Author:
James Patterson & Martin Dugard
Publisher: Little,
Brown and Company
ISBN: 978-0316034043
Pages: 352
I
have loved all things Egypt since I was in elementary school. I read
all the school library books, did reports on mummification and the
afterlife and as an adult, I've visited Egypt, the pyramids, the
Valley of the Kings etc. I was in awe at the King Tut exhibit in the
Cairo museum, as I think are most people. The gold death mask
gleamed in the bright lights and the smooth, child-like face of the
boy-king was haunting.
I was
trolling through the Wisconsin Public Library Consortium Digital
books and happened to stumble on Patterson's King Tut mystery. Now,
I'm not much of a mystery reader, but I recognized his name. This
will be good, I thought. Too bad that wasn't true. As fascinated as
I am by all things Egypt, I had a tough time making it through this
book.
The
story takes place in three time periods – Ancient Egypt, early
1900s and Howard Carter's life, and modern times Florida in
Patterson's office. Patterson book-ends Tutankhamen and Carter's
stories with his own writing and research of their times, which is
quite jolting. As for King Tut, he backtracks to grandfather, King
Amenhotep III, who, according to Patterson, dreaded installing to the
throne the “abomination” of Tut's father, Akhenaten, first known
as Amenhotep IV. Akenaten, along with Nefertiti, brought a
monotheistic view of religion to the Egyptian pantheon with the
worship of Aten and moving the royal center to Akhetaten, at the site
known today as Amarna. Patterson contends that there was great
in-fighting for the throne, with many considering Akenaten a traitor
to Egypt because of his lack of interest in conquest and traditional
religious rites. With his death, Tutankhamen was made Pharaoh, which
was cemented with his marriage to his half-sister, Ankhesenpaaten.
Patterson's portrayal of the royal intrigue rivals any daytime
soap-opera, with backstabbing and steamy sex included.
Carter's
life is portrayed as one of unfulfilled ambition. His taste for
Egypt was instilled by hanging out at the mansion of the wealthy
Amherst family, Didlington Hall. Carter hired on to be a sketch
artist in Egypt, a trade learned from his father. While there,
Carter dreamt of finding the elusive Tut's tomb. Carter's career
rose and fell with his ability to secure funding, and the whims of
the British/Egyptian diplomacy, but eventually he did find the tomb.
A few years after cataloging the find (which took several years),
Carter died in 1939 a lonely man in English, attended by few.
Patterson
boasts about the amount of research conducted by his partner,Martin
Dugard, but there seems to be a lot of speculating and fictionalizing
in this book. It is sub-titled “A Non-fiction Thriller” which
definitely is a misnomer – it was mostly fiction and decidedly not
a thriller. The short, choppy chapters were frustrating and the constant time-change was distracting.
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