I'm Off My Beaten Track in Beni Hassan...

A nobleman on his boat, Beni Hassan

...and I'm picking up from where I left off in my last post.  I'm taking you to Beni Hassan...

THE FERRYMAN
 

Our boat, MS Nefertari, left the moorings during breakfast and continued upstream to Beni Hassan, sand banks permitting.  A leisurely morning with a leisurely breakfast, my book, and the passing scenery with fishermen and children to wave to as we floated past.

The tombs at Beni Hassan are hewn from the bedrock of the plateau that flanks each side of the river.  The boat moored on the western bank as the wind was too strong to tie up at the usual point.  This meant a trip across the river on the local ferry organised by the tour guide.  At 2.15 pm, the ferry pulled alongside and waited for everyone to board.

Some locals were already on the ferry, and the Ferryman spoke to them harshly and banished them to the back of his vessel.  Hardly the way to treat one's fellow compatriots and customers, I thought.  Moreover, I was sure we weren't really that important!

On reaching the other bank, it was a short walk to the face of the plateau and then a climb to the tombs.  I wasn't prepared for the walk.  The path took us through a tiny village with houses half mud brick and half red brick.  The children bombarded us with vigorous waves, some shouting their names and other little phrases in English that they had learned.  In this area, the schools are very poorly equipped, with even the most basic requirements challenging to obtain.

The Nile is the lifeblood of this country in more ways than one.  It irrigates the land and provides electricity for those that can afford it.  The river provides water for drinking and washing, and it brings us - decadent westerners and our foreign currency...

...again, we are guarded.  Local men from the village, who are caretakers for the tombs, escort us with rifles slung over their shoulders.

Beni Hassan is named after an Arab tribe that settled in the area in the ninth century AD.  Numerous ancient tombs are cut from the rock and date from around the 11th Dynasty.  In the second and third centuries, the burial chambers were lived in by the early Christians, and the original artwork suffered considerable damage.  Some of the tombs had survived and contained some beautiful frescoes: the militia training, making wine and bread and other scenes from everyday life.  One wall shows a nobleman in his chariot, protected by the hands of the sun god Ra, going into battle.  Most of the tombs are those of noblemen who governed the area about 4000 years ago.

After the warm, still air of the tombs, we venture out into the afternoon sun.  I can feel it burning into the skin of my arms, but the wind is a welcome relief, if only temporarily.  We return to the ferry for our trip across the river to the Nefertari...

... a rumour of a shipboard romance is going about, I learn over dinner.  I'm told that T— and C— have 'got together' on the cruise.  I look across at their table and think about my conversations with them.  Shipboard romance.  What rubbish!  It was painfully obvious to me that T— and C— have known each other for centuries!  One little surprise was the cake - made by the ship's chef - for T—'s birthday.  And each slice may have been small, but it was delicious!

This is the last post from my Egyptian journal for this year.  If you've enjoyed this post then you might like to read the earlier ones about Cairo  Giza  Solar Sailing and Egypt generally - just click the links.

Come stroll with me…

…through the city of Mende. Today I’m following in the footsteps of Jacques as he walks the streets of his home town to investigate his latest case, Mazargues...

The city of Mende, in the département of Lozère (48), has a long and varied history.  The city sits on the banks of the river Lot, and the earliest traces of habitation date from around 200 BC.  Although sparsely populated – around 12,000 inhabitants – the city is one of the five ‘gateways’ that lead into the vast causses of the Cévennes, a UNESCO world heritage site of more than 360 square miles.

The ancient heart of the city is dominated by the basilica, but if you look at a map, you will see the remnants of the ancient walls that once surrounded this old bastide town.  And that’s where I want to take you today.  These narrow streets wind through the city and intersect each other in tiny little squares.  Like, place Chaptal, for example, where I have Jacques mounting a one-man surveillance operation in search of a rogue market trader.

Place Chaptal sits to one side of the church, and until market days on Wednesday and Saturday, is just used for parking.  But there’s more to it than that.  At the back of the square is a monument to Jean-Antoine Chaptal.  Born in Nojaret (48) in 1756, he was the youngest son of local landowners.  He also had a rich uncle who was a prominent physician in Montpellier.  Chaptal did so well in his studies in Mende that his uncle was encouraged to finance his studies at the Medical School of the University of Montpellier.  Having achieved his medical degree, Jean-Antione asked his uncle to support him through a further four and a half years of study in medicine and chemistry in Paris.  His studies finally complete, Chaptal took up a salaried chair at Montpellier university in 1780.

