The Poison Belt
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The Poison Belt was the second story, a novella, that Sir Arthur Conan Doyle wrote about Professor Challenger. Written in 1913, roughly a year before the outbreak of World War I, much of it takes place--rather oddly, given that it follows The Lost World, a story set in the jungle--in a room in Challenger's house. This would be the last story written about Challenger until the 1920s, by which time Doyle's spiritualist beliefs had begun to affect his writing.
Sir Arthur Conan Doyle
Arthur Conan Doyle was a British writer and physician. He is the creator of the Sherlock Holmes character, writing his debut appearance in A Study in Scarlet. Doyle wrote notable books in the fantasy and science fiction genres, as well as plays, romances, poetry, non-fiction, and historical novels.
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- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5A trend which can be observed in publishing for a few years now is to publish small books, rather than thicker ones. Various publishers bring out titles such "short introductions", "essentials" or even "short biographies". This trend is likely to find following in the e-book commerce, selling short stories singled out from the collections they originally belonged to. The Hesperus Press is a proponent of this trend, bringing out small, handsomely printed volumes of "around 100 pages", sometimes just below, sometimes just over, up to 130 pages, as in the case of The tragedy of the Korosko by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle.Sir Arthur Conan Doyle was a very prolific and very productive writer, best known for the Sherlock Holmes stories, beside very different genres such a the Professor Challenger stories, historical novels and a variety of other works, to which The tragedy of the Korosko belongs, published in 1898.Each volume in the series published by the Hesperus Press is preceded by a foreword, usually by well-known writers, who, however, are not experts on the author. They make for interesting reading, as they provide some insight through the eyes of another reader, but not just anybody. Some of these introductory essays are very interesting in themselves. I felt the foreword to this edition, written by Tony Robinson was neither particularly interesting not insightful, pondering too much on parallels between the story and Arab (sic!) terrorism in our day, and raising provocative questions such as "Why is there a British presence in the Near east?", Wherein lies its moral authority?" and "Why do so many Arabs hate us"? These are questions that are on the mind of Mr Robinson, just as he opens with a mistaken panic situations, referring extensively to the 9-11 attacks. While quoting Conan Doyle mindlessly, Robinson never shows the fruit of the wisdom that "fear (..) seldom helps us come to balanced conclusions". (The foreword was written in 2003.)Telling us more about himself, and his short visit to Egypt, Robinson forgets to tell the reader that Arthur Conan Doyle lived in Egypt from the autumn of 1895 till 1899, where he witnessed clashes between British troops and the Dervishes. This stay in Egypt provided him with the material for the book. On the other hand, I would surmise that the general reader, like myself, would know very little about the modern history of Egypt, and therefore could not come close to answering Mr Robinson's confusing and misguided questions. In fact, Egypt would not become a British Protectorate until 1914, although the British presence was felt strongly before that as Great Britain rescued Egypt from a debt crisis, as huge national debts had accrued following the construction of the Suez Canal.However, such political backgrounds are not necessary to read Conan Doyle's stories. Many, is not most of his works are exciting diversions. Egypt inspired him to write some blood-curdling horror stories, particularly The ring of Thoth and Lot 249. The tragedy of the Korosko can be read in the same way as a number of other Africa-related adventure stories, such as the Alan Quartermain novels by Sir Rider Haggard.The tragedy of the Korosko tells the story of a group of Western tourists, some British, American, a Frenchman, etc who set out on a boating trip to do some sightseeing. Characterization follows some amusing national stereotypes, as the story unfolds and the tourists are captured and carried away by a band of ruthless marauders. The story is very entertaining, bringing together a number of stock piled ideas about arrogance and civilisation on the part of the Westerners, ruthlessness on the part of the marauders, and their fixation of the muslim faith, against the backdrop of the desert, with Camel caravans, Oases, the fearsome prospects of their destiny of being sold on the slave market in Karthoum and their hope of rescue before their captors transport them beyond the reach of the British garrison.I was unlucky that my copy, bought in 2004, was a misprint, so 30 pages were printed twice, while another 30 pages were missing, at the beginning of the book. However, this was easily remedied as the books is available as an e-book from The Gutenberg Project in two versions, A Desert Drama and The tragedy of the Korosko.Excellent reading.
- Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5A wonderful little gem by Conan Doyle. This is a gripping short novel about a party of European tourists kidnapped by bandits in Egypt. It has some modern things to say about relationships between the West and the Muslim world, albeit told with 19th century presumptions about the innate superiority of the former over the latter and especially of Christianity over Islam. The plot is genuinely gripping in a modern thriller sense and I found I cared for the fate of the main characters and was shocked when any of them were killed. My Hesperus edition has a beautiful cover and lovely clear typeface, which added to the reading pleasure . This should be better known - I picked this up by chance in a charity shop and had never heard of it before.
- Rating: 3 out of 5 stars3/5The copy that I read was a nice 1898 2nd edition of one of Sir Arthur Conan Doyle's non-Sherlock Holmes novels. I just finished this delightful adventure novel where a group of English and French men and women are on a pleasure cruise up the Nile in Egypt. When a small party of them agree to a short day trip excursion to see a few monuments, they are ambushed in the desert by Arabian Dervishes. Attacked, some are killed, others kidnapped, and the survivors are taken on a long camel caravan ride through a scorching hot desert only to await their fate. There are a lot of great illustrations throughout the book by artist S. Paget. Fun story, I very much enjoyed it.
