1) The Stolen Village: Baltimore and the Barbary Pirates, by Des Ekin
On 20 June 1631, pirates from Algiers descended on Baltimore in County Cork and kidnapped over a hundred of its inhabitants, most of the population, bringing them back to Africa and selling them into slavery. Ekin describes this as “the most devastating invasion ever carried out by the forces of the Islamist jihad on Britain or Ireland”, and while I regret that he asserts the jihadism of the pirates, who were clearly less interested in religion than, say, Sir Francis Drake or Oliver Cromwell, you can see what he means.
Yet in fact very little of this is quite as it seems. The leader of the pirates was a Dutch renegade whose sons settled in New Amsterdam (or as we now call it, New York), and whose descendants include, for instance, Caroline Kennedy. The kidnapped villagers were a small Calvinist colony in a hostile territory; Ekin makes a good case against a local Irish Catholic dignitary for having organised the pirates’ raid in the first place, and makes it quite comprehensible that when the opportunity of ransom came aroud fifteen years later, only two of the hundred-plus former villagers of Baltimore chose to go home. Algiers had a decent health service, running water in the houses and a decent climate; Baltimore is still lacking in some of these respects and certainly lacked all of them in the seventeenth century. (I was there when I was nine, but did not check the water or the health service; the weather, however, was poor.)
Ekin is a journalist rather than a historian, and (as
Even so, the story is a fascinating insight into the world of seventeenth-century maritime commerce linked by the Atlantic Ocean: New Amsterdam at one end, Don Quixote and Zoraida at the other. The fact that Algiers and New Amsterdam were such cosmopolitan places, with people moving pretty freely between them and Western Europe, makes it rather difficult to justify describing one city as “Islamic” or indeed the other as “Christian”. (And makes his choice of words to describe the raid even more regrettable.)
Anyway, fascinating stuff, which has got my 2009 reading off to a good start.
I remember enjoying ‘The Mutants’ in book form, but the original tv version was terribly disappointing when I saw it for the first time on its VHS release. I wonder whether it would have worked rather better at 4 episodes rather than the tedious 6.
I rewatched ‘Day of the Daleks’ for the first time in some years last week and was shocked to realise that – unless I blinked and missed something – The Doctor disintegrates an Ogron with a gun in episode 2 (I think). I’d never noticed that before! It’s also a story that highlights the, um, limits of Richard Franklyn’s acting. In the book his stealing of the food Jo gets for Benton is funny, if a bit mean, but in the original broadcast it Mike just comes across as a git…