A Thousand Miles Up the Nile by Amelia B. Edwards

Egypt pyramid Nile River travelogue

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It is my hope, gentle reader, that you will not find me presumptuous in believing that you will enjoy, as I did, A Thousand Miles Up the Nile, by Amelia B. Edwards.  I dare to bring this literary work to your gracious attention, believing that it will be a source of entertainment, as well as of novelty and erudition, from henceforth, to all who heed the recommendation. This travelogue, descriptive of a journey to Egypt undertaken in the year 1873, will usher you into a different era, and from hence into the marvels of Egypt and the magnificence of its’ landscape. Thus, you may while away a pleasant—

O.K., I was tempted to do the whole write-up that way but, to revert to the language of our less formal times, and lest the elegant expressions of a bygone day were to presently distract you from—Woops! I’ll try again.

The detailed descriptions in this book of the sites, architecture, and scenery of Egypt in 1873 allowed me to enjoy things vicariously that I would enjoy seeing in person very much.  It’s also interesting from historic and cultural standpoints.  The authors’ thoughts and observations are plentiful and give insight into her time.  It’s a travelogue and a Time Machine!  I genuinely felt transported in place and time as I read.  I was amazed at the descriptions of the debris around the tombs (not pretty!) and found the details of travel from the time fascinating.  I thought it was fun that the author and her unnamed companion “happened” into Egypt to get away from a season of almost never-ending rain at their original destination!  There are lots of adventures detailed along the way. It was truly an amazing journey.

Here’s a caveat.  This book is being recommended as a “Bedside Book.”  Abibliophobe Books defines a “Bedside Book” as “A worthwhile book best read in increments of one or two chapters at a time, rendering it a crowning choice as the hour of sleep draws nigh, due to—Yikes, sorry!  A “Bedside Book” is a good read, most enjoyable in small doses, in this case due partly to a preponderance of magnificent phraseology, then which nothing could be bolder, thus creating an impression at once ineffaceable and brilliant yet—O.K., O.K., it’s at times wordy, so savor it in small doses.

I want to make it clear that “Bedside Book” is not a pejorative designation at all.  It is particularly important to the Abibliophobe to have a “Bedside Book” or two, or twenty or so, or more, if possible, around.  These books have the merit of being good reads without being impossible to put down once begun.  It’s the only way for some people to resist regularly pulling all-nighters.

Therefore, you will presently, dear reader— Hey, enjoy the book!


This Abibliophobe