real people rather than idealised heroes. They complain, joke, grumble, and occasionally make poor decisions, but beneath the humour sits an extraordinary sense of responsibility to the men around them. Reading the memoir reinforces the idea that soldiers often fought less for abstract causes than for the comrades standing beside them.
For historians, the memoir offers something official histories rarely can. It captures the confusion of battle from ground level. Downing makes it clear that the ordinary infantryman rarely understood the wider operational picture. Orders arrived with little explanation, rumours spread quickly, plans changed unexpectedly, and the men concentrated on the immediate task in front of them. That perspective is invaluable because it reminds us how different war appears from the trench compared with the headquarters map.
Readers should remember that this is a memoir rather than a scholarly history. Downing writes from memory and from personal experience, so the emphasis naturally falls on what he saw and understood at the time. That is not a weakness. In many respects it is precisely what makes the book so valuable. It captures the contemporary perspective before later interpretations and national myths became firmly established.
As both a military historian and a wargamer, I found To the Last Ridge particularly rewarding. It contains countless observations about leadership under pressure, battlefield friction, morale, fatigue, terrain, and the countless small decisions that determined whether men survived. These are details that official reports often overlook but which are critical if we want to understand how battles were actually fought.
For anyone writing historical fiction, there is another lesson here. Downing demonstrates that powerful writing does not require melodrama. His quiet, measured style allows events to speak for themselves, making the emotional impact all the stronger. It is an approach many modern writers could profitably study.
More than one hundred years after its publication, To the Last Ridge still remains one of the finest Australian accounts of the First World War. It combines literary quality with historical value in a way that very few memoirs achieve. If your interest lies in military history, the Australian Imperial Force, or simply understanding what life on the Western Front was really like, this is a book that deserves a place on your shelf.
I would thoroughly recommend it to readers of Australian military history, First World War enthusiasts, historical fiction writers, and wargamers interested in understanding combat from the perspective of the ordinary infantryman rather than the commander.
Nigel Cawthorne has an undeniably impressive catalogue of military publications to his name. Over the years he has written on everything from famous commanders and elite military units to special forces, military technology, and the Second World War itself. Few popular military historians can match the sheer breadth of his output. I was therefore looking forward to this volume, although I came away feeling that the subject chosen was simply too large to be comfortably contained within a book of just over two hundred pages.
The ambition of the project is both its greatest strength and its greatest weakness. Cawthorne focuses exclusively on the Second World War, selecting a wide range of campaigns and battles from across the global conflict. Even with that narrower focus, the task remains enormous. The war stretched across six years and several continents, encompassing hundreds of major operations. Attempting to cover the most significant of these in a relatively short book inevitably means that every battle receives only a concise treatment.
The selection of battles is also likely to generate debate. Any book claiming to present the greatest battles of the Second World War becomes almost as well known for its omissions as for its inclusions. Every reader will have their own candidates that deserved a place but failed to make the final cut. Some will question the absence of particular campaigns, while others may disagree with the importance attached to those that were included. There is no definitive list of the “greatest” battles, so every author is forced to make difficult choices. Even so, the omissions are impossible to ignore and are almost certain to spark as much discussion as the chapters themselves.
That is not really a criticism of the author’s research so much as of the concept itself. The Second World War is simply too vast a subject to compress into a single volume of this size without sacrificing detail. Every campaign was shaped by geography, logistics, intelligence, command decisions, industrial capacity, morale, and often a fair amount of luck. Entire libraries have been written about battles such as Stalingrad, El Alamein, Midway, Normandy, and the Bulge. Reducing each to a handful of pages means the reader gains an understanding of what happened, but rarely enough space to appreciate why events unfolded as they did or how the commanders reached the decisions that determined the outcome.
Cawthorne writes in a clear and accessible style that keeps the narrative moving. He avoids unnecessary technical language and presents the major events in a way that is easy to follow. Readers who are relatively new to the Second World War will find this an approachable introduction, and the book provides a useful overview of many of the conflict’s defining engagements. It is the sort of volume that may well encourage readers to seek out more specialised studies on the battles that capture their interest.