He became a leading chemist and was instrumental in establishing in Montpellier one of the first modern chemical factories in the whole country.  By 1787, Montpellier had become a national centre for innovation in the production of chemicals.

In 1789, when the Revolution swept through Paris and across the country, Chaptal was initially supportive.  By 1793 he had changed his mind and stood in opposition.  He was arrested and imprisoned, but his value to the nation as an industrial chemist saved his head!

Following Napoleon Bonaparte’s coup d’état in November 1799 and the establishment of the Consulate, Chaptal found himself a new career as a statesman.  He was well-known and very well-connected.  After ten years of revolution and war, Chaptal’s skills and abilities in using science to make advancements in industry, agriculture, and commerce became invaluable to Bonaparte.  He was appointed to Bonaparte’s Council of State and then became his Minister of the Interior.  He remained in office until 1804.

Throughout his life, he wrote numerous books on science, the arts, and chemistry.  He is one of the 72 famous French scientists who have their names engraved on the Tour Eiffel in Paris, and he is remembered in various other locations as well as here in Mende.  He died in Paris in July 1832 and is buried in Père Lachaise cemetery.

And if you want to find out if Jacques finds his rogue market trader, then check out #Mazargues.  The sixth #JacquesForêt mystery is available to pre-order Here

I'm reviewing The Betrayal of Anne Frank...

... by Rosemary Sullivan

I picked up this book because I wanted it to sit with my other books about Anne, her diary, and the revised version of her diary.  To me, this young girl and her family, those they were in hiding with and those that helped and supported them, lived through some of the worst times in our recent history.

I was sceptical, at first, about how reliable or complete any information might be after eighty years and by the time I had got to the end of the book, I realised I was right to be so.

The team searching for the answer to the question the book poses were multi-skilled, multi-national and absolutely meticulous in undertaking their research.  That much is clear from the documents and archives accessed and referenced in the lengthy text.  But does the book answer the actual question on the cover? By the time I’d got to the end, I had to conclude that it only did so in part.

I believe it was Conan Doyle who gave to his most famous character, Sherlock Holmes, the tenet that ‘when you have eliminated the impossible, whatever remains, no matter how improbable, must be the truth.’  The team working on this issue did look at everyone who might be the possible betrayer and, through research and evidence gathering from records, books, archives etc, eliminated them.  What remained then was not the truth, in my view, because the evidence did not support it. What remained was a conclusion that was based on a fair amount of supposition.

As I sit here and write this review, I’m in the shade of a substantial tree in one of my favourite places to visit in France.  I’m also accompanied by some of my friends from Holland, so I’ve had the chance to question their thoughts on the book, too.  It is interesting to note that in Holland, Anne and those who surrounded her are as well known there as they are in the UK.  It is also interesting to note that this book was withdrawn from sale in Holland because of a backlash of public opinion.

As an exposé of what life under the occupation was like in Holland, it is a fascinating examination of the documentary history, made even more interesting when it is set against the background of Holland’s neutrality at the outbreak of war.  The prose is beautifully written and reads more like a novel than an essay examining a particular piece of history.  On those points alone, I have to say that the book is to be recommended.

But does it answer the prime question?  In my view, not really.  Will we ever know the real answer to this question?  Very probably not.  Are we entitled to know the answer to this question?  This is a hard one to answer, but for me, I think that there are some things that are perhaps best left alone.  Whoever betrayed Anne and the others must have had a reason for doing so, but would you like to discover that it was your father or grandfather who did that?  Or someone else connected with your family or one of your ancestors?  I think there are times when sleeping dogs should be left to rest, and perhaps this was one of those very rare instances.

Albania: A Peaceful Country with a Troubled Past

I am delighted to welcome author and friend Helen Matthews to the blog today.  Helen, your book, Girl Out of Sight, is published today, and I believe this is the second edition of your prize-winning suspense thriller, After Leaving the Village, which was first published in 2017. The book was also endorsed by anti-slavery charity, Unseen UK, and won first prize in the opening pages of a novel category at Winchester Writers’ Festival.  It's set in Albania, so tell me more...

According to Border Force statistics, in summer 2022, a majority of economic migrants crossing the English Channel in small boats were found to be Albanians, lured by social media videos promising riches could be made in the UK.

My suspense thriller Girl Out of Sight, set some years earlier in 2016, tells the story of seventeen-year-old Odeta, who leaves her remote village in Albania with a man she believes is her boyfriend, dreaming of a new career in London. At the time I was researching the book, Albania was the top country of origin of trafficking victims to the UK (18% of all cases).

