I wonder how many military actions there have been in the last couple of hundred years that lasted about 30 minutes and cost around 400 lives (around 200 British and presumably about the same on the Russian side)? Several hundred, I'd guess, maybe more, but The Charge of the Light Brigade (actually it was more of a trot until the last few yards) still holds the attention of the British public, and as I bought this book I can hardly stand above that! In my defence it is the first "Charge" book I have read, but how does an author make so little action last for 364 pages? That's nearly twelve pages per minute of actual action!
The answer is, by dividing the book into four parts.
The first part is probably the best and that is a very colourful and fast-moving account of the origins of the war, the politics involved, the preparations, voyage and landfall in Turkey, then Russia. If this sounds dull (it would have done to me) then don't be put off. The author writes with confidence but with a light touch; the level of detail is enough to understand and the colourful yet loathsome characters of Lucan and Cardigan give plenty of colour.
The second part of the book, bizarrely, is the actual charge/trot itself, told by editing together the first-hand accounts of the survivors and told minute-by-minute. This is ok, but the survivors' accounts are very similar to each other and I was left feeling if I had read one of them and maybe two I wouldn't have had to read the rest. Unlike, say, Waterloo, every man involved was on the same part of the field and experienced very similar things. I was also left slightly puzzled to be only halfway through the book with the main event already over.
The third part is a description of life for the cavalry after the charge and again for a novice like myself this was very interesting - although quite distressing if you have any love for horses (or humans, I suppose).
The final part of the book is devoted to a series of `controversies'. The most interesting is who was to blame (read it for yourself - I disagreed). Other `controversies' include whether Florence Nightingale was a better nurse than Mary Seacole, who sounded the charge, and murder. In other words it feels a lot like either self-indulgence on the part of the author or space-filling.
The maps were generally clear and helpful. Set against this I was really irritated by the title "Hell Riders" and the persistence with which the term "hell" was used, not because I am prudish or think it is blasphemous, but because the casualty rate really doesn't justify it. The pictures were fairly interesting but I would have been very interested to see some modern pictures of the ground. (There are one or two on the Flickr website, but nobody seems to quite know where the charge took place and it certainly looks very shallow for a valley.)