Written September
23, 1970; revised and corrected Saturday,
March 13, 1999 THE
PQ.17 LIBEL CASE A
look at the first round of the High Court
action, by DAVID IRVING, one of the
defendants HEN
MY ELDEST daughter
was old enough to speak, her favourite
question was, "Papa, what do you do all
day long?" And I would stop typing and
reply, "I am writing a book -- a book
about boats." That was in the summer of 1966, and I
had been working on that book five years
already. The first interviews of seamen
had been late in 1961. Now my Olivetti was
painfully extruding the second draft, as
the first, a year's work, had been killed
in a legal dispute. "Why do you write?" Less easy to explain. I do not suppose
any true author is principally interested
in money or repute. There is a less easily
defined, a rarer satisfaction. Few hours
have lingered longer in my memory than
when I persuaded the kindly old
radiochemist Otto Hahn to narrate
to me in Göttingen just how he
discovered atomic fission in 1938; or when
Duncan Sandys described his bitter
clash with Lord Cherwell in 1943
over the V-weapons; or when I stumbled
across the Gibraltar governor's own record
of the night Sikorski was killed,
while leafing through a pile of Scottish
manuscripts. How to explain that to a
child of three? "We need the money," I replied. By late 1966 the book about boats was
finished. I called it
The Knight's
Move: it was eventually
published under the title
The Destruction
of Convoy PQ. 17. I believed it
was the best history I had ever
written. More properly, it was a book about
people. Some were to become famous in
their own lifetime, or were famous
already. There was Douglas
Fairbanks Jr., then a lieutenant in an
American cruiser; Godfrey Winn, a
well-known Express journalist and
passenger; his brother, Rodger, now
[1970] a Lord Justice of Appeal,
and Commander (later Vice Admiral Sir
Norman) Denning, both Intelligence
officers In the Admiralty. There was
Lieutenant Leo Gradwell, trawler
skipper and later an illustrious London
magistrate. And there were ten thousand
others in the Allied and German warships
and merchantmen meeting in the icy Arctic
waters in July 1942. I had their diaries, their photographs,
their letters, papers, and memoirs; I had
thousands of pages of notes, photocopies
of ship's papers and official documents.
The research had got out of hand -- it had
taken me all over Germany several times,
it took me to the naval archives in
Washington. Ironically, by late 1966 I
knew that the book would never make me
money, short of a miracle. I kept up with
it because of my personal involvement with
the story I was telling: having met the
Merchant Navy captains, like the one now
living for example with no pension and
destitute in Liverpool, it became a grim
duty for me to continue and to see the
book through to public readership. Even
now I cannot read my own manuscript
without emotion -- a rare sensation for an
author (on 19 September 1966, I find I
wrote in my diary: "Worked during the rest
of the day typing PQ.17 final manuscript,
pages 366-389, the Hartlebury story. My
blood still runs cold when I read this
tragedy, familiar though it is to
me.") This convoy saw the first DSO's ever
awarded to Merchant Navy officers. In my
Author's Introduction I wrote an apology
for the method I had chosen to portray
this heroism: "Lest this book be
misunderstood, its readers should know
before they enter into the narrative
proper that the guiding light in
deciding which incidents in this canvas
of tragedy to dwell upon, and which to
suppress, has been a conviction that
gallantry is best portrayed in its real
setting; the ships should be shown to
be crewed by normal men with normal
fears and feelings. Too often one has
read histories of individual acts of
heroism, and one's appreciation has
been dulled by the picture's lack of
relationship to normal human
character." And, referring to the
merchant vessels, I added "So
The Knight's
Move is primarily a book peopled
with ordinary people: we see how men
reacted when confronted with a grim
situation which meant certain disaster and
probably death. But against this sombre
background we shall find that the
individual jewels of gallantry sparkle
most, emerging unexpectedly to dazzle us
by their own unaccustomed
shine."[1] This was one of the passages I first
read out to my publishers in London,
William Kimber Ltd., in their Belgravia
offices (long since vanished under a new
hotel). Francis de Salis, the
director to whom I owe much of my earlier
success, was not enthusiastic about the
subject. In his Joyce-Grenfell voice he
said ominously, "You know the market for
these war stories is failing." I insisted
that this was a book with a difference, as
all men were shown to be cowards, from
which the real heroes then emerged.
