Author Interview & Book Giveaway: David Gaughran on LIBERTY BOY

This week, we’re pleased to welcome author DAVID GAUGHRAN with his latest release,  LIBERTY BOY, set in Ireland.

One lucky visitor will get a digital copy of LIBERTY BOY – this giveaway is open internationally. Be sure to leave your email address in the comments of today's author interview for a chance to win. The winner will be contacted privately by email. Here's the blurb…

Dublin has been on a knife-edge since the failed rebellion in July, and Jimmy O'Flaherty suspects a newcomer to The Liberties - Kitty Doyle - is mixed up in it. She accuses him of spying for the English, and he thinks she's a reckless troublemaker.

All Jimmy wants is to earn enough coin to buy passage to America. But when the English turn his trading patch into a gallows, Jimmy finds himself drawn into the very conflict he's spent his whole life avoiding.

**Q&A with David Gaughran**

Can you tell us a little about Liberty Boy? It's a little different to your previous books.

Liberty Boy is set in Dublin after yet another failed rebellion: the 1803 Rising. The story stars Jimmy O'Flaherty – a market trader who is trying to keep his head down, stay out of trouble, and save enough money to escape Ireland. In fact, most of the action centers around one place, Thomas Street in Dublin. My previous historical novels had a whole cast of characters and/or covered lengthy time periods, attempting some kind of epic scale, but this time around I really wanted to narrow the focus. I think the book takes place over just three weeks.

And what was going on in the background at this time? Why that specific period?

I decided to set something in my home country for a change and I was drawn to the lesser-known 1803 Rising. Everyone in Ireland knows the name of the leader, Robert Emmet, and how he was executed afterwards at such a young age. But I’d never heard that lots more men were hung in the three weeks leading up to that, almost one every day in the same spot. I was immediately intrigued about that and started imagining what life on the street would have been like with this gallows being erected right there in the city, in the middle of a busy street, looming over everyone as they went about their daily business.

It was a show of force by the British administration ruling the country at the time, and it must have been very intimidating. Thousands had been in arrested in the aftermath of the rebellion and justice back then was a different beast: those charged with treason had a perfunctory trial lasting a few hours and were executed the very next day. People wouldn't have been sure who was going to be next, or how long it would continue.

You said the 1803 Rising is "lesser-known," why is that?

Losing didn’t help! More seriously, the 1803 Rising never had a good reputation when I was learning history in school. We lost in 1916 too, but that set in motion a series of events that led to Irish independence a few years later. There were many other failed uprisings before, but most are generally viewed as decent efforts which failed because of bad luck, or English treachery, or a simple lack of firepower - but no deficit when it came to bravery. 1803 is generally considered in less charitable light: its leader was naive, or foolhardy, or it was poorly planned and a shambles in the execution too, or that his men were ill-disciplined or ran away, and so on. I was also intrigued by this, not least when I found out that wasn’t the real story.

Is it difficult to challenge preconceived views of history?

Sometimes you can have great success with that – Wolf Hall being a classic example. But I don’t know if that’s the case here. I’m skeptical anyone has strong enough opinions about 1803 for me to have to work so hard to overcome them, and that’s not really the approach I take anyway. A lot of history is contentious, especially Irish history. However, that doesn’t necessarily have to make your job as a novelist harder. It might sound like a high-grade cop out, but I was wondering how to handle all these different interpretations of what happened – particularly when it took us nearly two hundred years to figure it out – when I realized I could just have the characters argue about it!

How is that not a cop out?

Maybe it is, but look it at another way: there would have been a range of opinions on what the rebels were doing. Not everyone was a nationalist seeking independence, and even out of those that were, some were arguing that it wasn’t the right time to revolt. On top of all that, there would have been jealousies and little fiefdoms amongst the rebels themselves and I’m sure a few of the older hands resented such a young, relatively inexperienced, leader.

