Pages: 383
Original date of publication: 1865
My copy: 1986 (Virago)
Why I decided to read:
How I acquired my copy: Ebay, February 2011
A friend to George Meredith, Thackeray, and other notables
of that time, Lucie Duff Gordon (1821-1969) was raised in a radical, intellectual family and imbued with a sense of
adventure; her imagination roamed father than the usual Grand Tour. In
1862, she took a tour to South Africa, attempting to recover from tuberculosis;
when that didn’t succeed, she went to Egypt, where her son-in-law was a banker.
Although her daughter and son-in-law lived in Alexandria, Gordon spent much of
her time in Luxor, living in a ruined house above a temple. Her letters were
alternately written to her husband, Sir Alexander Duff Gordon; her mother; and
her daughter.
Gordon’s letters reveal someone with a high amount of
inquisitiveness and cultural sensitivity; Gordon frees herself from the usual
ways that other Europeans stereotyped Egyptians at the time. She was there just
as the Europeans were modernizing Egypt, represented by the construction of the
Suez Canal, which opened in 1869, the year Gordon passed away. Her letters reflect
the changes to rural Egypt that were occurring, as well as observing social
systems that were in place (especially criticizing the corvee, which was a
system of forced labor that was used to build the Canal), and she was dismayed
by the poverty that she witnessed while in Luxor.
Gordon’s tone is lively; perceptive; she had a keen interest
in the Egyptian people and their history, and she interacted with the often,
especially as an amateur doctor (Hakeemah). “I am in love with the Arabs’ ways,
and I have contrived to see and know more of family life than many Europeans
who have lived here for years,” she wrote. So we meet a wide variety of people,
including Omar, her faithful servant. In all, a lively, entertaining collection
of letters.
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