(I should have written a more complete
diary entry on the conversation, for this
was one of the passages to which a High
Court judge later particularly
referred.) Kimber's accepted the
manuscript nonetheless, and began editing
it. But de Salis's attitude was a warning
to me, and since I was uncomfortable about
a royalty dispute with them[2]
-- for which my own unbusinesslike
dealings with them were largely to blame
-- I wrote soon after to a rival
publishing firm, Cassell and Company, and
took a second copy of the current
manuscript to them.[3]
They were the most eminent firm I could
think of, since they had published
Winston Churchill's The
Second World War.
Besides, Cassell's were a very
large company, and thus better suited to
handle a major war study like The Knight's
Move. Cassell's director Bryan Gentry
telephoned me early one morning, five days
later: "I think you've written a very
wonderful book," he exclaimed. Cassell's
intended to make it their main Spring
publication of 1968. I promised that as
soon as Kimber's option period expired I
would sign the book up with the
rivals.[4] There were already legal problems, and
I warned Cassell's of them in a letter: A
German author had had the impudence to
declare that the book was his (he
abandoned his claim after it had cost me
£500 in legal fees to fight him off).
There were, furthermore, parts of the book
which might cause offence to surviving
British officers. The Royal Navy escorts
had been withdrawn from the 1942 convoy
before the massacre began, in consequence
of orders from London. In particular
Captain "Jackie" Broome, RN, the famous
senior officer of the twenty-strong close
escort of destroyers, minesweepers,
corvettes and trawlers in this his first
(and last) convoy to North Russia, was
disaffected.[5] Re-reading the first
draft, seen by Francis de Salis and a
number of naval officers at the revision
stage, I admit it is not hard to see why.
A number of passages at that time
reflected critical opinions expressed to
me by the late Leo Gradwell and other
naval escort officers about Broome, their
Senior Officer.[6,7,8]
Some of his orders were difficult for me,
a layman (but equally so for the late
Rear-Admiral Hamilton, the Cruiser
Squadron commander) to justify or
explain.[9]
But while everybody else, from
Vice-Admiral downward, had co-operated in
reconstructing the story magnificently,
Captain Broome himself had proven
difficult to get through to. He lived in an expensive
Chelsea cottage. Years earlier, when I had
begun the writing, he had written to me
and invited me to leave him out of my
research and interviews altogether and
although that would clearly be impossible
I postponed interviewing him for a year,
until March 1963, when I had completed all
the ground research.[10] A suitable entrée
occurred to me. The gunnery observer in
one of Broome's destroyers had referred to
an incident during the convoy, from
memory: "The destroyer Keppel picked up
several German airmen, who were afterwards
interned in the United Kingdom. They can
be traced through Keppel's commander,
Broome, perhaps; otherwise through German
P.o.W. authorities."[11]
The reason I quote my contemporary note of
the conversation (which I put on microfilm
two years before the trial) will become
obvious.[12]
Subsequently I wrote to Broome to ask if
we might use one of his famous drawings as
an illustration; I mentioned a fee and he
wrote back to ask for twenty
guineas.[13]
I wrote to a colleague, "This letter of
his is decidedly more friendly than our
past correspondence and I shall need his
help shortly. Buying the illustration
might be the key to the door. If there is
no objection to this I will pay Broome a
visit shortly -- he lives in Chelsea and
inspect the picture he
holds."[14] My interest in tracing the German
prisoners was obvious. Broome himself
opened the door, wearing a silk housecoat
and with a drink in one hand. With the
squashed features of Louis de Funes, iron
grey hair and a cheery laugh he seemed
affable enough and I liked him. He asked
me in. I must have asked him
about the airmen, in the course of the
half hour. But I recognised at once that
the Captain's memory was uncertain, and he
