Desiring Cairo. Louisa Young

      

      DESIRING CAIRO

      The Angeline Gower Trilogy

      Louisa Young

       Copyright

      The Borough Press

      An imprint of HarperCollinsPublishers

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      Published by The Borough Press 2015

      First published by Flamingo, an imprint of HarperCollinsPublishers 1999

      Copyright © Louisa Young 1999

      Louisa Young asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work

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      This novel is entirely a work of fiction. The names, characters and incidents portrayed in it are the work of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or localities is entirely coincidental.

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      Source ISBN: 9780007577996

      Ebook Edition © 2015 ISBN: 9780007397013

      Version: 2015-09-07

       Praise for The Angeline Gower Trilogy:

      ‘Funny, sexy and tender’ ESTHER FREUD

      ‘Spectacularly worth reading’ The Times

      ‘A stylishly literate thriller’ Marie Claire

      ‘You will keep coming back to this book when you should be doing something else’ LOUIS DE BERNIÈRES

      ‘Exciting, compelling and tense’ Time Out

      ‘Funny and scary. In writing honestly and unsentimentally, Young celebrates the unequivocal nature of parental love with verve and style’ Mail on Sunday

      ‘Wry, perky, entertaining’ Observer

      ‘Engaging, wise-cracking, likeable, brilliantly sustained … funny, humane and utterly readable’ Good Housekeeping

       Dedication

      For Isabel Adomakoh Young, the lovely daughter

      ‘I do believe that, with all its drawbacks, Egypt is the most interesting and convenient country that a lady can travel over’

      ELIOT WARBURTON, 1845

      Contents

       Cover

       Title Page

      Copyright

      Praise

      Dedication

       Epigraph

      Introduction

      Chapter One: Hakim

      Chapter Two: Luxor

Chapter Three: Talking about Gary Cooper

Chapter Four: Hakim’s Business, Harry’s News

Chapter Five: Next

Chapter Six: Tell Mama

Chapter Seven: Brighton

       Chapter Eight: Harry Cooks Dinner

       Chapter Nine: Sunday Night

       Chapter Ten: Sa’id

       Chapter Eleven: The Funeral

       Chapter Twelve: Dinner with Sa’id

       Chapter Thirteen: Tell Your Own Mama

       Chapter Fourteen: Chrissie, Get Out of My Bath

       Chapter Fifteen: Sunday Night Coming Down Again

       Chapter Sixteen: ‘You are dearer than my days, you are more beautiful than my dreams’

       Chapter Seventeen: I Wish I Was in Egypt

       Chapter Eighteen: What Harry Knows

       Chapter Nineteen: The Madness Sets In

       Chapter Twenty: Cairo

       Chapter Twenty-One: Family Life

       Chapter Twenty-Two: Let’s Go to the Bank

       Chapter Twenty-Three: Give Me Your Hands

       Chapter Twenty-Four: Semiramis

       Chapter Twenty-Five: God, when he created the world, put a great sea between the Muslims and the Christians, ‘for a reason’

       Chapter Twenty-Six: The End, and the Beginning

       Acknowledgements

       About the Author

       Also by Louisa Young

       About the Publisher

       Introduction

      I wrote these novels a long time ago. I spent my days correcting the grammar at the Sunday Times, and my nights writing. I could no longer travel the world doing features about born-again Christian bike gangs in New Jersey, or women salt-miners in Gujarat, or the Mr and Mrs Perfect Couple of America Pageant in Galveston, Texas, which was the sort of thing I had been doing up until then. I had to stay still. I had a baby. Babies focus the mind admirably: any speck of time free has to be made the most of.

      I had £300 saved up, so I put the baby and the manuscript in the back of a small car and drove to Italy, where we lived in some rooms attached to a tiny church in a village which was largely abandoned, other than for some horses and some aristocrats. A nice girl groom took the baby to the sea each day in my car while I stared at the pages thinking: ‘If I don’t demonstrate some belief in this whole notion of novels, and me as a novelist, then why should anyone else?’

      Re-reading these books now, I think, ‘Christ! Such energy!’ I was so young – so full of beans. I described the plot