From the Holy Mountain: A Journey in the Shadow of Byzantium. William Dalrymple

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Название From the Holy Mountain: A Journey in the Shadow of Byzantium
Автор произведения William Dalrymple
Жанр Хобби, Ремесла
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wars: the effect of these events on human beings is burned into the pages of this excellent book. Yet Dalrymple is a delightful companion for the reader: a sunny equanimity shines around him. The self-portrait which emerges from these pages shows us a Renaissance head, not swollen but large with knowledge, painted like that of the Duke of Urbino by Piero della Francesca, in profile, against a library window through which may be discerned the delectable landscape of adventure’

      PHILIP GLAZEBROOK, Literary Review

      ‘His biggest book yet: a large, scholarly, funny, meandering and passionate tome … Dalrymple’s enthusiasm is infectious, and his gentle osmotic supply of theological and historical background to Byzantine culture means that by the end any reader feels half expert’

      NIGEL SPIVEY, Business Weekly

      ‘From the Holy Mountain is a remarkable travel book, beautifully written, alive to the politics of the day, and informed on the history and theology of the region’

      ADAM FORD, Church Times

      ‘Neither the panache of William Dalrymple, nor the allure of the places he describes – Mount Athos, Damascus, the Egyptian desert – are what makes From the Holy Mountain so compelling. Its secret is the sense of history derived from the author’s decision to base his journey on The Spiritual Meadow, a guide to the monasteries and holy men of the eastern Roman Empire, written in the sixth century by the monk John Moschos. Following in his tracks, often to the same churches, the author travels through the Levant, listening to the prayers and fears of the region’s Christians … Dalrymple describes his encounters with monks and murderers with a combination of humour and scholarship’

      PHILIP MANSEL, Country Life

      ‘An eloquent, poignant and courageous account of a journey that pits the idealism of the past against the hatred, dispossession and denial of the present’

      KAREN ARMSTRONG

      ‘Fascinating, compelling and deeply moving’

      WILLIAM BARLOW, Catholic Herald

      ‘Memorable … William Dalrymple’s raw and direct approach is something new, and despite its author’s eye for humour and irony, Dalrymple’s West Asian travelogue is harder, bleaker and expressed with an equality of spirit absent from the accounts of typical English romantics. As a result, From the Holy Mountain makes a profound impression’

      CHRISTOPHER WALKER, Times Literary Supplement

      ‘An assured blend of travelogue and history … Dalrymple is a born travel writer, with a nose for adventure and a reporter’s healthy scepticism. His quirky, exhilarating mosaic will appeal to readers of all faiths’

       Publishers Weekly

      ‘Outstanding … To be a good writer takes courage. To be a good travel writer may take more. Dalrymple is a good writer in an absolutely unpretentious way. The trouble with many good modern minds is that they ignore the past. Dalrymple does not, and by telling us of the past as it is enveloped by the present he is also telling of the future. He is not a prophet, simply one of the very few good, honest writers left’

      DOM MORAES, Outlook

       Dedication

       For my parents with love and gratitude

      Table of Contents

       Cover

       Title Page

       Copyright

       Praise

       Dedication

       I.

       II.

       III.

       THE BARON HOTEL, ALEPPO, SYRIA, 28 AUGUST 1994

       IV.

       HOTEL CAVALIER, BEIRUT, LEBANON, 23 SEPTEMBER 1994

       V.

       THE MONASTERY OF MAR SABA, ISRAELI-OCCUPIED WEST BANK, 24 OCTOBER 1994

       VI.

       HOTEL METROPOLE, ALEXANDRIA, EGYPT, 1 DECEMBER 1994

       KEEP READING

       GLOSSARY

       BIBLIOGRAPHY OF PRINCIPAL SOURCES

       INDEX

       ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS

       About the Author

       Also by William Dalrymple

       About the Publisher

I

      My cell is bare and austere. It has white walls and a flagstone floor. Only two pieces of furniture break the severity of its emptiness: in one corner stands an olive-wood writing desk, in the other an iron bedstead. The latter is covered with a single white sheet, starched as stiff as a nun’s wimple.

      Through the open window I can see a line of black habits: the monks at work in the vegetable garden, a monastic chain-gang hoeing the cabbage patch before the sun sets and the wooden simandron calls them in for compline. Beyond the garden is a vineyard, silhouetted against the bleak black pyramid of the Holy Mountain.

      All is quiet now but for the distant breaking of surf on the jetty and the faint echo and clatter of metal plates in the monastery kitchens. The silence and solemnity of the place is hardly designed to raise the spirits, but you