said he had kept no notes. I privately
concluded that his best contribution would
be to review the controversial issues as
they arose in my drafting. In my diary I
mentioned that Broome had shown me the
famous sketches, but apart from that there
was nothing else.[15]
HAT
WAS the last time I saw him for three
years. I worked on the first and second
drafts of The
Knight's Move. When technical
questions about the conduct of the Royal
Navy escorts arose, I put them to Captain
Broome by letter, I would claim
courteously at first, but diminishingly
patient. ("It has broken my heart," I
wrote on one occasion, "trying to get a
straight answer") as the answers became
ruder and more evasive. Once he opened a
letter with the remark, "Really, you
amateur tacticians/historians frighten
me!" Then he wrote some months later,
"Didn't your Father ever tell you that
captains' conferences at sea went out with
sailing ships?" (My late father, a
Lieutenant-Commander R.N., had been
torpedoed in an earlier PQ convoy to North
Russia.)[16] William Kimber, who had been
financially severely affected by an
unsuccessful libel action brought by the
Auschwitz doctor Dering -- Dering had died
before he could pay the trial costs --
recognised in Captain Broome the archetype
of the publisher's nightmare. At one
stage, as Broome's minatory letters began
to arrive, Kimber offered to lend me
£2,000 if I would shelve the book
altogether -- the product now of five
year's work.[17]
At another stage, he telephoned me in a
panic and recommended rewriting the whole
book with no reference to Captain Broome
at all! I said that would be like writing
the Battle of Trafalgar without Nelson.
"Broome's no Nelson", Kimber rejoined.
"This man's got two arms, hasn't he! Two
eyes!"[18]
This did not seem to me the best way of
writing history. The problem of doing
justice to Captain Broome in the book
remained -- as much in his interest as in
mine. I proposed to him that I send him
the entire manuscript of "The Knight's
Move" to read and offer comment on, as the
obvious safeguard to both his and the
Navy's reputation. He wrote back, "Thank
you -- I'd like to see your
manuscript."[19]
I took it round to him on 6 November 1966
(three days after I had privately
approached Cassell's to publish it).
Afterwards I wrote in my diary, "Left copy
of The Knight's Move with him. He said he
had a few papers with him. I said my
account was at present negative towards
him, but I would welcome material from him
which might redress the balance. Also, I
was willing to express his side of any
arguments." I enclosed a list of about
thirty pages I considered he should read
in particular. By chance Francis de Salis, Kimber's
director, was a dinner guest with us when
Broome telephoned next evening. He refused
to comment on the manuscript ("a fairy
story, a highly fictional account", he
termed it) or to identify its mistakes. If
we published it he would sue for libel. He
had neither the obligation nor the
inclination to assist.[20] As I put the receiver down, de Salis
commented. "He has been very fly. You're
dealing with a very slippery fellow! He
knows that if he comments now, he can't
get damages later."[21]
This facet of our legal system was unknown
to me. I asked myself: Is it really worth
waiting years for a possible cheque for
damages, if thousands of copies of a book
are meantime sold? Even if sales are then
stopped by the legal action, the book
remains permanently available in thousands
of public libraries. And suppose he
detects defamatory errors about other
officers, besides himself? They certainly
would not benefit from any award of
damages to him. There remained one
course of action. So far the Admiralty
had, quite properly, refused to let me
consult Broome's 1942 official report. I
now wrote to them appealing again for
privileged access to that document. "If it
is possible to interpret the events of
July 1942 more favourably for Broome than
I have done in my manuscript, then I would
very much like to do so," I wrote. "But
Broome is at present his own worst enemy
and has declined to offer any positive
comments whatever."[22] In the meantime Donald
McLachlan, former Editor of the Sunday
