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My friend and distant relative Raleigh Trevelyan, who has died aged 91, was a writer and historian whose work drew on an encyclopedic knowledge of Trevelyan family history – a rich seam. His books included Sir Walter Raleigh (2004), a biography of his 16th-century ancestor, and The Golden Oriole (1987), which traced the history of the family in India during 200 years of colonial rule. Born on the Andaman Islands to Walter, a colonel in the British Indian army, and Olive (nee Frost), he later moved with his family to Pakistan, where his father was posted. He was sent to a boarding prep school in England at the age of eight and then went on to Winchester college. He served in the second world war, first in Algiers and then in Anzio, Italy, the latter experience becoming the basis for two books, The Fortress (1956), a war memoir, and Rome ’44: The Battle for the Eternal City (1981). After returning from the war he became an editor in a number of publishing firms and became known as a fast reader with an uncanny nose for literary merit. He is remembered by colleagues as erudite, dependable, and always impeccably dressed with a suit and tie. He started writing his own books in the early 70s. He was known for his quiet generosity, helping the National Trust at the former Trevelyan ancestral home at Wallington Hall, Northumberland. A Pre-Raphaelite Circle (1978) told the story of John Ruskin and Lady (Pauline) Trevelyan transforming Wallington into a centre for artistic expression. I always enjoyed his company in his elegantly furnished Mayfair sitting room. His partner Raúl Balín, a connoisseur of fine furniture and continental cuisine, complemented Raleigh’s unassuming quiet character until his death in 2004. There was more to Raleigh than his dry wit and literary erudition, and he could eventually be persuaded to recount harrowing tales from his travels in the Amazon or the Karakoram mountains. Raleigh’s yearning to revisit his childhood home at Gilgit, in Pakistan, took him back to the country in the last years of his life, following his father’s footsteps to the high polo meadows of Hunza, a trek considered too dangerous for him when he was there as a boy. Raleigh Trevelyan. Walter Raleigh Trevelyan FRSL (6 July 1923 – 23 October 2014) was a British author, editor, and publisher and a Fellow of the Royal Society of Literature. He resided in both Shepherd Market, London and Cornwall. His Spanish partner Raúl Balín died in 2004. [1] Contents. Childhood [ edit | edit source ] Raleigh Trevelyan was born in the Andaman Islands. India to Colonel Walter Raleigh Fetherstonhaugh Trevelyan, commander of the British Indian Army garrison at the penal settlement of Port Blair, and Olive Beatrice Frost Trevelyan. The family moved to Punjab, and then when he was six, the family trekked on horseback for three weeks to his father's new assignment in Gilgit, where Colonel Trevelyan was posted as military adviser to the Maharaja of Jammu and Kashmir. At the age of eight, like many children of the British Raj, Raleigh was packed off to a boarding prep school in England and rarely saw his parents after that. [1] [2] [3] [4] [5] Professional life and works [ edit | edit source ] After leaving Winchester College in 1942, Trevelyan served in the Second World War in the Rifle Brigade and was sent first to Algiers and then to Italy. On 23 May 1944, during the breakout from Anzio, the Green Howards battalion to which he was attached lost 230 men, some of whose deaths he blamed on himself. Towards the end of 1944, back with the Rifle Brigade, Trevelyan got a job in the British military mission in Rome, where he remained for two years, falling in love with central Italy. His participation in the bloody Battle of Anzio, in which he was wounded twice, was the subject of two memoirs. The Fortress: A Diary of Anzio and After (1957), was recognized for his painfully honest account of how a soldier responds to the terror of being under fire. Later, with the help of German and Italian friends, Trevelyan wrote Rome ’44: The Battle for the Eternal City (1981), which provided a vivid account of what it had been like for soldiers and civilians on the other side of the conflict. [1] [3] After the war Trevelyan worked briefly in merchant banking, then became an editor at William Collins, Sons and later at Jonathan Cape and Michael Joseph, editing both fiction and nonfiction while writing his own books. [6] Among Trevelyan's early popular books were several about Italy, including Princes Under the Volcano (1973), an account of the British role in Sicily in the 19th and 20th centuries; and The Shadow of Vesuvius (1976), about the discovery of the remains of Pompeii and Herculaneum in the 18th century. A 1978 book, A Pre-Raphaelite Circle , viewed the major painters of the early