And there was great confusion about what happened anyway, one which has never been fully resolved even with the benefit of history and hindsight. At the time, many of the ordinary people of Dublin wouldn’t have trusted the official news sources, and would have relied more on word-of-mouth, itself inherently susceptible to gossip and rumor and exaggeration, as well as various personal agendas. Which is why I wanted to have a main character who is generally distrustful, and, while he is no fan of the English, he is ambivalent about the rebels and, especially, how they go about achieving their aims.

But he also has personal reasons for that stance… which ends up being forcefully challenged.

Buy your copy of LIBERTY BOY Now!

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

David Gaughran is Irish and lives in Dublin, where it rains every day and conversation is a sport. He is the author of the historical adventures Liberty Boy, Mercenary, and A Storm Hits Valparaiso, as well as bunch of other stuff too. Visit DavidGaughran.com to find out more, and to sign up to his mailing list.

Learn more about David at:

His website: http://davidgaughran.com/

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/DavidGaughranWriter 

Twitter: https://twitter.com/DavidGaughran

Excerpt Thursday: LIBERTY BOY by David Gaughran

This week, we’re pleased to welcome author DAVID GAUGHRAN with his latest release,  LIBERTY BOY, set in Ireland.

Join us again on Sunday for an author interview, with more details about the story behind the story. One lucky visitor will get a digital copy of LIBERTY BOY – this giveaway is open internationally. Be sure to leave your email address in the comments of today's post or Sunday's author interview for a chance to win. The winner will be contacted privately by email. Here's the blurb…

Dublin has been on a knife-edge since the failed rebellion in July, and Jimmy O'Flaherty suspects a newcomer to The Liberties - Kitty Doyle - is mixed up in it. She accuses him of spying for the English, and he thinks she's a reckless troublemaker.

All Jimmy wants is to earn enough coin to buy passage to America. But when the English turn his trading patch into a gallows, Jimmy finds himself drawn into the very conflict he's spent his whole life avoiding.

**An excerpt from LIBERTY BOY**

“The poor people of Ireland are rising fast. You will shortly be as well off as the English who have meat and bread and ale, and so will you if you be quiet. But you will get nothing by rioting except starvation and the gallows.”—George Nugent Reynolds, Address to the Common People of Leitrim.

It was the kind of morning that made him wonder if God hated the Irish. Rain hoored down from the sky, helped on by a biting wind from the east, soaking those gathered in front of St. Catherine’s Church. The market traders would normally have been delighted to see such a crowd here on a Thursday morning, halfway down the long, wide stretch of Thomas Street. However, these people weren’t here to haggle or to barter but to howl and spit and rent the air with their screams.

They were here for a hanging.

Jimmy O’Flaherty stood apart from the throng, leaning against the exterior of McCann’s alehouse at the top of Dirty Lane, in full view of the spectacle that was about to unfold, gazing forlornly at the place where his stall should have been. The stage erected in its stead was bare, apart from the scaffold that loomed over an imposing wall of red-coated soldiers beneath. There must have been a hundred of them there, casting baleful glares at the assembled Dubliners from behind their guns and bayonets.

To Jimmy’s left, in the direction of his flat on the corner of Meath Street, a whole company of cavalrymen were ready to charge should there be a surge towards the scaffold when the prisoner arrived to meet his fate. Their faces were curiously blank. Jimmy decided they must be officers: men who relied on codes and regulations to trample common folk, rather than gauche personal animus. But the level of caution was no surprise; the Castle had much to contend with today.

The whole of Thomas Street had turned out and many more besides. Not just the United Irish crowd and their sympathizers either—Jimmy could see a vicar in amongst them, remonstrating with a mounted officer who had been liberally using a cudgel to beat clear a path for his charge. On the other side of the swarm was Paulie Grogan, a fellow trader who normally cursed the rebels to any who would listen, but he too was enraged by this very public execution.

It wasn’t that surprising, Jimmy supposed. In this part of Dublin, at least, Catholics and Protestants lived cheek-by-jowl. Dissenters too. It had been that way in The Liberties since the Huguenots arrived from France a hundred years before, fleeing persecution of their Calvinist ways. A few returned home after the Edict of Versailles, but most stayed. And those who did felt sympathy for their Catholic brothers as they suffered under the Penal Laws.

