‘THE IRON BRIDGE: A BOOK REVIEW’
Abington Friends School
Jenkintown, PA
NEH Summer Seminar 2000
Historical Interpretations of the Industrial Revolution in Britain
University of Massachusetts Dartmouth at the University of Nottingham
The Iron Bridge (Harcourt Brace 1998) is a mixture of a historical novel and a science
fiction novel, an uneasy combination that has been attempted before -- and which
in this case very nearly works.
The basic idea of this book is a theme as old as science fiction itself: the
Possibilities-- and the limitations --- of time travel, and whether time
travelers could ever tamper with History -- or should obey the ‘Star Wars’
‘prime directive’ to alter nothing. Morse has tried to combine these
two genres - historical writing and science fiction writing --by taking a
character, Maggie Foster, from the future (in this case from the year 2043
AD) and transferring her back through our own time to the past, specifically
the year 1779 AD, the opening of the Coalkbrookdale Iron Bridge. Her
mission is to stop the building of the Iron Bridge, the greatest symbol of
Britain’s Industrial Revolution. Why? The aim is no less than to divert the
whole global industrialization process into more humane, environmentally-
friendly channels, thus saving the World from its hideous environmental
catastrophe of a future, ‘the greatest extinction since the Cretaceous era’
(432). H’mm : seems to ascribe a lot of historical importance to a single iron
bridge.
It is therefore intended to be of immediate interest to science fiction
readers and to historians - but does it contain too much science fiction for
the historians and too much History for the science fiction readers ?
Morse certainly knows his History. He evokes a haunting, vibrant and
sinister Coalbrookdale at the height of its iron pioneering era in the late 18th
century . He peoples it with realistic portrayals of historical characters .
Abraham Darby III is sympathetically portrayed as meditative,
melancholy, and haunted : ‘....painfully earnest....and he was shy, which
struck Maggie as being at odds with the prominent role he would play in
building the bridge and with the fact that at the age of 23 he was in
charge of the World’s largest ironworks’ ‘. His rival John ‘Iron Mad’
Wilkinson is portrayed as bumptious, assertive, bullying and devious:
‘John Wilkinson had long ago decided there was more money to be got
from scheming than from iron making’ .
It becomes obvious very quickly that these are caricatures: we must
accept that Abraham Darby is our designated ‘good guy’ -- melancholic but
nobly motivated, working hard to live up to the good, decent Quaker creed.
Wilkinson, on the other hand, is just as clearly our designated bad guy. He
comes across as the traditional pantomime villain - one feels encouraged to
hiss whenever he appears. Like all great villains, he is bad
and revels in it. He hates the successful Quakers in a gloomy, brooding
Grendelian way. He tricks his father into bankruptcy. He juggles the
accounts to get rid of his partners once they have served their purpose of
financing him. He sells sub-standard cannon .He steals the ‘boring bar’
breakthrough from poor little Sniggy Oakes. He manipulates the Patent
Office. He betrays his co-conspirator Anthony Bacon. He believes ‘ War was
the natural condition of man. Easier to maintain than peace. Peace
required patience and craft : war required only jealousy and
vengeance....If he could not get an heir, he would get another fortune’’. (96)
He comes equipped, almost inevitably, with ‘a shrill demonic laugh’ (281) --
and Morse supplies him with suitable sexual proclivities, too. It is obvious
whom we are supposed to like (-- The Quakers are referred to by their
first names : Wilkinson is never ‘John’).
Ironically, Morse does better with his minor historical characters, whom
he uses to add background authenticity but whom he does not need to
develop beyond thumbnail sketch level. We see Matthew Boulton, for
example, who ‘wore an assurance that Wilkinson had never acquired - the
invisible, affable cloak of old wealth......a big hearty fellow like himself, but
better liked -- for reasons that escaped Wilkinson....and a gentle humour
that cushioned the quickness of his mind ‘‘.(137). Boulton’s young partner
James Watt is introduced to us as a shifty, impatient genius: when we are
first introduced to him it is through his ‘sardonic slash of a smile....He looked
a bit like a monkey, although said to be absolutely the most brilliant of the
young Scottish engineers now invading England ’ ‘(138). Josiah Wedgwood
is described as ‘a cherubic man precisely dressed in a blue-and-white
waistcoat. He resembled one of his own porcelain cups, his wooden leg
painted in the same blue-and-white scene. ’ (204). Dr Erasmus Darwin ‘was
a great bear of a fellow with rumpled clothing, an old scratch wig tied up in a
little bobtail and a pocked face nearly buried in his sloping shoulders’ (205).
Morse comes close to irritating the reader by including almost everyone
he can in a ‘who’s who’ of the period : Abraham Darby, John Wilkinson,
Richard Reynolds, Matthew Boulton, James Watt, Anthony Bacon of
Cyfarthfa, Dud Dudley, Thomas Newcomen, the Goldneys of Bristol,
Thomas Farnolls Prichard, John Woolman, the bankers David Barclay and
Sampson Lloyd, the Dutch iron master Verbruggens, Dr Priestley, Joseph
Smeaton, the other Quaker iron master families of Coalbrookdale (the
Thomases, the Roses and the Fords). One is somehow reminded of old
Hollywood films. Any film that is set in the Elizabethan era has to include a
scene in which someone asks: “Who is that little bald man in the corner
desperately scribbling away like that ?” Reply: “Oh just some country lad
who thinks he can write plays. Will,um, Will Shakespeare, I think his name
is.” The director just couldn’t leave Shakespeare out. This ‘honorable
mention’ temptation quickly becomes tedious to read, even if you know who
these people are - one soon finds oneself wondering who is coming next :
George III, Jane Austin, a young Napoleon Bonaparte perhaps ?