For readers with a substantial military history library, however, the limitations quickly become apparent. There is little opportunity to examine the operational planning, intelligence failures, logistical problems, or tactical innovations that often made these battles significant. The narrative moves rapidly from one campaign to the next, leaving little room for discussion of competing historical interpretations or the wider strategic context. None of this is unexpected. It is simply the unavoidable consequence of trying to fit so much history into so few pages.
Personally, I would have preferred a different approach. Rather than covering such a large number of battles, I think the book would have been stronger had it examined fewer campaigns in greater depth. Doubling the space devoted to each battle would have allowed the personalities, planning, battlefield decisions, and consequences to emerge more clearly. As it stands, the book succeeds more as a survey than as an analytical history.
That does not diminish its value. It simply defines its audience. If you are looking for a readable introduction to some of the major battles of the Second World War, this book fulfils that role well. It provides a broad overview and serves as a useful starting point for further reading. If, on the other hand, you are seeking detailed campaign analysis or fresh historical interpretation, you will probably find yourself reaching for the more specialised works that occupy several shelves in most military history collections.
Overall, I enjoyed the book for what it is rather than what it could never realistically be. Nigel Cawthorne’s enthusiasm for the subject comes through clearly, and his experience as a popular military writer shows in the book’s readability. The problem is not the writing but the scale of the task. The Second World War is simply too immense to be adequately covered in just over two hundred pages, and that reality inevitably limits the depth that any author can achieve. Like many broad survey histories, it succeeds as an introduction, but it also leaves the reader thinking as much about the battles that were left out as those that made the final selection.
A solid and accessible introduction to the major battles of the Second World War, but one whose breadth inevitably comes at the expense of depth.
There are books that tell us how wars are fought, and there are books that ask whether those wars should be fought in the way they are. Jeremy Scahill’s Dirty Wars: The World Is a Battlefield firmly belongs in the second category. This is not a campaign history, nor is it a study of tactics or military organisation. Instead, it is an investigation into the increasingly secret world of modern counterterrorism, where special operations forces, intelligence agencies, drones, and targeted killings operate far from public scrutiny.
Scahill argues that following the attacks of September 2001, the United States steadily expanded its use of covert military force beyond recognised battlefields. Afghanistan and Iraq were only part of the story. Yemen, Somalia, Pakistan, and other countries became theatres of conflict without formal declarations of war. According to Scahill, this transformation created a situation where governments claimed the authority to strike individuals almost anywhere in the world, often with little public oversight or judicial review.
What separates Dirty Wars from many books on the War on Terror is the amount of fieldwork behind it. Scahill does not simply analyse policy papers or interview officials in Washington. He travels to villages where raids occurred, speaks with survivors and local witnesses, and attempts to reconstruct events that were often reported very differently by military authorities. His investigation into the raid at Gardez in Afghanistan is particularly effective because it demonstrates how difficult it can be to establish the truth once governments classify operations and control the initial flow of information. Whether every conclusion is accepted or not, the reporting itself is impressive.
For military historians, the book offers something rather different from the operational histories that usually fill our bookshelves. It is less concerned with how special operations are planned and executed than with what happens after the operation is over. How are targets selected? Who is held accountable when intelligence proves flawed? What happens when civilians are killed? These are questions that deserve serious consideration because they increasingly shape modern warfare every bit as much as weapons, doctrine, or battlefield tactics.
That said, readers should approach the book with an awareness of the author’s perspective. Scahill writes as an investigative journalist rather than as a detached historian, and his opposition to many aspects of American counterterrorism policy is evident throughout. At times the narrative can feel one sided, giving relatively little attention to the difficult strategic problems faced by governments attempting to disrupt terrorist networks that deliberately avoid conventional battlefields. There is certainly another side to the debate, and readers interested in a balanced understanding should seek out works representing differing viewpoints.
None of that diminishes the importance of what Scahill has produced. Good investigative journalism exists to ask uncomfortable questions, particularly where governments prefer silence. Dirty Wars does exactly that. It reminds us that secrecy, while sometimes operationally necessary, also limits democratic accountability. Historians have long understood that governments rarely reveal the full story during wartime, and Scahill’s work provides another example of how difficult it can be to separate official narratives from the realities experienced by those on the ground.