Wolf-whistles greeted a sergeant who climbed the stage, his lip curling slightly as he surveyed the scene, St. Catherine’s Church squatting behind him. He barked out an order, and his phalanx of men shifted left. A cabbage sailed through the air, landing just short of sergeant’s mud-spattered boots. Half a dozen soldiers pushed into the crowd, not caring who felt their bayonets, and hauled out a boy who couldn’t have been more than twelve or thirteen. Jimmy wondered how they’d spotted the diminutive cabbage-thrower in all that tumult, until he realized they likely didn’t care whether they had the right person. It was about keeping order. By any means necessary.

Weeks of reprisals and riots had followed the failed Rising at the end of July. It was clear that the Castle was hoping to flush out the rest of the traitors, turn Thomas Street on its head and turn neighbors into informants, but that only served to galvanize support for the cause. It was a lesson the English never learned, Da used to say. Rebels were far more popular after they swung at the end of a rope. Sure, Robert Emmet couldn’t get three hundred to turn up to his rebellion, and there were easily three thousand here this morning. There would be ten times that again by the time they finally got around to hanging the rebel leader himself, Jimmy figured.

He’d been apoplectic when he heard that the executions would take place here on Thomas Street. Business had only just begun returning to normal. Usually, hangings took place at Gallows Hill, near Kilmainham Gaol, beyond St. James’ Gate at the western edge of the city. The odd execution still took place up by Misery Hill at the Liffey-mouth, especially if it was a pirate—the corpse displayed for all docking vessels to see, vermin crawling over one another in a race to pick the bones clean. But Robert Emmet’s base had been here in The Liberties, and his doomed rebellion was launched from this very street. It was a brutal show of strength by the Crown, a reminder to the people who really ruled this city. And they would keep hanging until the jails were emptied of rebels.

Buy your copy of LIBERTY BOY Now!

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

David Gaughran is Irish and lives in Dublin, where it rains every day and conversation is a sport. He is the author of the historical adventures Liberty Boy, Mercenary, and A Storm Hits Valparaiso, as well as bunch of other stuff too. Visit DavidGaughran.com to find out more, and to sign up to his mailing list.

Learn more about David at:

His website: http://davidgaughran.com/

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/DavidGaughranWriter 

Twitter: https://twitter.com/DavidGaughran

Excerpt Thursday: LIBERTY BOY by David Gaughran

This week, we’re pleased to welcome author DAVID GAUGHRAN with his latest release,  LIBERTY BOY, set in Ireland.

Join us again on Sunday for an author interview, with more details about the story behind the story. One lucky visitor will get a digital copy of LIBERTY BOY – this giveaway is open internationally. Be sure to leave your email address in the comments of today's post or Sunday's author interview for a chance to win. The winner will be contacted privately by email. Here's the blurb…

Dublin has been on a knife-edge since the failed rebellion in July, and Jimmy O'Flaherty suspects a newcomer to The Liberties - Kitty Doyle - is mixed up in it. She accuses him of spying for the English, and he thinks she's a reckless troublemaker.

All Jimmy wants is to earn enough coin to buy passage to America. But when the English turn his trading patch into a gallows, Jimmy finds himself drawn into the very conflict he's spent his whole life avoiding.

**An excerpt from LIBERTY BOY**

“The poor people of Ireland are rising fast. You will shortly be as well off as the English who have meat and bread and ale, and so will you if you be quiet. But you will get nothing by rioting except starvation and the gallows.”—George Nugent Reynolds, Address to the Common People of Leitrim.

It was the kind of morning that made him wonder if God hated the Irish. Rain hoored down from the sky, helped on by a biting wind from the east, soaking those gathered in front of St. Catherine’s Church. The market traders would normally have been delighted to see such a crowd here on a Thursday morning, halfway down the long, wide stretch of Thomas Street. However, these people weren’t here to haggle or to barter but to howl and spit and rent the air with their screams.

