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I always kinda felt like he was collecting all that stuff for a reason beyond the love of history.
This is one of those things I hope Diana doesn't leave open when she finishes the series. Who knew...and when!

But if Wakefield knew, he keeps quiet about it, even while planting Jamie's fake grave at Franks request. I would feel like a huge liar at this point and then worse while reading Franks obviously emotionally bitter letter.
I wish there were dates. That would be helpful. I know somewhere in the books Frank goes to visit Wakefield after Claire's return, at this point he either finds Jamie in history or did so just before his visit. His letter to Wakefield is written with a considerable amount of time after that. And in between his visit and this letter is the planting of the grave. All with a considerable amount of time between them by the way the letter reads.
Does anyone remember what Wakefield died of or who died first? Franks letter sounds like he's on his death bed, or at the end of his life. Except Frank died in a car crash so he wouldn't have known he was going to die. But I wonder if he was writing to Wakefield who was dying? That would make a man be more in touch with his mortality and look for forgiveness for sins committed. But that would also mean that he didn't know until the end of his life at least.....because I don't think it was early on that Wakefield died.


Dear Reg (the letter said);
I’ve something the matter with my heart. Besides Claire, I mean (says he, with irony). The doctor says it might be years yet, with care, and I hope it is—but there’s the odd chance. The nuns at Bree’s school used to scare the kids into fits about the horrible fate in store for sinners who died unconfessed and unforgiven; damned (if you’ll pardon the expression) if I’m afraid of whatever comes after—if anything. But again—there’s the odd chance, isn’t there?
Not a thing I could say to my parish priest, for obvious reasons. I doubt he’d see the sin in it, even if he didn’t slip out to telephone discreetly for psychiatric help!
But you’re a priest, Reg, if not a Catholic—and more importantly, you’re my friend. You needn’t reply to this; I don’t suppose a reply is possible. But you can listen. One of your great gifts, listening. Had I told you that before?
I’m delaying, though I don’t know why I should. Best have it out.
You’ll recall the favor I asked you a few years ago—about the gravestones at St. Kilda’s? Kind friend that you are, you never asked, but it’s time I should tell you why.
God knows why old Black Jack Randall should have been left out there on a Scottish hill instead of taken home to Sussex for burial. Perhaps no one cared enough to bring him home. Sad to think of; I rather hope it wasn’t that.
There he is, though. If Bree’s ever interested in her history—in my history—she’ll look, and she’ll find him there; the location of his grave is mentioned inthe family papers. That’s why I asked you to have the other stone put up nearby. It will stand out—all the other stones in that kirkyard are crumbling away with age.
Claire will take her to Scotland one day; I’m sure of that much. If she goes to St. Kilda’s, she’ll see it—no one goes into an old churchyard and doesn’t have a browse round the stones. If she wonders, if she cares to look further—if she asks Claire—well, that’s as far as I’m prepared to go. I’ve made the gesture; I shall leave it to chance what happens when I’ve gone.
You know all the rubbish Claire talked when she came back. I did all I could to get it out of her head, but she wouldn’t be budged; God, she is a stubborn woman!
You’ll not credit this, perhaps, but when I came last to visit you, I hired a car and went to that damned hill—to Craigh na Dun. I told you about the witches dancing in the circle, just before Claire disappeared. With that eerie sight in mind, standing there in the early light among those stones—I could almost believe her. I touched one. Nothing happened, of course.
And yet. I looked. Looked for the man—for Fraser. And perhaps I found him. At least I found a man of that name, and what I could dredge up of his connections matched what Claire told me of him. Whether she was telling the truth, or whether she had grafted some delusion onto real experience…well, there was a man, I’m sure of that!
You’ll scarcely credit this, but I stood there with my hand on that bloody stone, and wanted nothing more than that it should open, and put me face-to-face with James Fraser. Whoever he was, whenever he was, I wanted nothing more in life than to see him—and to kill him.
I have never seen him—I don’t know that he existed!—and yet I hate this man as I have never hated anyone else. If what Claire said and what I found was true—then I’ve taken her from him, and kept her by me through these years by a lie. Maybe only a lie of omission, but nonetheless a lie for that. I could call that revenge, I suppose.
Priests and poets call revenge a two-edged sword; and the other edge of it is that I’ll never know—if I gave her the choice, would she have stayed with me? Or if I told her that her Jamie survived Culloden, would she have been off to Scotland like a shot?
I cannot think Claire would leave her daughter. I hope she’d not leave me, either…but…if I had any certainty of it, I swear I’d have told her, but I haven’t, and that’s the truth of it.
Fraser—shall I curse him for stealing my wife, or bless him for giving me my daughter? I think these things, and then I stop, appalled that I should be giving a moment’s credence to such a preposterous theory. And yet…I have the oddest sense of James Fraser, almost a memory, as though I must have seen him somewhere. Though likely this is just the product of jealousy and imagination—I know what the bastard looks like, well enough; I see his face on my daughter, day by day!
That’s the queer side of it, though—a sense of obligation. Not just to Bree, though I do think she’s a right to know—later. I told you I had a sense of the bastard? Funny thing is, it’s stayed with me. I can almost feel him, sometimes, looking over my shoulder, standing across the room.
Hadn’t thought of this before—do you suppose I’ll meet him in the sweet by-and-by, if there is one? Funny to think of it. Should we meet as friends, I wonder, with the sins of the flesh behind us? Or end forever locked in some Celtic hell, with our hands wrapped round each other’s throat?
I treated Claire badly—or well, depending how one looks at it. I won’t go into the sordid details; leave it that I’m sorry.
So there it is, Reg. Hate, jealousy, lying, stealing, unfaithfulness, the lot. Not much to balance it save love. I do love her—love them. My women. Maybe it’s not the right kind of love, or not enough. But it’s all I’ve got.
Still, I won’t die unshriven—and I’ll trust you for a conditional absolution. I raised Bree as a Catholic; do you suppose there’s some forlorn hope that she’ll pray for me?
“It was signed, ‘Frank,’ of course,” Roger said.

