Having just finished the reading of your novel about the famous battle of POITIERS (which is of course, and as you know, one among several battles in this area), I want to write, unfortunately, the great displeasure I had to get through of it.
If I shall not criticize the writing and its achievement, which are undoubtedly extremely well minded, I didn't like the general sense of it and, even if I am alone to write it, I am convinced I must do it.
Why? My expectations were great (I missed to buy the book in PARIS and, finally, after weeks waiting, found it in BORDEAUX) and I read in it a whole charge (if I may say so...) against the french people and its history, in a pathetical moment.
Be sure I take no pride at all of my citizenship, and I am not the last to criticize them, but why all the French (except of course a traitor...) are all integrist, cruel, keen on wine and women?
On the other hand, the British who are alone, as everyone know, to possess the sense of humour, are always brave, pitiful, gallant, even heroic and, as a result, they are always and always winners...
You have, of course absolutely the right to have your own sense of history, but you do not insist very much about the betrayal of the french king, who battled fearless, and, generally, your descriptions are one-sized.
Shall I add, in order o regret it, that your battle scenes are quite sadistic?
For me, alone in your book, will stay your exact and clever evocation of Charles, the
dauphin, who revealed to be one our greatest king (even, at my opinion, one of the worst on an ethical point of view).
With my best regards,