Victorian avant-garde movement of the title through the prism of correspondence he found in the papers of Pauline Trevelyan, a distant relation by marriage who was a confidante and patron of the art critic and artist John Ruskin. [3] The Golden Oriole (1987) combined a journal of Trevelyan's five journeys to the subcontinent with historical chronicle, genealogy, family photographs, memoirs and interviews, to trace his family's involvement across 200 years of British involvement in India. Notable were Sir William Macnaghten, the British Resident in Kabul whose beheading during the First Anglo-Afghan War prompted the 1842 retreat from Kabul and the Massacre of Elphinstone's Army and the ten Trevelyans who were among the hundreds of Britons massacred during the Siege of Cawnpore in the Indian Rebellion of 1857. Others ancestors discussed in the chronicle include Thomas Babington Macaulay who introduced English-medium education in India; Charles Trevelyan, reformer of the British Civil Service and later Governor of Madras and Indian Finance Minister; George Otto Trevelyan, the author of the classic, The Competition Wallah (1865); Humphrey Trevelyan, a British diplomat who became one of Jawaharlal Nehru's closest and most valued associates during the final preparations for Indian Independence; and, of course, his own parents. [3] [7] Trevelyan spent ten years retracing Walter Raleigh's footsteps for his best-known work, the acclaimed biography Sir Walter Raleigh (2002). The volume argued for the elevation of his distant ancestor and namesake to the upper reaches of the pantheon of British greats, based on Raleigh's achievements as an explorer, courtier, poet, American colonizer and early purveyor of tobacco to England and potatoes to Ireland. The book waded deep into the nuances of British, French and Spanish foreign policy to explain Raleigh's various acts of naval heroism and piracy; verified Raleigh's claims about silver and gold deposits in The Guianas (thought at the time to be wild fabrications); and brought Elizabethan court intrigues into focus to trace the events that led to Raleigh's years in the Tower of London and his beheading for treason in 1618. [1] [3] Raleigh Trevelyan, Chronicler of a Notable Family, Dies at 91. Raleigh Trevelyan traced his family across five centuries of British history, a rich delta of ancestor-achievers that included Sir Walter Raleigh, the 16th-century explorer; Thomas Babington Macaulay, an influential 19th-century politician; and a parade of historians, colonial governors, military men and martyrs of various rebellions across the empire. There were personal advantages to being so well connected, as Mr. Trevelyan, a memoirist, journalist and popular historian, often acknowledged in his writing. His career owed many debts to his connections, including the renowned historian (and cousin) George Macaulay Trevelyan, who encouraged him in his early work. But as a writer, Mr. Trevelyan (pronounced trev-ALE-ee-an), who died on Oct. 23 in London at 91, was best known for sharing the privileges of his inheritance with a vast reading public. He mined diaries and correspondence from his famous forebears, and he employed his own deep sympathies as an heir to their reputations in producing acclaimed British histories and biographies. His best-known work, “Sir Walter Raleigh” (2004), argued for the elevation of his ancestor to the upper reaches of the pantheon of British greats, along with contemporaries like William Shakespeare and Elizabeth I, based on his achievements as an explorer, courtier, poet, American colonizer and early purveyor of tobacco to England and potatoes to Ireland. “The Golden Oriole,” a 1987 work that was equal parts memoir, genealogy and historical chronicle, traced the author’s ancestors across 150 years of British rule in India, from the 10 relatives among the hundreds of Britons massacred at Cawnpore in the Indian Mutiny of 1857 to his own parents, a British Army officer and his wife, stationed in the early 20th century in the Andaman Islands in the Bay of Bengal, where Mr. Trevelyan was born and lived for his first eight years. Mr. Trevelyan’s critics sometimes accused him of being reverential toward figures like Walter Raleigh, a legendary plunderer who took part in massacres during the Irish rebellions, or sentimental in recalling the ponies and nursemaids of his childhood in India while glossing over brutalities perpetrated against the Indians next door. His many more admirers, however, celebrated Mr. Trevelyan for lending immediacy and comprehensibility to the times in which his ancestors lived. In “Sir Walter Raleigh,” he waded deep into the nuances of British, French and Spanish foreign policy to explain Raleigh’s various acts of naval heroism and piracy; verified his claims (largely dismissed at the time as wild fabrications) about