I don't know, I guess my first inclination would be that Claire had been kidnapped by some crazy historian (other than myself).
Obviously though, Frank does doubt enough to the point he has a fake grave planted. That's some serious questioning! But in the end he still states that he doesn't know what to believe and in reality, who can blame him.

But I don't think Wakefield was told about his son. After all it was a top secret operation. He was probably told that story about the Bermuda Triangle. But why didn't this thought ever come to Frank? It makes me think that Diana hadnt planned to go this route.
I guess at the same time it is during the war and so many people were held in the pow camps and killed. It might not have even popped into Franks head that anything peculiar (except the obvious) could have happened to Rogers dad despite what Claire claimed.

Sorry, I don't know what you mean lol

He explains to Reg why he asked him to plant the tombstone.
"recall the favor I asked you a few years ago—about the gravestones at St. Kilda’s? Kind friend that you are, you never asked, but it’s time I should tell you why."
"I looked. Looked for the man—for Fraser. And perhaps I found him. At least I found a man of that name, and what I could dredge up of his connections matched what Claire told me of him. Whether she was telling the truth, or whether she had grafted some delusion onto real experience…well, there was a man, I’m sure of that!"
If Wakefield also had been researching Jamie by a request from Frank the letter would be worded differently. Instead though, Frank is informing Wakefield not only that he found Jamie, but that he was searching for him in the first place.

I feel this way because of my personality. If I had a friend, who's wife was claiming what Claire did, IF I were a historian, I would look up the information. Not because I questioned if it could be true. But rather because I would think perhaps conclusive proof of lack of Jamie's existence would help my friends wife get through her delusional state.
At the same time I would feel this way, I can understand how Frank wouldn't. Not right away anyways. At first your time is spent in discussions, reasoning, and the care taking of your seemingly abused and delusional partner. After quite a bit of time with nothing changing I would do the research, which is how it happened with Frank.
But if i were that friend, the one off to the side, the one not directly involved in this very emotionally charged scenario... I would do the research thinking it might be helpful at some point.
But that's me. Wakefield might not be anything like me.


I'm kinda with Maddie on this. It is a HUGE COINCIDENCE that Wakefield has so much of this information. Iy seems like too much of one at times. But it might just be that, a coincidence.

I totally agree with you. I am a historian...I think at least Frank, probably Rev. Wakefield too, went in search of proof of Claire's story. By nature historians and genealogists love a good mystery and we'll research it until we find the answer. Being a Jacobite scholar, I find it hard to believe that Frank wouldn't go looking for the historical evidence to Claire's story. Being both an Oxford & Harvard scholar, he'd be able to use his position to request all sorts of historical documents to find the proof he needed.
Re: Rev. Wakefield, I think if he did find out anything in research & remained silent, he did so out of respect to his friend...or possibly because of his position as a preacher. Hard to say. Sometimes we don't get the full story of an action in the Outlander series until a future book.



I just checked the Raymond thread here and it is mentioned in post 11

What I find neat now, and talking about huge coincidences, is that (view spoiler)

Me too!!! I have often wondered if he was a time traveler too!"
You HAVE to read "A Space Between" novella!!! It explains A LOT about Master Raymond...Will answer so many questions about time travel!!!
It's a MUST for Master Raymond fans!!! And it just came out in April as a stand alone book!

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Mrsbooks, (view spoiler)

[spoiler]
If you've read The space Between this should make more sense. As you know Raymond explains to Comte St. Germain that his decendents have a blue aura around them and no one else. They both have one.
We know from the last book read ABOSAA that this same Comte St. Germain is claiming he is Fergus real father.
Just after Raymond healed Claire from her miscarriage they have this conversation. (view spoiler)


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[spoilers]
I'm not sure it's clear that (view spoiler)

Unless she had specifically said she was a time traveler he wouldn't have been able to pick up on all the obvious things she says that show what century she's from.
It would then explain why he is looking for her in tsb. After he goes to the future and then thinks back and realizes that's where Claire is from.


Who's going to start reading immediately?

[spoilers]
I'm not sure it's clear that everyone..."
Spoiler from Diana's website....
http://www.dianagabaldon.com/resource...
(view spoiler)

Who's going to start reading immediately?"
I'm getting both the kindle version and the audiobook - I'll probably start listening - but its superlong...so i'll be able to draw out the enjoyment of the book

Since I've just finished rereading ABOSAA, I know the answer to this one! Wendigo Donner is the time-traveler Indian from '68 who was whistling or humming Yellow Submarine to see if Bree recognized the tune.
I plan to read MOBY as soon as I get my hands on it! I'm getting it in hardcover (for signature) and in audio. Later, will at the ebook to my kindle to join the rest :)


I've just read all the comments here about Rev. Wakefield and had really never given much thought before now to how much he knew or didn't know about James Fraser. I had thought he only did research on his own family history and did a bit for Frank at Frank's request. I WAS surprised that Rev. Wakefield followed through on having that fake tombstone placed, thinking it was unethical. But glad he did, otherwise Claire wouldn't had seen it and eventually learn about Jamie's true fate. *sigh* Why couldn't Frank or Rev. Wakefield discover where Jamie Fraser's real tombstone is located? Or do you think they did but it's not written down or the notes hadn't been discovered yet by Roger while looking through all of Rev. Wakefield's papers?



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