The eagle

Yesterday evening I raised my glass to Rosemary Sutcliff. It was an odd moment. I was sitting on my own in the restaurant on the sixth floor of the Leela Kempinski Hotel in Gurgaon, overlooking what my driver had proudly told me earlier in the week is the largest road toll in Asia (Ay-zee-a, he pronounced it), sixteen lanes of winking red tail lights, sixteen lanes of unblinking white headlights; and she had made me cry.

Here, in one of the most conspicuously modern cities of 21st century India, I was reading about Roman Britain. The young invalided former centurion Marcus and his freed slave Esca had made it back across Hadrian’s Wall having rescued the talismanic bronze eagle, lost by Marcus’s father and his few remaining comrades of the Ninth Legion in their heroic last stand against the tribes of the north.
Perhaps I’m getting sentimental as I get older, but their exhausted, quietly triumphant return to Marcus’s gruff old uncle’s villa at Colchester, and an ecstatic welcome from Marcus’s tame wolf cub, brought tears to my eyes. But then again, perhaps it’s not age. Rosemary Sutcliff was an exceptional writer and The Eagle of the Ninth her best-loved book. I had read it as a child and adored it. Prompted by the release of the current film (which I’ve deliberately avoided, though now I might see it), I bought a new copy for this trip and was not disappointed.
Like her character Marcus, Sutcliff herself endured disability, though his was acquired in battle whereas she was an invalid from infancy. A progressive wasting disease confined her to a wheelchair for most of her life. Yet she managed to evoke with the utmost plausibility events she could never possibly have experienced, for example a wild and terrifying manhunt through the hills and bogs of central and southern Scotland; and more remarkably still, a lyrical vision of landscape and a natural world that she was most unlikely ever to have seen.
‘Well, that’s the writer’s job,’ one might say, ‘to imagine.’ And one would be right. It just happened that, imprisoned in a frail body, she was particularly good at it. She died, heaped with honours, at the age of 72 in 1992.
She would certainly have been an inspiration to the young Indians I’m here to help with their writing and presentation skills. To communicate properly with your customers you have to be able to imagine you are them, I’ve been exhorting them. Tell the customers what they need to know, not what you want them to hear. And they try, because they value self-advancement highly and are eager to learn anything that will help them. They’re admirable people, these young Indians. Their working environment is ferociously competitive – I don’t think anything in the UK even begins to resemble it – and the rewards for success are almost incalculable in their terms, yet in the training room at least they’re serious (though by no means solemn), dignified, even self-effacing.
But they’re shackled by the language of their industry and the American provenance of their organisation. In their language, one doesn’t send people to do things, one deploys resources. But if you think of people as resources, I point out to them, it’s not long before you start treating them as such. I’ve been coaching three of them during the second part of the week, and they’ve all pledged never to use the word again when they mean people. It’s a small step but it’s a start. I’m sure Rosemary Sutcliff, wise and humane, would have approved.

About Jamie Jauncey

Author, writer, blogger, facilitator, musician, co-founder of Dark Angels and The Stories We Tell
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5 Responses to The eagle

  1. John Simmons says:

    Rosemary Sutcliff was one of my favourite writers as an 11 year-old. But I've never read her since – this reminds me that I must. I hadn't realised she was disabled. The resources she had to deploy were formidable, mostly her imagination as you point out.

  2. Anonymous says:

    I'd be interested of your take on the film Jamie. I was wholly surprised (sometimes pleasantly, sometimes with disappointment) in its deviance from the novel. Not because the film deviated, it is necessary in some regards to translate for meaning over the literal, but it was where and how they chose to fit the story to the blockbuster mold. Interesting to say the least. S

  3. Neil says:

    Wise words, Jamie. Agree with you on "Resources". I've noticed recently that big-business managers keep wanting to "reach out" to me, or to their colleagues. As in "I need a writer on this project so thought I'd reach out to you." Or, "Dave in Miami knows about his, I'll reach out to him."Not only does this use three words to replace a perfectly good and short one – ask – but the image it creates is rather unpleasant; it feels like an invasion of my personal space to have you reaching all over me.The sad thing is that the people who use such words and phrases do so because they think it will sound impressive. The sadder thing is that to their peers it probably does.Keep fighting the fight!

  4. Ben Kane says:

    A fine tribute to Rosemary Sutcliff, and an interesting article. Thank you. I was pointed in this direction by the Rosemary Sutcliff tribute site, which is run by her relation, Anthony Lawton. Sutcliff was a great influence on me also, and I actually named my second novel in part homage to her.

  5. Ben Kane says:

    A fine tribute to Rosemary Sutcliff, and an interesting article. Thank you. I was pointed in your direction by the Sutcliff homage site, which is run by her relation, Anthony Lawton.Sutcliff had a big influence on me too. She's one of the reasons that I write about Rome, and I actually named my second novel in part homage to her.

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