Albania isn’t prosperous, but it’s a peaceful country. Why would people want to leave? I can’t answer this because the society and culture are unknowable for an outsider. Could one of the clues be in Albania’s turbulent past when people were cut off from the modern world for many decades?

For my research, I visited Albania with my son, and the city of Berat was a highlight. Here’s what I discovered:

Berat ‘the city of a thousand windows’ could stand as a metaphor for Albania. Windows can be open or closed like the country’s recent history. Glass can be smashed, churches and monuments torn down – or they can be preserved. Berat’s cultural importance led to the city’s medieval churches, frescoes and historic mosques being largely spared from the atheism campaign under Albania’s communist leader, Enver Hoxha, who died in 1985.

A fortified castle dominates the hilltop, overlooking the modern town. Around two hundred people still live in stone houses enclosed by the citadel’s snaking walls. Eight churches have survived, some hard to detect as their simple facades blend in with surrounding houses, keeping them hidden in plain sight. One church has a mosaic floor and sixteenth century frescoes by Nikola Onufri, son of Albania’s greatest icon painter.

Completing a circuit of the walls and citadel means treading on layers of history – an eighteenth century church built on the foundations of a tenth century one. We visit the Onufri museum to see precious icons and frescoes, but our viewing is cut short by the arrival of the US ambassador. Burly guards take up surveillance positions and order us to shuffle along faster. No hard feelings, though - later on, we bump into the ambassador, leaving the Mangalemi restaurant as we arrive, and he courteously wishes us a good meal.

Berat earned its UNESCO world heritage listing for stunning, preserved Ottoman buildings in the Mangalem quarter. Clustered in rows on the hillside, they gleam white in the sunshine and sparkle when illuminated at night. Café terraces near the river overflow with customers, mainly men, sipping coffee, beer or raki. Families and couples stroll along the promenade. People seem relaxed and at ease.

It wasn’t always so. Back in the late twentieth century, Albania’s people were forced to withdraw from the world. Their communist leader, Enver Hoxha espoused an extreme form of Stalinism where religion was outlawed and people forbidden to travel abroad. Many scars from those times remain: a visible one scored into the side of Mount Shpirag overlooking Berat where, in 1968, the name ENVER was spelled out in rocks and painted white. Citizens couldn’t escape the sight of their leader’s name. When democracy was established in the 1990s, efforts were made to destroy the sign but the rocks proved resistant, even to dynamite. An attempt to burn off the lettering with a flame thrower killed two soldiers. The project was abandoned, waiting for nature to take its course, until a local man hit on the novel solution of switching the first two letters. Now the sign on the mountainside reads NEVER.

As I type these words, my spellchecker suggests I do the same: change ‘Enver’ to ‘never’. If only life were that simple!

about the book… Odeta’s life has shrunk to a daily round of drudgery, running her father’s grocery store in a remote Albanian village. One day, an enigmatic stranger from Tirana turns up, promising her an exciting career in London. Odeta’s life is about to change, but not in the way she expected.

Kate, a journalist, lives on a quiet London street, but her seemingly perfect life is filled with anxiety for her son, Ben. The boy is obsessed with online gaming but struggles to make friends. Kate sets out to create a simpler life for her family, disconnects them from the internet, and tries to build a community on her street.

On a visit to her home village in Wales, Kate is forced to confront a secret from her past. But even greater danger lies where she lives. Perhaps her neighbours are not the friendly community they seem at first glance…

about the author… Helen Matthews writes page-turning psychological suspense novels and is fascinated by the darker side of human nature and how a life can change in an instant. Suspense thriller Girl Out of Sight, a second edition of Winchester prize-winning novel After Leaving the Village comes out this October from Darkstroke Books. Recent novels published by Darkstroke Books are The Girl in the Van, finalist in the 2022 Pageturner Book Award, and Façade (family noir). Her other books include Lies Behind the Ruin and a collection of short stories Brief Encounters.

Born in Cardiff, Helen read English at the University of Liverpool and worked in international development, consultancy, human resources and pensions management. She fled corporate life to work freelance while studying for a Creative Writing MA at Oxford Brookes University. Her stories and flash fiction have been shortlisted and published by Flash 500, 1000K Story, Reflex Press, Artificium and Love Sunday magazine.

She is a keen cyclist, covering long distances if there aren’t any hills, sings in a choir and once appeared on stage at Carnegie Hall, New York in a multi-choir performance. She loves spending time in France. Helen is an Ambassador for the charity, Unseen, which works towards a world without slavery and donates her author talk fees, and a percentage of royalties, to the charity.

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