silver and gold deposits in Guyana; and brought Elizabethan court intrigues into focus to trace the events that led to Raleigh’s years in the Tower of London and his execution in 1618. Reviewing “The Golden Oriole” in The New York Times Book Review in 1987, the historian Jan Morris applauded Mr. Trevelyan’s evocation of time and place, which she described as achieving a kind of “subsummation of past and present, now and then, through the sometimes alternating, sometimes fusing sensibilities of the author and his various imperial forebears.” In the book, Mr. Trevelyan said that achieving that effect sometimes made him feel as if he were “already dead, a kind of ghost, or anxious uvula- figure bobbing in the clouds.” Walter Raleigh Trevelyan was born in Port Blair, the largest town in the Andaman Islands, on July 6, 1923, to Walter Raleigh Fetherstonhaugh Trevelyan, a colonel in the British Indian Army, and Olive Beatrice Frost Trevelyan. He was sent to boarding school in England when he was 8 and, he wrote, rarely saw his parents in the years after. After graduating from Winchester College in 1942, he served in World War II in the Rifle Brigade and was sent first to Algiers and then to Anzio, in Italy. His participation in the bloody Allied campaign there, in which he was wounded twice, was the subject of two memoirs: “The Fortress: A Diary of Anzio and After” (1957) and “Rome ’44: The Battle for the Eternal City” (1982). After the war he worked briefly in banking, then became an editor and executive for a number of London publishing houses, editing both fiction and nonfiction while writing his own books. He wrote about a dozen in all, and edited or translated a dozen or so more. Among his early popular books were several about Italy, including “Princes Under the Volcano” (1973), an account of the British role in Sicily in the 19th and 20th centuries; and “The Shadow of Vesuvius” (1976), about the discovery of the remains of Pompeii and Herculaneum in the 18th century. A 1978 book, “A Pre-Raphaelite Circle,” viewed the major painters of the early Victorian avant-garde movement of the title through the prism of correspondence he found in the papers of Pauline Trevelyan, a distant relation by marriage who was a confidante and patron of the art critic and artist John Ruskin. Mr. Trevelyan’s death was confirmed by his agent, Bill Hamilton, through a spokesman, who said Mr. Trevelyan had never married. Information about survivors was not available. Mr. Trevelyan’s accounts of his forebears’ role in British history covered well-known historic episodes as well as obscure ones that were telling about imperial rule. He recounted, for example, a 400-mile journey across the south of India by Thomas Babington Macaulay, the historian and former secretary of war, traveling “on men’s shoulders.” The bearers kept up a chant, which Macaulay presumed to be “extemporaneous eulogies,” but which he later learned were something else. Roughly translated, Mr. Trevelyan wrote, the bearers sang, “There is a fat hog, a great fat hog/How heavy he is, hum-hum/Shake him, shake him well.” Trevelogue. Some writers have an unfair start in life. ‘When I was born, in July 1923, my mother was carried on a litter or “dandy” to the hospital by two murderers. My first ayah was a Burmese murderess called Mimi. Our servants were murderers.’ I do not recall Raleigh Trevelyan slipping this information into the lunchtime conversation when he was my publisher (a very helpful and tolerant one – interest duly declared). He was born in the Andaman Islands, the penal settlement run by the Raj off the coast of Burma, where his father, Walter Raleigh Trevelyan, was an Army captain. There may have been chain-gangs clanking away on the roads, and predatory savages on the neighbouring isles, but gracious living was not excluded: Government House had a ballroom the floor of which was polished by two murderers who held a third by the arms and legs and swung him up and down. The Golden Oriole is a book of travel conceived on a grand and complex scale. It describes five journeys to the Indian subcontinent, all undertaken in order to seek out the background of the writer’s childhood, his parents and his numerous forebears who served in India, either as civilians or soldiers. The least lucky of those kinsmen were the ten who were massacred at Cawnpore in the Mutiny. Numerous lesser trails, some sentimental, some literary, some downright whimsical, are traced out at leisure; and among them are those which lead to persons whose names were not to be mentioned in a child’s hearing and which therefore cry out for investigation. Other people’s obsessions with their roots can be the stuff of yawns, but this elaborately marshalled book – switching from present to past and back again – pulls in the reader resistlessly, as into a vast and many-splendoured