They were here for a hanging.

Jimmy O’Flaherty stood apart from the throng, leaning against the exterior of McCann’s alehouse at the top of Dirty Lane, in full view of the spectacle that was about to unfold, gazing forlornly at the place where his stall should have been. The stage erected in its stead was bare, apart from the scaffold that loomed over an imposing wall of red-coated soldiers beneath. There must have been a hundred of them there, casting baleful glares at the assembled Dubliners from behind their guns and bayonets.

To Jimmy’s left, in the direction of his flat on the corner of Meath Street, a whole company of cavalrymen were ready to charge should there be a surge towards the scaffold when the prisoner arrived to meet his fate. Their faces were curiously blank. Jimmy decided they must be officers: men who relied on codes and regulations to trample common folk, rather than gauche personal animus. But the level of caution was no surprise; the Castle had much to contend with today.

The whole of Thomas Street had turned out and many more besides. Not just the United Irish crowd and their sympathizers either—Jimmy could see a vicar in amongst them, remonstrating with a mounted officer who had been liberally using a cudgel to beat clear a path for his charge. On the other side of the swarm was Paulie Grogan, a fellow trader who normally cursed the rebels to any who would listen, but he too was enraged by this very public execution.

It wasn’t that surprising, Jimmy supposed. In this part of Dublin, at least, Catholics and Protestants lived cheek-by-jowl. Dissenters too. It had been that way in The Liberties since the Huguenots arrived from France a hundred years before, fleeing persecution of their Calvinist ways. A few returned home after the Edict of Versailles, but most stayed. And those who did felt sympathy for their Catholic brothers as they suffered under the Penal Laws.

Wolf-whistles greeted a sergeant who climbed the stage, his lip curling slightly as he surveyed the scene, St. Catherine’s Church squatting behind him. He barked out an order, and his phalanx of men shifted left. A cabbage sailed through the air, landing just short of sergeant’s mud-spattered boots. Half a dozen soldiers pushed into the crowd, not caring who felt their bayonets, and hauled out a boy who couldn’t have been more than twelve or thirteen. Jimmy wondered how they’d spotted the diminutive cabbage-thrower in all that tumult, until he realized they likely didn’t care whether they had the right person. It was about keeping order. By any means necessary.

Weeks of reprisals and riots had followed the failed Rising at the end of July. It was clear that the Castle was hoping to flush out the rest of the traitors, turn Thomas Street on its head and turn neighbors into informants, but that only served to galvanize support for the cause. It was a lesson the English never learned, Da used to say. Rebels were far more popular after they swung at the end of a rope. Sure, Robert Emmet couldn’t get three hundred to turn up to his rebellion, and there were easily three thousand here this morning. There would be ten times that again by the time they finally got around to hanging the rebel leader himself, Jimmy figured.

He’d been apoplectic when he heard that the executions would take place here on Thomas Street. Business had only just begun returning to normal. Usually, hangings took place at Gallows Hill, near Kilmainham Gaol, beyond St. James’ Gate at the western edge of the city. The odd execution still took place up by Misery Hill at the Liffey-mouth, especially if it was a pirate—the corpse displayed for all docking vessels to see, vermin crawling over one another in a race to pick the bones clean. But Robert Emmet’s base had been here in The Liberties, and his doomed rebellion was launched from this very street. It was a brutal show of strength by the Crown, a reminder to the people who really ruled this city. And they would keep hanging until the jails were emptied of rebels.

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

David Gaughran is Irish and lives in Dublin, where it rains every day and conversation is a sport. He is the author of the historical adventures Liberty Boy, Mercenary, and A Storm Hits Valparaiso, as well as bunch of other stuff too. Visit DavidGaughran.com to find out more, and to sign up to his mailing list.

Learn more about David at:

His website: http://davidgaughran.com/

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/DavidGaughranWriter 

Twitter: https://twitter.com/DavidGaughran