I found Dirty Wars both engaging and thought provoking. It is not the final word on modern counterterrorism, nor does it claim to be. Instead, it serves as an invitation to examine an aspect of twenty first century warfare that remains largely hidden from public view. Even readers who disagree with Scahill’s conclusions will likely finish the book with a better appreciation of how modern special operations have evolved and why transparency remains such an important issue in democratic societies.
If your interest lies in operational military history, this may not be your first choice. If, however, you want to understand the shadowy environment in which much of modern conflict now unfolds, Dirty Wars is well worth your time. Read it critically, compare it with other perspectives, and draw your own conclusions. That is, after all, what good history and good journalism encourage us to do.
Military history has an unfortunate habit of gravitating towards the battlefield. We know the names of generals, remember the famous battles and endlessly debate tactical decisions, yet the politicians and administrators who created the institutions that made those battles possible are often left in the background. John Connor’s Anzac and Empire is a welcome corrective to that tendency.
At its heart, this is a political biography of George Foster Pearce, Australia’s longest serving Minister for Defence. That description, however, undersells the book. Connor has really written a history of Australian defence policy during the formative years of Federation, using Pearce as the thread that ties together questions of military organisation, imperial strategy, political compromise and national identity.
For many readers, Pearce will be an unfamiliar figure. That says more about Australian historical memory than it does about Pearce’s importance. While generals became national heroes, the politicians who built the machinery of defence largely disappeared from public consciousness. Connor makes a convincing case that Pearce deserves to stand alongside the better known architects of modern Australia.
One of the book’s greatest achievements is demonstrating that Australia’s military success in 1914 did not begin with mobilisation. It began years earlier in cabinet rooms, parliamentary debates, defence legislation and budget negotiations. Armies do not simply appear because governments declare war. They require organisation, training, planning and political will. Connor never loses sight of that larger picture.
His treatment of compulsory military training and the expansion of Australian naval and military capability before the First World War is particularly strong. These chapters quietly dismantle the comforting myth that Australia somehow stumbled into military competence through national enthusiasm alone. Instead, Connor shows that success rested upon years of often tedious administrative work carried out by people whose names rarely appear in popular histories.
That emphasis is refreshing because Australian military publishing still tends to favour campaign narratives over institutional history. There is certainly nothing wrong with another book on Gallipoli or the Western Front, but without understanding how Australia created the force that fought those campaigns, those histories are incomplete. Connor fills an important gap.
The research is exactly what readers should expect from a historian of Connor’s calibre. Parliamentary records, cabinet papers, official correspondence and contemporary newspapers are woven together without overwhelming the narrative. The scholarship is thorough but rarely intrusive, allowing the story to flow naturally.
Where I think the book is at its strongest is in its refusal to reduce Pearce to either hero or villain. Modern readers often expect historical biographies to reach a moral verdict. Connor wisely resists that temptation. Pearce appears as a capable, pragmatic politician navigating an exceptionally complex political landscape rather than an infallible statesman or a convenient target for hindsight.
The discussion of the conscription crisis illustrates this well. Rather than judging decisions through twenty first century values, Connor explains the competing pressures facing both Pearce and the Labor movement. Whether readers agree with Pearce’s choices or not, they are given the context necessary to understand why those choices were made.
That said, the book is not entirely without weaknesses.
Connor is perhaps a little too sympathetic towards his subject. While Pearce’s administrative achievements are undeniable, there are occasions where a more sustained critique of his shortcomings would have strengthened the biography. Pearce was an accomplished minister, but like every long serving politician he also made mistakes, misjudged situations and became entangled in bureaucratic rivalries. These episodes are acknowledged but rarely explored with the same depth as his successes.
Similarly, the book occasionally assumes a degree of familiarity with early Commonwealth politics that not every reader will possess. Those already comfortable with Federation politics will have no difficulty following the various personalities and party manoeuvres. General readers may find some chapters heavy going as governments rise and fall, alliances shift and cabinet reshuffles become central to the narrative.
