REVIEW BY TAHIR SHAH, AUTHOR OF THE CALIPH’S HOUSE AND IN ARABIAN NIGHTS
Just about everyone I meet is writing a book.
At parties and dinners they usually trap me in a corner between a potted plant and a wall, and they harangue me about a their masterwork. As a published author they expect I’ll be able to smooth the way up the long hard slope to Print-hood and success.
Most of the time I tell Would-be-writer dinner guests that they’re fabulous, and that they’re assured easy success, because of their rare and blatant talent. I tell them that because most people only want attention and, when they’ve been given it, they move on to someone else.
Sometimes, at the end of a long evening of being savaged by Would-be-writers, I lash out and hint at the truth – that the first 100,000 words that most people knock out ought to be chucked in the trash right away. It’s the dirty water that comes through pipes that have never been used.
But once in a while you come across an author who hits the mark first off in the most lively, and enlivening way.
Jennifer Steil is one such writer.
It’s clear to me from the first line of her sleek, intelligent and charming book, that she has done her time in that gymnasium of authorship, the newspaper world. There is nothing like it to build the craft, although the majority of writers these days seem to shun it like the plague.
As a result, Jennifer doesn’t waste words. And, more importantly, she knows how to use them, like a mason selecting the right rock for a spot in a dry stone wall.
It would be enough for this first book to be a delight, which it is, but it captures something far deeper and far more poignant. Through it, she has reached the hallowed ground of the most successful travel writers. By this, I mean that she has triumphed in showing a place, revealing the sensibilities of a people and events, through anecdotes rather than direct description. It’s something which most writers fail miserably at, but a one that has the ability to depict a society in the most enticing way – from the inside out.
I won’t waste space here detailing the ins and outs of Jennifer’s story in Yemen, because I coax anyone with an interest in the East-West dynamic to read her prose for themselves. But I will preface the book by saying that it is an extraordinary achievement: both eloquent and elegant, hilarious in parts but, most of all, sensible to a society so differing from her own.
Tahir Shah
Author of The Caliph’s House and In Arabian Nights