I
added Stella Tennyson Jesse to my British Women Writers list years ago, but
knew precious little about her. She was (fairly obviously from the name) the
sister of the far better-known F. Tennyson Jesse, author of A Pin to See the Peepshow among others, but
beyond that I knew only the name of her one book. We couldn't even verify for
certain if that work was a novel or a travel book. Copies of the book were few
and far between, so I had nearly resigned myself to never finding out more.
But
that was reckoning without Michael Walmer, who recently emailed to offer a
review copy of the newest reprint from his self-titled publishing endeavour. I
rarely accept review copies from anyone, because I'm far too scatterbrained to
focus on reading a certain book at a certain time, but obviously I had to make
an exception for this one. And I'm glad I did, as Eve in Egypt turned out to be a delightful read, combining romance
and travelogue, with a healthy amount of daft, cheerful dialogue thrown in. (It's
also one of the most striking covers I've seen for awhile, so it's safe to judge
this book by its cover.)
The
premise is simple enough: young Eve Wentworth is overly prone to receiving marriage
proposals:
The nuisance was that so often
just being natural and friendly seemed to do more harm than anything else! What
a pity men were so terribly susceptible! The least little thing, and they seemed
to be thrown off their balance. No stamina, Eve supposed.
The
two proposals she has just received have created an awkward situation, such
that Eve is happy to accept an invitation from her sister Serena, brother-in-law
Hugh, and childhood friend Jeremy Vaughan to spend a few weeks exploring the
Nile on a traditional dahabeah. Eve is happy to put a few thousand miles
between herself and her suitors, but Jeremy's presence might just add new complications. Then there are two elegant,
wealthy young Americans, Isobel Page, in whom Hugh shows an interest, and her
brother Tony, who, Eve fears, might threaten her with yet another proposal:
It was hard enough to avoid getting engaged with a full moon
at home. It must be next door to impossible with a desert and a sphinx thrown
in.
There
are relatively few surprises as to where it will all end up, but this is all to
the good, as it allows the reader to enjoy the charming frolic and the luscious
armchair travel. Considering that it's entirely possible that I'll never see
the pyramids in person (the Middle East not going out of its way to make gay
couples feel welcome—and then there's the heat and the sand…), it's lovely to
get a first glimpse of them through Eve's eyes:
When Eve opened her eyes the next morning the words of the
hotel manager swam up in her mind, and she jumped out of bed at once, slipped
her feet into her little "mules," pulled on a silk wrapper and ran
out on to the balcony. The sun was shining, though it was still too early for
any warmth to be in its rays, and the Nile, which last night had looked so dark
and mysterious, was now a pale greenish-brown, sparkling with a myriad little
ripples in the bright light. The palm trees on the further bank now showed
themselves to be a large plantation, and a tall minaret reared its graceful
head from amid the plumy green. So great was Eve's sense of anticipation that
it was almost with an effort she turned her eyes southward. She looked—and for
a moment she caught her breath with the wonder of what she saw. There they were—three
dark, mysterious peaks rising out of the thick cloud of mist that still floated
over the land, with something remote, almost stark, about their definite
shapes, so arrogant in their immutability.
I'm
not sure I mind that I likely won't be riding a camel any time soon, but Eve's
several encounters with increasingly contemptuous camels are tremendous fun (though
I don't think camels can match their cousins the llamas for sheer haughty
disdain). Here's a snippet of Eve's first camel ride:
She could only set her teeth firmly as her animal started to
unfold itself in snarling sections. How she stuck on as it rocked and heaved
beneath her she never knew. Fortunately, she was unaware that Jeremy had taken
a cinema of the proceedings. Anyhow, here she was at last, incredibly high up
in the air, clinging like grim death to the inadequate little brass tube that
stuck up in front of the saddle, her hat tilted over her nose, her cheeks
flushed with emotion and exertion; shaken, agitated, terrified, but still
alive.
On
a few occasions, the pace of the novel slows a bit to allow for discussion of
Egyptian history and customs, and while this is perhaps a slight weakness in a
novel, I found it useful and interesting in a work of armchair travel. I may
have learned more from this book than from any history course in school
(though, sadly, I will likely forget most of it within a week or two…).
One
of the things we gain from travel, of course (and the reason that a good many
insular Americans—and perhaps some Brits?—should be sent immediately on extensive
international travels), is more extensive self-knowledge. I liked Eve's
observations on the differences between Americans and Brits while traveling:
It amused Eve to notice the different behaviour of the English
and the Americans on the private steam dahabeahs. The Americans always waved in
the friendliest manner, and then the Isis
waved back. But a boat full of other English people just stared unemotionally
at the Isis, and the Isis stared unemotionally back at them.
I
have to say that wasn't our impression of ever-helpful, ever-friendly Brits
during our trips there, but perhaps it's just that they've loosened up since
1929? For that matter, I'm not sure Americans are very friendly and outgoing
when traveling these days (even before our president made many of us want to
pretend to be Canadian).
Sounds like a delightful book. I want a copy. Any chance that Michael Walmer will be publishing Kindle versions of his reissues anytime soon?
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Hi Jerri, Unfortunately Amazon charge quite heavily for the privilege of producing Kindle editions, which is beyond me at present. So sorry.
DeleteSo sorry to miss this when you first posted it Scott - and thanks so much for covering it. Really glad you enjoyed it so much.
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