Yet as historical writing, this is better than average, and in places very
good. Ironically, it is not as original nor as enjoyable as science fiction yet it
is the future that Morse describes better than the past. There is little original
in it : there has been a Malthusian crisis, oil wars and ecological disaster. A
few survivalist settlements are holding on, but fading. Our central figure,
Maggie Foster, is a research worker in one of them, Ecosophia . Her
return to the past is unconvincing : ‘She let herself relax into the alpha state
necessary for subparticalization. Floating as an energy field was like drifting
in a fog : you had no reference points, no clues as to direction in time or
place. The only means of steering a course was to hold an image in your
mind -- tiny and indistinct at first, growing as you got closer. Seat-of-the-
pants navigation, Paul called it. Such was the state of time travel in 2043 : an
experimental process that combined quantum physics and stochastic
resonance, patched together with a little bootleg Jungian psychology’ (2). A
little of this sort of thing goes a long way. I’m afraid the writers of ‘Dr Who’
did a better job with his Tardis over 30 years ago.
Yet the survivalist landscape of the future, so reminiscent of Arnold
Schwarzenegger and Bruce Willis, has a haunting quality to it.
Here there is a risk of being cute, of teasing the reader about our time and
our future and I think Morse makes this mistake a couple of times : the first
comes as early as the second page. In referring to the bridge he says ‘’
Because its importance was clear from the very beginning, and because it
remained standing well into the 21st century, it offered an unbroken link
between the past and the present’ (2). There is deliberate ambiguity or at
least untidy writing here : Is it still standing in Maggie’s time, or if not then
what had happened to it ?
Yet Maggie’s home time is wonderfully evoked. There is a reference to
her father wearing an ‘I Support Our Troops In Texico’ T-shirt (31),
hypermutating retro-viruses (31), psychophysicists (57), bending energy
fractiles (58), corpo-democracies (61), photovoltaics (62), punishment
veeries and reward veeries (80), electronic child abuse (81), nomadic
motogangs and pleasure dome bunkers (308). The worsening
environmental crisis is described like this :
‘’To Maggie, those big puffy stratocumulus clouds piled high in the
northwestern sky signaled a high-pressure front moving in from the North
Atlantic. They were spectacular. From a satellite they would have appeared
as ragged crescents of white wandering across the British Isles - to judge
from archival satellite photos she had seen from the 1970s.( By 1990, the
view was not nearly as clear, needing computer enhancements : and by the
time Maggie was receiving her training in 2034, she had to compuhance
with false color just to distinguish land masses) ‘ (311).
The Quakers loom large in ‘The Bridge’. Morse is a Quaker, so am I --
and I’m left wondering how the 18th Century Friends are being perceived
by non-Quaker readers. How are we ‘going over’ to them -- as
sanctimonious hypocrites ? Abraham Darby the First borrows money from
his cousins even though he knows full well it is derived from piracy and the
slave trade. Abraham Darby II, when he gains control of his father’s
ironworks, continues to build canon for three years despite his pacifism
because the survival of the Dale Company Ironworks depends on it.
Abraham Darby III is similarly tempted . When he discusses with his
brother-in-law (also a Friend) the immorality of profiting from general
wartime conditions, asking him ‘And yet thou didst profit indirectly from the
war, didst thou not ?” he receives the reply : ‘Aye, yes. As did the whole
Gorge. And as thou wilt profit from this one. A rising tide carries all boats’.
‘Profit, yes ‘. Abraham nodded, thinking those were almost Wilkinson’s
words. ‘Still, as a Quaker I should prefer not to’.The declaration rang false.
He knew he would not forsake the profits -- not when the bridge was going
to strain his every resource’.
As a Quaker I would not recommend this book to anyone interested in
the Quakers merely for Morse’s portrayal of our ancestors. As a parent I
would not like my child to read it until well into the teenage years ; the sex is
not essential and is unnecessarily crude. As science fiction it is competent
but not up with the leaders : Morse is no Isaac Azimov, no Arthur C. Clarke,
no John Wyndham . As a History teacher I would not have it as a set book :
it’s too crowded, too cluttered -- and because of its fatal flaw.
And yet I enjoyed reading it and I’ve been thinking about it since - and
mentioning it to other people. And recommending it to them, too. And the
ones who have enjoyed it most have been Quakers.
But for me it was flawed from the beginning -- and this has robbed me of
a lot of its possible enjoyment. The idea that destroying a symbol such as
the Iron Bridge could have diverted History is silly, if not somewhat
preposterous. It is one of the most facile of the counter-factual propositions
I have heard recently, and there have been many. Many far more
interesting, valid ones. What if Columbus had died young? What if
Alexander he Great had been killed early ? What if Lee had won at
Gettysburg? What if the US Navy had lost at Midway? But these all
relate to people and their contributions. The Iron Bridge was not a decisive
person. It was a symbol of something that had already started:
industrialization was well underway by 1779 . It had already developed a
power that was reshaping the World, a momentum that even the French
Revolution could not stop. The Bridge may have impressed many people -
as it certainly did - but they were being impressed by present
accomplishments, not inspired to do better. As a bridge, it rendered itself
obsolete the moment it was completed. If this Bridge had never existed
there would have been another one soon enough. For all Morse’s vague
talk of a butterfly’s flight in China causing hurricanes thousands of miles
away, History just isn’t that simple. And it certainly isn’t that alterable.
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