This story is set in the rambling town of Goma and its vicinity on the shore of the beautiful Lake Kivu in highland eastern Congo, in the 1970s period of unrelenting civil strife between ethnic factions and what passed as national governance from the ex-colony’s remote capital. The last of the white missionaries were still … Continue reading The Tether of the Flesh →
The Lord Thackeray, a ladies’ man,lived for his conquests and earned his money in the oil-rich Arab states of the Persian Gulf by his lofty breeding, infectious charm, and natural cunning, working for a famous (or infamous) investigative agency that claims to know just where the real sources of power lay and where duplicity hides … Continue reading Boredom or, The Yellow Trousers →
Ski-ing with his family in the Alpine resort of Val d’Isère, a backbench Tory MP on holiday encounters a fellow officer from his long buried past, when just out of his teens he was serving a lonely year in the Brigade of Guards in the post-war Malayan campaign, casting himself a poet of lofty aspiration. … Continue reading The Lost Poem →
The obsessive life of an office-burdened Londoner, living his narrow and routine daily existence, is focused by this diarist not – he supposes – on his wife but upon his dog. His sanity depends upon that relationship and its imaginary ramifications – a relationship which begins to crumble, as he himself records, with devastating acceleration.
In Wahhabist Arabia, where alcohol is outlawed, secret drinking is rife … as with the weekend ritual inebriation of two English expatriates in the country’s oil-rich eastern province, assuaging their homesickness. Vice of a greater judicial magnitude, whose penalty is death by stoning, is prostitution. When the two such perpetrations collide, blind tragedy can ensue.
Extra-marital passion takes its toll among the landed gentry to rapier the heart of the guilty, as Josie learns to her dismay, no less than the blameless. And can it leave such a wound that the intensity and inventive genius of an Indian sitarist in Bombay hasn’t the power to reopen?
When a British consul’s prospects for advancement hang upon the judicial fate of a Scottish foreman’s wild response, in a remote Saudi Arabia, to news of his wife’s quittance, forces of complex cultural incompatibility at once came into play. To the solution painstakingly attained, the alternative penalty could prove devastating.
We are not to be squeamish as to the ruthlessness of bureaucratic power, as Kafka knew prior to the Great War at the heart of Europe’s then federal empire. Ninety years later a new sullen federal Eurocracy, incorporating Britain, was in the making, based in Brussels, that brooked no subversion. Its parliament had decreed that … Continue reading Mary’s Visit →
Expatriate communities, not least of English stock, at work in various “emerging” foreign lands, take care of their own kind. Yet Dickie, widowed of his beloved helpmeet amid his fellow expatrites in Riyadh, needed further endorsement as to where he truly belonged. Bastardy comes surely not as the bastard’s sin, yet could still be irredeemable.
In 1987 Soviet Russia’s Ukraine-based nuclear power station blew up with devastating local consequences and blights upon the environment in regions as far-flung as north Wales, whose sheep farming economy was deemed contaminated. Were the highland Welsh themselves likewise blighted, such as Mair, the treasured wife of the regional champion of Welsh identity, the shepherd … Continue reading Lian Chernobyl →
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