I lost my track somewhere in Azania a couple of weeks ago.
Now it's all darkness around me.
What I can recall is that this novel has one of the most exhilarating and sarcastic beginnings I have ever found.
'We, Seth, Emperor of Azania, Chief of the Chiefs of Sakuyu, Lord of Wanda and Tyrant of the Seas, Bachelor of the Arts of Oxford University, being in this the twenty-fourth year of our life, summoned by the wisdom of Almighty God and the unanimous voice of our people to the throne of our ancestors, do hereby proclaim..."
Ah, the Majestic Plural!
Oh, the catchy exoticism of the "Africanish" names!
Uh, the subtle omission of the Oxford comma!
I can almost hear Elgar's "Pomp and Circumstance" in the air.
But I can see someone or something approaching in the gloom, starless, and Austral night. A darker spot in the darkened dark out of Debra Dowa.
It's getting closer. It looks like the beginning of Chapter Three:
'Two days later news of the battle of Ukaka...'
These words will lead me back to the track. I will be back. Farewell.