Egypt: land of the ancients, the pyramids
and the Nile. Where there was once A Death… on a river cruiser… the culprit for
which was identified by a fictional Belgian with a penchant for moustache
protectors.
Agatha Christie aside, I was struggling to
think of novels I’d read that either concerned or were set in Egypt. More fool
me, I thought, when I read about 2009’s winner of the International Prize for
Arabic Fiction, Youssef Ziedan. His book, Azazeel,
published here this year, was a sensation. For weeks it could be seen piled up
on street stalls where it was sold to busy commuters. It was, without a doubt,
a massive, popular hit.
And yet Ziedan is no Dan Brown, no
chick-lit queen. He’s a 50-something academic who specializes in early Islamic
texts and religious studies. I’ve spoken to him via Skype so I know that he is
a rather unglamorous bald gentleman who smokes. He told me Azazeel sold well, but another of his books, an academic work about
early Islam, sold even more. But then his broadband connection was a bit dodgy
though, it’s possible I misheard.
Narrated by a fifth century Coptic monk,
who writes on scrolls he then hides, Azazeel
features Christian atrocities against Pagans, some rather exotic sexual
adventures with a servant girl called Octavia, and a lot of discussion about
alternative gospels.
I’ve been trying to imagine how you would
pitch this as a concept to a London agent. You might mention Umberto Eco and Name of the Rose, but this is no murder
in the monastery. You could go heavy on the sex, but while a touch fruity,
Ziedan is no EL James. What I guess you wouldn’t mention is the numerous
conversations about the finer points of religious belief around the time of
Emperor Constantine. “Hey, yeah, we’ll get back to you… never.”
The book, I must admit, is baffling.
Structurally it feels like something from another decade, not just another
country. There’s a charm to this – a different pace, another culture. A novel
which takes work.
Does it reflects life in Hosni Mubarak’s
police-state Egypt? Ziedan told me the regime wasn’t the reason why he chose a
5th century setting rather than a contemporary one, but went on to
reveal that his next book is about a contemporary terrorist. So perhaps the
Arab Spring has had an effect.
Early in his career, the journalist Paul
Sussman wrote for The Big Issue. He died, prematurely, earlier this summer and
his last novel, The Labyrinth of Osiris,
is out now. Set in Israel and Egypt, Sussman’s Middle East couldn’t be more
different from Ziedan’s. Like Christie, Sussman was an archaeology enthusiast
and his novel a well-paced mystery starring a do-or-die Luxor-based Inspector
Yusuf Khalifa.
Fittingly, Sussman’s plot has many
historical layers. His goes back decades rather than millennia – as Azazeel makes clear, in Egypt, history
stretches far further than anywhere else – and his plotting is far more
recognizable as a work of contemporary fiction too. You can’t compare these
novels. They are as different as Poirot is to Faust. But it was good to spend
so much time in such an interesting, multi-faceted part of the world.
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