Readers looking for battlefield action should also understand what this book is and what it is not. Gallipoli, the Western Front and the operational history of the AIF remain largely in the background. Connor’s focus is policy rather than combat. Personally, I regard that as one of the book’s greatest strengths, but anyone expecting a campaign history will be disappointed.
The book also raises a broader question about Australian military historiography. We have produced shelves of books celebrating battlefield achievement, yet comparatively few examining the institutions that supported those achievements. Connor demonstrates just how much remains to be written about the machinery of government, procurement, logistics and defence administration. In many ways, Anzac and Empire points towards an area of Australian military history that deserves much greater scholarly attention.
For me, one of the enduring lessons of the book is that military effectiveness begins long before soldiers enter combat. It begins with legislation, budgets, organisation and political leadership. These are rarely glamorous subjects, but they determine whether armies succeed or fail once the shooting starts.
Anzac and Empire is an important contribution to Australian military history because it shifts attention away from the battlefield and onto the institutions that made Australia’s wartime achievements possible. It restores George Foster Pearce to his rightful place as one of the principal architects of Australia’s defence system and demonstrates that politics and military history cannot be separated.
It is not a perfect book. At times Connor’s admiration for Pearce edges close to advocacy, and readers unfamiliar with early Commonwealth politics may occasionally struggle with the level of political detail. Yet these are relatively minor criticisms in what is otherwise an outstanding work of scholarship.
For anyone interested in how Australia prepared for war rather than simply how Australians fought it, this is essential reading. More importantly, it serves as a reminder that military history is about far more than battles. It is about the decisions, institutions and personalities that shape armies long before the first shot is fired.
Not because the scholarship is lacking, but because I finished the book wanting Connor to be even more critical of Pearce and more willing to explore the limitations of both the man and the defence system he helped create. That, however, is perhaps the highest compliment one can pay a historian. The book leaves you wanting the conversation to continue.
One of the pleasures of researching the Australian Frontier Wars is discovering books that were never intended to be about conflict but nevertheless contain some of the best evidence for understanding it. Travellers in a Landscape: Visitors’ Impressions of the Darling Downs is one such work.
At first glance the book appears to be exactly what the title suggests: a collection of observations made by travellers passing through the Darling Downs during the nineteenth century. They describe the scenery, the towns, the stations, the roads and the people they encountered. Read simply as travel writing, it is an engaging account of one of Australia’s most important pastoral districts.
Read through the lens of frontier history, however, it becomes something much more valuable.
The earliest accounts capture the Darling Downs during the decades when European occupation was still being established. Rather than presenting the region as a settled agricultural landscape, the travellers reveal a frontier in transition. Stations were widely separated, roads were little more than tracks, communication was slow and much of the country remained under the control of Aboriginal people. The confidence that later generations associated with the Queensland pastoral industry had yet to develop.
This is where the book becomes particularly useful.
Many of the writers mention violence only in passing. A traveller notes that a station has recently been attacked. Another remarks that a district has become safer after the arrival of the Native Police. Someone else comments on the habit of carrying firearms while travelling or the construction of buildings that could be defended. None of these observations forms the centrepiece of the narrative, yet together they build a remarkably clear picture of life on a contested frontier.
Because these comments are incidental, they possess a credibility that historians often value highly. The authors were generally recording what they saw or what local residents regarded as ordinary conversation rather than attempting to justify government policy or write military history. Their casual references remind us that conflict was woven into everyday life across much of the Darling Downs during the expansion of pastoral settlement.
The book is equally valuable for what it records about Aboriginal people. Although every account reflects the assumptions and prejudices of nineteenth century colonial society, many preserve observations that would otherwise have been lost. Travellers describe camps, hunting parties, ceremonial gatherings and meetings with local communities. These descriptions are inevitably filtered through European eyes, but they remain contemporary evidence from a period when Aboriginal society was undergoing immense disruption.