souk. The narrative is alive with piquancies, sharp vignettes, comical exchanges, dollops of sense and sensibility, the whole spiced with delectable quotations. It draws not only on family documents, but on the writings of Macaulay, Emily Eden, Lady Canning, Bishop Heber, Kipling, Diana Cooper and Forster; and it comments, sometimes with disfavour, on films like Gandhi , The Far Pavilions and The Jewel in the Crown . If a book on this scale had been written by an American it would have carried acknowledgments to numerous funds and foundations for moneys received, but Raleigh Trevelyan appears to have been self-financing and to have mingled occasional privations with his pleasures (but drawing the line at the unalluring Hotel Decent in Peshawar). He suffered the predictable shocks and importunities of travel, like all those requests for copies of Playboy , along with prohibitions brought about by ‘the political situation’. It took him 14 months to obtain permission to visit his native isle. Though born in the Andamans, his boyhood was spent in Gilgit, a spectacular version of Shangri-La, cut off most of the year by snow, on the borders of Sinkiang, Afghanistan and the Soviet Union. The Gilgit Agency, another appendage of the Raj, was well located for playing the Great Game and one of the duties of Captain Walter Trevelyan was to interrogate refugees from the Soviets. It took 90 ponies to transport the family there, in 1929, over the 14,000-foot Burzil Pass; en route, the young nanny (who left the author her diaries and albums) suffered ‘Bursilitis’, a severe blistering caused by sun on frosted flesh, and her facial appearance made her look, in her own words, like ‘an Egyptian mummy in specs’. Gilgit was the sort of place destined to see aircraft before it saw motor-cars; the three Wapiti biplanes which came in over the Nanga Parbat range were to be accused of bringing flu with them. For a boy this wilderness was Paradise enow, yet English enough to sustain a pack of Wolf Cubs. How would it all look a lifetime later? The returning Wolf Cub met a dignitary whose proud visiting card said ‘Rajah Jan-Alam, Sherqulah Punial, Where Heaven and Earth Meet’. The old family bungalow in Gilgit was now occupied by a general but as he was absent there was no obstacle, other than two nervous guards, to prevent a quick snoop round. The same plants the Trevelyans had introduced still flourished in the garden and on the original rockery. Even the well- remembered golden oriole sang there still. On a mountain road the driver, high on hash, had to be restrained from discharging his catapult at a flock of hoopoes which his passengers admired; he had already been involved in a spirited exchange of stones with a madman. In these high places were evocative place-names: Swat, home of the mysterious Akond invoked in Lear’s poem; Malakand, where Churchill was a war correspondent; the pass where Alexander the Great met the naked Gymnosophists. The other journeys took in Kashmir, Srinagar, the Khyber, Agra, Calcutta, Lucknow, Madras. Among the grimmest visions were those called up at Cawnpore/Kanpur, notably at the Satichaura Ghat where the Europeans sank in their boats which blazed like haystacks, ladies up to their chins in water trying to dodge the hail of bullets. ‘I knew too much,’ admits the author, who had read George Otto Trevelyan’s Cawnpore . (‘What ensues,’ wrote George Otto at one point, ‘an Englishman would willingly tell in phrases not his own,’ and quoted instead the words of ‘a native spy’. Quelle délicatesse! ) After the Mutiny, sepoys were blown from guns, in the Moghul fashion: ‘Vultures became accustomed to these executions, and would hover overhead, skilfully catching lumps of flesh, as they flew into the air, “like bears taking buns at the zoo”.’ Some detours were made for intimate personal reasons, like that to the Galle Face Hotel in Sri Lanka, where the author, as his mother informed him, was conceived. I wasn’t quite sure what I was trying to conjure up for myself there. Music from the ballroom drifting out amongst the Chinese lanterns? Planters and their lady wives dancing the Charleston? . Perhaps I should have been musing on the creation of life itself. The hotel sounds romantic enough, with frangipani flowers laid on the pillows and a basket of fruit ‘For Master’. In Lucknow he and his companions were predictably drenched in coloured dyes in the Holi festivities, a religious version of a students’ rag. In Jaipur they saw a bride who had to be fed because her arms were too weighted with jewellery. In Madras a beggar girl outside the hotel mimicked the reproving voice of Sir Angus Wilson, a newly departed guest. In Ootacamund (‘Ooty’), where Macaulay began to write his ‘Lays of Ancient Rome’, an old hand began to spill the sort of not-so-plain tales from the hills which would have delighted Evelyn Waugh: there had been a one-legged sportsman who took a piano stool into the marshes on duck shoots, there was a bossy lady called Mrs Thatcher, and so forth. Srinagar offered ‘the real tomb of Jesus’, but made only half-hearted efforts to exploit it. In Rangoon an old man in a Charles Addams sort of house said ‘Ta awfully’ and ‘See you later, alligator.’ Out of deference to his old Wolf Cub leader at Gilgit, the traveller went to see the tomb of her kinswoman Rose Aylmer, subject of Landor’s much-anthologised poem beginning: ‘Ah, what avails the sceptred race . ’ She was a peer’s sister and, according to William Hickey, died from eating too much pineapple. Literary trails became spicily intertwined at Chhatarpur, whither E.M. Forster, Lowes Dickinson and R.C. Trevelyan, the poet (son of George Otto) had travelled in 1912, with the usual side-trip to Khajaraho to study erotic carvings. It was at Chhatarpur that, on Forster’s recommendation, J.R. Ackerley had entered the service of the decadent maharajah whom he mercilessly depicted in Hindoo Holiday , the name Chhatarpur being changed, by no means unrecognisably, to Chhokrapur. Chhatarpur was visited not only by the latest literary Trevelyan but by Francis King and Diana Petre, respectively literary executor and half-sister of Ackerley. Was this mass descent really a good idea? The whiff of scandal had subsided somewhat, but there was understandable apprehension as to how the visitors would be received. If Jeffery Farnol had been writing The Golden Oriole the heading to this chapter would have read: ‘Which Tells of a Rash and Perilous Pilgrimage, with some Ill-Assorted Adventurers bearing Propitiatory Gifts to a Palace of Ill Omen, and of a Great Danger Averted’. It has to be added that the scandalous maharajah’s son had his bride chosen for him by another Trevelyan, who happened to be the local Political Agent: Humphrey Trevelyan, later Sir Humphrey, later Lord. The reader will have gathered by now that this is no ordinary travelogue. Running through the book is an account of the family’s chief pride: Sir Charles Trevelyan, that high-minded administrator who married Macaulay’s sister Hannah and did his best to lay the foundations of Christian democracy in India. This formidable young man, early in his Indian career, had the Resident of Delhi removed for corruption, an audacity which caused a tremendous stir. The victim, Sir Edward Colebrooke, thought that the whippersnapper’s conduct was such as would disgrace a Nero, to which Charles responded: ‘God befriended me and supported my conscience.’ His conscience never stopped him writing indiscreet letters to the papers on official matters, with signatures like ‘Indophilus’ and ‘Philalethes’. ‘The exercise of power seems to suit me’ was one of his sayings, but he was often in trouble for his overzealous attempts to promote the public welfare as he saw it. Income tax, in his view, was a plague worse than war. He had to be removed from the governorship of Madras after a massive indiscretion, but as this book shows, his memory is still highly regarded in that city. This is the same Sir Charles Trevelyan who administered relief work in Ireland during the great potato famine in the 1840s and who, we are here persuaded, was unfairly made chief scapegoat by Cecil Woodham-Smith, in The Great Hunger . He is a dominating figure – it is easy to see why Trollope cast him as Sir Gregory Hardlines in The Three Clerks – and one is grateful whenever the course of the book’s meanderings gives another excuse to appraise his career. Perhaps it is time he had a biography to himself. It was his grandson, G.M. Trevelyan, the historian, who gave Raleigh Trevelyan the excellent advice to trace out the family links with India (his books, up to now, have tended to focus on the Mediterranean). He did not visit Amritsar, but he quotes from a family friend’s first-hand account of the events leading to the 1919 ‘massacre’ by General Dyer, which helps to alter the focus – to put it mildly – of the unsparing version of that event in the film Gandhi . Nor did he get round to visiting Quetta, where his parents had a narrow escape in the great earthquake of 1936 and worked mightily in the appalling aftermath. Their son wrote from school in England: ‘Dear Mummy and Daddy, I hear you had an earthquake. I am third this week. I have two tulips in my garden, and another in bud.’ This was often quoted back at him, but he makes amends with a suitable account of the ‘grand Apocalypse’, to round off the volume. It is a long book, and not to be rushed, told with refreshing modesty by one who is ready to feel pride in the family’s heritage of intellectual liberalism but finds it ‘a bit embarrassing’ to admit that those Walter Raleigh forenames in the family tree (he bears them too) are ‘a connection with the great Elizabethan’.