Telegraph and a personal friend, offered
to act as mediator. I agreed ("any port in
a storm," I confessed to de Salis)
[23] but I
privately hinted to McLachlan (himself a
former Naval Intelligence officer) that he
would not find Broome easy: "I would ask
you to bear in mind that Broome is a very
fly and slippery character," I wrote,
quoting de Salis's picturesque
description, [who] so far has not
put one foot wrong: for example he has
refused to make even the least amendment
to the draft manuscript of The Knight's
Move."[24] Elsewhere the manuscript met with more
favourable reception. Vice-Admiral Sir
Norman Denning, the Director of
Naval Intelligence, entertained me to
lunch at his Club, the Athenaeum, and
called it magnificent; so did Leo
Gradwell. In an internal memo, the chief
of the U.S. Navy's historical division
described it as the finest book on convoy
warfare ever written. But Captain Stephen
Roskill, the official historian, wrote a
formal reader's report for Kimber which I
could only describe as a stinker. Lord
Justice Winn, an Admiralty Intelligence
officer who played a role in the convoy
tragedy, kindly corrected the draft for
me, but pencilled testily across the title
page, "I think this is a dangerous and
maliciously anti-British work and
FORBID the
inclusion of my name in the list of
COLLABORATORS." The
score of British Merchant Navy officers
who also read the draft could not have
been more enthusiastic for its
publication. The Admiralty may have agreed, for by 4
February 1967 I had been permitted to
study Broome's entire secret 1942 report.
I believed that it largely corroborated my
own deductions; where it did not, I struck
out the relevant passages of the draft
manuscript, or retyped the page completely
(a possibility which may not have occurred
to Broome's counsel in the subsequent
trial.) Where there was a conflict of
evidence, or of wording ("orders,
"instructions ") I attached more weight to
Hamilton's parallel report -- the cruiser
admiral had a larger and more experienced
staff -- but this is the kind of judgment
normally expected of the historian. Thus after February 1967
I felt -- wrongly, as the High Court jury
found -- that The
Knight's Move was impregnable. I
was not distressed when McLachlan's
mediation attempts proved nugatory. In my
diary I see I told de Salis that victory
over Broome was mine: "I was feeling and
looking very smug. De Salis agreed: a
great success."[26]
William Kimber himself telephoned his
congratulations at having obtained
Broome's report.[27]
When Broome commenced writing minatory
letters to Cassell's too,[28]
I could assure the directors that all the
dubious passages had been eradicated,
without Broome's assistance.[29]
William Kimber Ltd. shared my mistaken
confidence. On 28 February 1967 Francis da
Salis telephoned me, having read an
improved draft, and asserted: "Providing
the one word 'blunder' is cut out, I don't
see that Broome would have any locus to
take action."[30]
And in an unhappy letter to Cassell's, on
21 March 1967, when they realised that
they had finally lost The Knight's Move to
a rival, William Kimber complained that
the only reason for their hesitation was
the German author's claim on the copyright
issue. Captain Broome was not
mentioned.[31] OR
THE failings of the human memory the
philosopher Nietzsche once found a neat
aphorism: "My memory tells me that that is
what I did. But pride says that I cannot
have done it. After a while memory gives
way to pride." Both Kimber and de Salis
were sub-poena'd to give evidence in the
trial three years later. Both testified to
the best of their recollections that they
had rejected the book because it libelled
Captain Broome. Both further testified that the book
The Destruction of
Convoy PQ. 17 published by
Cassell's in September 1968 was
substantially the same as the draft
(The Knight's
Move) they had read in October
1966. (Under cross-examination Kimber
conceded that he had read only a few pages
of Cassell's version.) The significance
was that it was the early draft,
The Knight's
Move, to which all the hostile
warnings and reports read out in the High
Court referred. Remaining
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