One of the strengths of the collection is that it spans several decades. Readers can watch the landscape change as successive travellers revisit the district. Small stations become prosperous pastoral runs. Rough tracks become roads. Temporary huts give way to permanent homesteads. Townships emerge where only scattered buildings had stood before. At the same time, Aboriginal people appear less frequently in the narratives, reflecting the steady dispossession that accompanied colonial expansion.
For historians of the Frontier Wars, this progression is particularly revealing. The violence that marked the early years gradually disappears from the travellers’ immediate experience, not because conflict never occurred, but because the balance of power had shifted decisively in favour of the colonial authorities. The silence itself becomes part of the historical story.
Like every primary source, the book must be read critically. These are overwhelmingly European voices, shaped by the cultural assumptions of their time. Their descriptions cannot simply be accepted at face value and should always be compared with official records, archaeological evidence, Aboriginal oral histories and other contemporary accounts. Used in that way, however, they become exceptionally valuable evidence.
For anyone researching the Darling Downs, pastoral expansion or the Australian Frontier Wars, Travellers in a Landscape deserves a place on the shelf. It is not a military history and it does not set out to explain frontier conflict, yet it repeatedly illuminates both. Sometimes the most revealing evidence comes from people who never realised they were recording history at all.
Historical travel accounts are often overlooked because they seem descriptive rather than analytical. That would be a mistake here. This volume provides a series of contemporary snapshots of the Darling Downs at the very moment European settlement was transforming the region. For those interested in the realities of early pastoral occupation and the conflict that accompanied it, these travellers left behind far more than impressions of the scenery. They recorded, often without intending to, the lived experience of a frontier at war.
I would thoroughly recommend the book to Historians of colonial Queensland, researchers of the Australian Frontier Wars, local historians, genealogists and anyone interested in nineteenth-century travel writing as a historical source. I also think this is the sort of book that rewards a second reading. The first time through you notice the descriptions of the landscape. The second time you begin noticing the throwaway comments about armed travel, abandoned stations, Native Police patrols and Aboriginal resistance. Those brief observations are often where the richest historical evidence lies.
Until recently, I had never read any of H. P. Lovecraft’s work. I knew the name, naturally, and had a passing familiarity with Cthulhu, ancient cults, forbidden books and a variety of unpleasant creatures equipped with more tentacles than any respectable animal should require. Like many people, I knew Lovecraft largely through the things that had been built from his ideas rather than through the stories themselves.
Strangely enough, it was the Dracula’s America series of wargaming rules books that finally sent me back towards the original source material. Those books mix Gothic horror, supernatural creatures and nineteenth century adventure into a setting designed for the tabletop, and they reminded me how much modern gaming owes to older horror fiction. Lovecraft is not the direct source for everything found in Dracula’s America, of course, but the books encouraged me to investigate the writers whose monsters, cults and supernatural conspiracies have become such a familiar part of gaming.
I read the Kindl3 Unlimited version available on Amazon.
I therefore approached The Complete Works of H. P. Lovecraft as someone who knew the scenery but had never visited the original location. I recognised the ancient ruins, sinister villages, suspicious locals and unfortunate scholars, but I had not previously encountered them as Lovecraft first presented them.
Reading the complete works was both more interesting and more difficult than I expected.
Lovecraft is also one of those writers who seems to leave very little room for a middle position. There are readers who absolutely love his work and regard every swollen sentence as part of the atmosphere, while others find his writing almost unbearable. His prose, ideas and prejudices make him a deeply polarising figure, and after reading the complete collection I can understand both reactions. At his best, he is original, unsettling and enormously influential. At his worst, he is repetitive, overwritten and difficult to defend.
At his best, Lovecraft is capable of creating an atmosphere that remains genuinely disturbing. His horror does not usually depend upon a monster jumping from behind a curtain and eating somebody. It develops slowly, often through letters, journals, newspaper reports, local rumours and the discoveries of narrators who would have been much happier had they remained at home and taken up gardening.
H. P. Lovecraft
The characters gradually discover that humanity is neither important nor secure. The universe is ancient, enormous and entirely indifferent to whether people survive in it. The creatures are not necessarily evil in the conventional sense because they barely recognise humanity as something worth hating. People are simply in the way, much as insects might be in the way of a road being built.
