So here it is : Captain Kidd's mission is to go chase
pirates--men who would rather die than surrender. He is to travel
in a lone ship
manned with a desperate crew, some of whom are former
pirates. His ship's articles do not allow him to punish his crew,
except by vote
of the entire crew. As a private man of war,
he will be deeply distrusted by the Royal Navy; as a commercial rival ,
he will be despised
by the English East India Tea Company. He
is a Scot lording it over an English and Dutch crew. Once he rounds
the Cape of Good Hope,
he will find no welcome ports of call, except pirate
ports. On the immense Indian Ocean of twenty-eight million square
miles, he must find
some of the five currently active European pirate
ships, many of them carrying relatives and friends of his crew. And
he has a one-year
time limit and some of the most powerful men in
the world waiting for him to return. It would be a fool's errand--except
for the treasure.
-The Pirate Hunter
It is not too much to say that men like William Kidd made me a reader,
and one suspects the same is true for many of my generation. In 5th
Grade an especially wise teacher exploited a glimmer of interest in
explorers and pirates to get me to read just about every book I could find
on the great European Age of Exploration and the attendant age of piracy.
From Columbus to Ponce de Leon to LaSalle to Drake, I read them all with
the promiscuity of the new enthusiast. Of course, one thing led to
another and soon novels like Swiss
Family Robinson and Treasure
Island and Robinson Crusoe
and the Hornblower books
were stacked up on bookshelves like planes at a busy airport, waiting their
turns to land and disgorge their contents. And then you had the movies...besides
versions of the books above you had Peter Pan, Mutiny on the
Bounty, Captain Blood, and, of course, Abbott
and Costello Meet Captain Kidd (1952) with Charles
Laughton, better remembered as Captain
Bligh, reprising his role from Captain
Kidd. Even Cap'n Crunch cereal fed a kids fantasies of taking
to the sea in a wooden ship and finding adventure there. Thus did
sailing men, even the rascals and dastards among them, like Captain Kidd,
light a fire in at least one young mind.
All of which makes it a particularly pleasant experience to read this entertaining and authoritative rehabilitation of Kidd by Richard Zacks. As Mr. Zacks shows in exhaustive, and perhaps a bit exhausting, detail, William Kidd was not really the scoundrel pirate of legend but a duly deputized privateer, sent out to capture pirates in exchange for a share of their loot. It was only through a series of unfortunate mishaps and the repeated intervention of a hitherto uncelebrated nemesis, Robert Culliford, that Kidd himself came to be accused of piracy and ended up dangling from the end of a rope. Mr. Zacks relates the sorrowful tale of Kidd's 1696 expedition, that set out from Manhattan aboard the Adventure Galley but ended on a London gallows in 1701.
Mr. Zacks is a zealous advocate for Kidd's innocence and his passion is contagious. But Kidd makes for a doomed and tragic hero, what with a mutinous crew, an unsturdy ship, feckless backers, and the bedeviling presence time and again of his rival, Culliford. Kidd's behavior, as presented here, is genuinely admirable, particularly his determination to clear his name after he'd been wrongly accused of piracy in the taking of two ships. Kidd essentially put his own neck in the noose by sailing back to New York to face the charges.
It was in New York that the legend that he'd hidden his treasure arose, and Mr. Zacks shows us why. In fact, this is just one of many myths and legends that Mr. Zacks lays to rest, but part of what makes the book so enchanting is that the truths he reveals are just as compelling as the fictions they replace. In particular, despite the enduring image of ruthless captains wielding iron discipline, it's interesting to discover just how democratic the pirate society really was. But no truth is more beguiling than the real life Captain Kidd who we're introduced to. If the book is a bit too long and too minute by minute, which I believe to be the case, it is nonetheless carried along by Kidd and by our desire, though we know it futile, to see justice done him and barring that, our almost equally strong desire to see Culliford and some of the others who wronged Kidd get their comeuppances. But few do and as for Kidd :
William Kidd, born in Dundee, married in New York,
hanged in London, was then hoisted in chains onto the oak gibbet at Tilbury.
For years
afterward, men and women aboard all ships going
to and coming from the trading metropolis of London could see him there
swaying in the
breezes, the Admiralty's stark warning to anyone
contemplating the merry life of piracy.
The poor benighted Captain would have to wait three hundred years for
Richard Zacks to come along and set the record straight, which with the
help of a painstakingly assembled historical record and a key piece of
evidence uncovered in 1911 in the dense thickets of the British bureaucracy
he does.
(Reviewed:29-Aug-02)
Grade: (A-)
