It would be quite unthinkable to let this month pass without paying homage to the 2nd centenary of one of our greatest and most popular writers–Charles Dickens, born February, 1812 (probably February 7). I’ve been dipping into some Dickens’ travel writing to supplement my scanty knowledge of his novels. (I did love Bleak House, and we all know The Christmas Carol, of course.) And the travel writing is lively, detailed, and very funny in places. Continue reading Drinking in Ohio with Dickens→
Book: The Minaret of Djam: A Journey Into Afghanistan by Freya Stark (Org. publ. 1970; new paperback, December 2010 released by Palgrave MacMillan)
Another in our series of places that we would like to visit in the Middle East, if the world were a bit more peaceful. Last year in a series on classic travel books, I talked about A Short Walk in the Hindu Kush. This book takes place just south of Eric Newby‘s adventure.
Freya Stark (1893-1993) is eminently quotable, and since The Minaret of Djam: An Excursion in Afghanistan (The Freya Stark Collection)<imgstyle=”border:none!important;margin:0px!important;”src=”http: www.assoc-amazon.com=”” e=”” ir?t=”atravelerslibrary-20&l=as2&o=1&a=1848853130″” border=”0″ alt=”” width=”1″ height=”1″> is a rather brief book, fairly easily explained, I think I’ll quote her a lot. She starts right off in the introduction of this book, which was first published in 1970 when she was 77, with a thought about changing times.
…In twenty years, or ten perhaps, these adventures will seem nearer to the Dark Ages than to the Space Age and their memory will be that of the antique; and this journey, of a kind which I rejoin in only you do not know, will be a little monument to your love and goodness…
Stark sets out on a road trip with three other travelers in a Land Rover to fulfill her goal of seeing the 65-meter high, 12th century minaret that stands in the remote center of Afghanistan. For as you learn in the geography of her circular journey, the ‘corners’ of Afghanistan are not remote–the cities of , Kabul, Herat and Khandahar (and the far northern Mazar-Sharif which is not part of this journey) stand on the edges around the remote mountainous interior.
She regrets the fast-moving changes that come over once-primitive lands, but she traveled to many “unvisited” places, uniquely as a woman and alone. Her specialty in life was to visit the Arabic lands.
Stark writes poetically, at a leisurely pace. She describes the people and places she is visiting in vivid, if complex detail. Then she veers off to thoughts of political striving, and geography.
Geography is behind trade, and trade is behind history, and this sequence should ever be remembered..
She ponders history, agriculture, architecture, religion, the British Empire, and perhaps because she is getting older, the meaning of life and nearing death.
She had been ill for eight, as I had for three, years; we both knew the emancipated feeling of a world whose fountains had so nearly closed..A sense of fragility has been with me every since.
I am, unfortunately, accustomed to skimming, because I have so many books to read. But Freya Stark will have none of that. She trips me up if I rush and makes me re-read each sentence until it sinks in, or until I get the joke.
The bridge at the bottom had been psychologically built of solid stone for reassurance, unlike the usual cantilever that, when its time comes, likes to die with a lorry in its arms.
The group finally reach the Minaret of Djam, once the center of an enormous city. The minaret, now called Jam, has been named a World Heritage Site by UNESCO, and indeed should be one of the wonders of the world.
Its whole surface from top to bottom is covered with rectangles, lozenges, stars, knots and fancies of deep-cut tracery in the hard-baked earth which the Islamic art of the eleventh and twelfth centuries knew how to handle to such purpose…..Otherwise the whole slender structure stands as its builders saw it, eight centuries passing over it as over the Sleeping Beauty, with little except the rustle of the poplars and the voice of birds and water to disturb its sleep.
The Minaret dates to the 12th century, before Ghengis Kahn and the Mongols rode into this land.
Disclaimers: Photos come from Wikiphotos. Click on them to read more about the Minaret of Jam.
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