This remains Lovecraft’s strongest idea. The horror comes from knowledge rather than violence. His characters discover something about the universe, history or their own ancestry and immediately wish they had not. Survival is rarely the same thing as victory. At best, the narrator escapes with enough sanity remaining to write a warning that nobody else will believe.
Stories such as The Call of Cthulhu, The Colour Out of Space, The Dunwich Horror, The Shadow Over Innsmouth and At the Mountains of Madness make it easy to understand why Lovecraft’s reputation has endured. They have memorable settings, powerful ideas and a steadily increasing sense that something is very wrong. The reader is given fragments of information and invited to assemble them, although the finished picture is rarely one that improves anybody’s day.
For anyone who does not feel the need to read every surviving piece, the stories most worth the effort are:
The Call of Cthulhu
The Colour Out of Space
The Shadow Over Innsmouth
The Dunwich Horror
At the Mountains of Madness
The Whisperer in Darkness
The Case of Charles Dexter Ward
The Shadow Out of Time
The Rats in the Walls
The Music of Erich Zann
That selection contains most of Lovecraft’s strongest ideas and enough ancient horror, suspicious ancestry and doomed scholarship to satisfy anyone without requiring them to read the entire collection.
Unfortunately, reading the complete works also makes Lovecraft’s weaknesses impossible to ignore.
Lovecraft was not consistently brilliant, and a complete collection naturally includes stories, fragments and experiments that would probably receive far less attention had they been written by somebody without his reputation. Some pieces are excellent, several are interesting, and others feel like preliminary attempts at ideas that were handled much better elsewhere.
The plots can also become repetitive. Another educated narrator discovers another ancient document before travelling to another isolated location where the locals are plainly behaving suspiciously. There are hidden tunnels, unpleasant family histories and warnings that are ignored because no character in horror fiction has ever benefited from listening to the person who tells them not to open the locked door.
After reading enough Lovecraft, it becomes advisable to avoid old houses, remote fishing villages, archaeological expeditions and relatives who refuse to discuss the family tree.
His prose can be equally exhausting. Lovecraft was clearly a man who distrusted the idea that one adjective might be sufficient. Buildings are not merely old. They are ancient, decaying, unnatural, oppressive and architecturally offensive to the entire structure of reality.
He also spends a great deal of time describing things as impossible to describe, usually immediately before describing them at considerable length. After several hundred pages, this begins to lose some of its impact. If everything is beyond human understanding, the reader might reasonably wonder how the narrator managed to fill three pages explaining its shape, colour, smell and probable ancestry.
This overwriting does sometimes work. In the strongest stories, the language contributes to a feverish and dreamlike atmosphere. The narrators sound like men struggling to explain something they barely understand, and the excessive descriptions help create a sense of panic and instability.
In the weaker stories, however, it feels as though Lovecraft is standing behind the reader repeatedly announcing that everything is extremely horrible in case the point has been missed.
There are also stories that can be safely avoided unless the reader is determined to see everything Lovecraft wrote. Among the least rewarding are:
The Street
The Horror at Red Hook
The Moon Bog
The Beast in the Cave
The Alchemist
The Tomb
The Transition of Juan Romero
The Very Old Folk
The Festival
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Some of these contain interesting ideas or flashes of atmosphere, but most are weakened by repetition, crude characterisation, excessive prose or attitudes that have aged very badly. They are more useful for watching Lovecraft develop as a writer than for providing much pleasure on their own.
There is also no sensible way to discuss Lovecraft without addressing his racism. It is not limited to one unfortunate passage that can be quietly stepped around. Fear of foreigners, immigration, racial mixing and supposed human degeneration appears repeatedly in his work. These attitudes sometimes form part of the basic structure of the horror rather than merely appearing in the background.
His cultists, outsiders and supposedly corrupted communities are often described through prejudices that were Lovecraft’s own. These passages are uncomfortable, and they should be. Literary influence does not require us to pretend that offensive material is harmless simply because the author has been dead for a long time.
