Published in 1985 this book charts Golding’s experiences, in
the previous year, as he travels down the Nile with his wife, and a motley crew
at the behest of his publisher.
At this point in his career, he had been awarded the Noel
Prize for literature, had won various other accolades and had 11 novels
published along with some notable travel pieces, books of poetry, some non-fiction and his only full-length play, The Brass Butterfly..
Like me, Golding, had a life-long fascination with ancient
Egypt, so one has to ask the question – what took him so long? Born in 1911 he would have been 73 when he
took this trip. I made my trip to Egypt
at the age of 35. I remember announcing
my intentions to my family and then promptly going out a few days later to make
all the arrangements with the travel agent.
And OK, I made my journey several years later than Golding, but, it was
interesting to note as I worked my way through the book, that some of the
frustrations I witnessed and felt about Egypt, had been there when Golding made
his.
Beginning in Ma‘adi, just south of Cairo, as I did, Golding
takes you with him as he sources and secures a small river cruiser to take him
down the Nile to Luxor. And so begins a
chapter by chapter discourse of each day of his cruise. Not that he had the same level of comfort as
I did. He complains about the lack of
regular meals, the lack of heating, enough bedding, wardrobe space, his own
overpacking and much more besides. The
most important lesson for Golding to learn, though, was how NOT to be the
Captain of the ship! His eminent naval
career may have prepared him for life at sea and in war, but taking a step back
to become a passenger on a ship was not one of them, much to my amusement as I
read the details of these regular little clashes between ex-naval officer and
Egyptian river boat Reis.
The monuments visited play their own individual roles
throughout the text and I was glad to see that, in telling the ancient history,
Golding maintained the easy narrative flow.
However, despite the history, the detail of the look of the monuments,
it is no substitute for the wonder of seeing these incredible pieces of history
for yourself. Luckily, I had my own
memories to draw upon to supplement Golding’s thoughts and descriptions.
One other thing that Golding comes back to again
and again, was an issue for me, too, when I was there. There’s an inconsistency to Egypt, its
history, its people and culture, that he could not rationalise. Neither could I, and having finally read his
book, I’m still none the wiser. Still a riveting read, though!
You can read more about Golding and his other works Here
You can read more about Golding and his other works Here
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