Lovecraft was undoubtedly a product of his period, but he was also extreme even by the standards of that period. Recognising the importance of his work does not require excusing everything within it. A reader can admire the imagination behind the stories while remaining critical of the fears and prejudices that helped shape them.
In some respects, reading the complete collection is probably the worst possible introduction to Lovecraft. A carefully selected anthology would provide the strongest stories while avoiding much of the repetition and many of the weaker pieces. The complete works provide everything, including material that demonstrates why editors normally select.
On the other hand, the collection allows the reader to watch Lovecraft’s ideas develop. The recurring themes become clearer, as do the connections between ancient civilisations, forbidden knowledge, inherited corruption and humanity’s insignificance. It also shows that the modern version of the Cthulhu Mythos is often more organised than Lovecraft’s original fiction.
Games and later writers have turned the Mythos into something resembling a catalogue. Creatures are given names, categories, powers and relationships. In wargaming terms, they acquire movement rates, combat values and points costs.
Lovecraft’s own stories are far less tidy. His universe is vague, contradictory and only partly explained. This uncertainty is one of its strengths. The reader is never given a reliable field guide explaining which creature belongs to which faction and what weapon is required to defeat it.
This creates a problem when adapting Lovecraft to the tabletop. Games require rules, measurements and outcomes. A creature that is supposed to exist beyond human understanding must eventually be given a profile and placed on a table. Once an ancient cosmic horror has a points value and a clearly defined saving throw, some of the mystery has inevitably wandered away.
Even so, Lovecraft provides excellent material for gaming. Isolated towns, secret cults, archaeological expeditions, ruined cities, nervous academics and sailors who have seen too much all offer possibilities for scenarios. The most successful games would not necessarily involve defeating the monster. They might instead require players to discover what is happening, prevent a ritual, recover a document or escape before the entire expedition becomes a footnote in somebody else’s investigation.
This is where the influence of games such as Dracula’s America becomes particularly interesting. The rules translate Gothic and supernatural horror into something that can be played, fought over and resolved on the tabletop. Returning to Lovecraft demonstrates how difficult that process can be. The game requires answers, while the fiction works best when the reader is denied them.
Having completed the collection, I cannot claim to have become a devoted Lovecraft enthusiast. There is too much repetition, too much inflated prose and too much objectionable material for me to accept the whole body of work without criticism.
I can, however, understand why the best stories have survived. Lovecraft created images and ideas that have escaped their original setting and spread across fiction, film, roleplaying and wargaming. Most people now encounter his influence long before they encounter his writing.
That was certainly true in my case. The Dracula’s America books encouraged me to go back to the older horror traditions that helped shape modern supernatural gaming. Lovecraft was only part of that tradition, but he was an important part, and reading the original stories has made me look differently at the games that borrowed from them.
The complete works contain moments of genuine brilliance, stretches of frustrating repetition and enough adjectives to supply several ordinary writers for life. It is an uneven, difficult and frequently uncomfortable collection, but it is also the foundation for a remarkable amount of modern horror.
If you’ve been wondering why there haven’t been many book reviews appearing lately, the answer is quite simple. I have been far better at buying and reading books than I have been at actually writing about them. The “to be reviewed” pile has now reached the point where it is beginning to look less like a stack of books and more like a minor geological feature that has toppled over quite a few times already! If left much longer, I suspect it will require its own contour map.
So, over the next few weeks, the blog is going to have quite a few book reviews while I attempt to regain control of the situation. There will be military history, Australian history, frontier conflict, wargaming, memoirs, and probably a few books that have been sitting patiently on the review shelf wondering if I had forgotten they existed. I haven’t. I’ve simply been distracted by reading the next one before finishing the review of the previous one.
As always, these won’t be just star ratings or “I liked it” summaries. I’ll be looking at the quality of the research, the arguments the authors make, how well they support their conclusions, and, of course, whether the books are worth your time and money. With any luck I’ll reduce the backlog before I buy another armful of books… although history suggests that’s about as likely as leaving a bookshop empty handed.
As always thanks to ChatGPT for help with the image.