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The Poison Belt - Sir Arthur Conan Doyle
978-963-524-063-0
Chapter 1
The Blurring of Lines
It is imperative that now at once, while these stupendous events are still clear in my mind, I should set them down with that exactness of detail which time may blur. But even as I do so, I am overwhelmed by the wonder of the fact that it should be our little group of the Lost World
—Professor Challenger, Professor Summerlee, Lord John Roxton, and myself—who have passed through this amazing experience.
When, some years ago, I chronicled in the Daily Gazette our epoch-making journey in South America, I little thought that it should ever fall to my lot to tell an even stranger personal experience, one which is unique in all human annals and must stand out in the records of history as a great peak among the humble foothills which surround it. The event itself will always be marvellous, but the circumstances that we four were together at the time of this extraordinary episode came about in a most natural and, indeed, inevitable fashion. I will explain the events which led up to it as shortly and as clearly as I can, though I am well aware that the fuller the detail upon such a subject the more welcome it will be to the reader, for the public curiosity has been and still is insatiable.
It was upon Friday, the twenty-seventh of August—a date forever memorable in the history of the world—that I went down to the office of my paper and asked for three days' leave of absence from Mr. McArdle, who still presided over our news department. The good old Scotchman shook his head, scratched his dwindling fringe of ruddy fluff, and finally put his reluctance into words.
I was thinking, Mr. Malone, that we could employ you to advantage these days. I was thinking there was a story that you are the only man that could handle as it should be handled.
I am sorry for that,
said I, trying to hide my disappointment. Of course if I am needed, there is an end of the matter. But the engagement was important and intimate. If I could be spared—
Well, I don't see that you can.
It was bitter, but I had to put the best face I could upon it. After all, it was my own fault, for I should have known by this time that a journalist has no right to make plans of his own.
Then I'll think no more of it,
said I with as much cheerfulness as I could assume at so short a notice. What was it that you wanted me to do?
Well, it was just to interview that deevil of a man down at Rotherfield.
You don't mean Professor Challenger?
I cried.
Aye, it's just him that I do mean. He ran young Alec Simpson of the Courier a mile down the high road last week by the collar of his coat and the slack of his breeches. You'll have read of it, likely, in the police report. Our boys would as soon interview a loose alligator in the zoo. But you could do it, I'm thinking—an old friend like you.
Why,
said I, greatly relieved, this makes it all easy. It so happens that it was to visit Professor Challenger at Rotherfield that I was asking for leave of absence. The fact is, that it is the anniversary of our main adventure on the plateau three years ago, and he has asked our whole party down to his house to see him and celebrate the occasion.
Capital!
cried McArdle, rubbing his hands and beaming through his glasses. Then you will be able to get his opeenions out of him. In any other man I would say it was all moonshine, but the fellow has made good once, and who knows but he may again!
Get what out of him?
I asked. What has he been doing?
Haven't you seen his letter on 'Scientific Possibeelities' in to-day's Times?
No.
McArdle dived down and picked a copy from the floor.
Read it aloud,
said he, indicating a column with his finger. I'd be glad to hear it again, for I am not sure now that I have the man's meaning clear in my head.
This was the letter which I read to the news editor of the Gazette:—
SCIENTIFIC POSSIBILITIES
Sir,—I have read with amusement, not wholly unmixed with some less complimentary emotion, the complacent and wholly fatuous letter of James Wilson MacPhail which has lately appeared in your columns upon the subject of the blurring of Fraunhofer's lines in the spectra both of the planets and of the fixed stars. He dismisses the matter as of no significance. To a wider intelligence it may well seem of very great possible importance—so great as to involve the ultimate welfare of every man, woman, and child upon this planet. I can hardly hope, by the use of scientific language, to convey any sense of my meaning to those ineffectual people who gather their ideas from the columns of a daily newspaper. I will endeavour, therefore, to condescend to their limitation and to indicate the situation by the use of a homely analogy which will be within the limits of the intelligence of your readers.
Man, he's a wonder—a living wonder!
said McArdle, shaking his head reflectively. He'd put up the feathers of a sucking-dove and set up a riot in a Quakers' meeting. No wonder he has made London too hot for him. It's a peety, Mr. Malone, for it's a grand brain! We'll let's have the analogy.
We will suppose,
I read, "that a small bundle of connected corks was launched in a sluggish current upon a voyage across the Atlantic. The corks drift slowly on from day to day with the same conditions all round them. If the corks were sentient we could imagine that they would consider these conditions to be permanent and assured. But we, with our superior knowledge, know that many things might happen to surprise the corks. They might possibly float up against a ship, or a sleeping whale, or become entangled in seaweed. In any case, their voyage would probably end by their being thrown up on the rocky coast of Labrador. But what could they know of all this while they drifted so gently day by day in what they thought was a limitless and homogeneous ocean?
Your readers will possibly comprehend that the Atlantic, in this parable, stands for the mighty ocean of ether through which we drift and that the bunch of corks represents the little and obscure planetary system to which we belong. A third-rate sun, with its rag tag and bobtail of insignificant satellites, we float under the same daily conditions towards some unknown end, some squalid catastrophe which will overwhelm us at the ultimate confines of space, where we are swept over an etheric Niagara or dashed upon some unthinkable Labrador. I see no room here for the shallow and ignorant optimism of your correspondent, Mr. James Wilson MacPhail, but many reasons why we should watch with a very close and interested attention every indication of change in those cosmic surroundings upon which our own ultimate fate may depend."
Man, he'd have made a grand meenister,
said McArdle. It just booms like an organ. Let's get doun to what it is that's troubling him.
The general blurring and shifting of Fraunhofer's lines of the spectrum point, in my opinion, to a widespread cosmic change of a subtle and singular character. Light from a planet is the reflected light of the sun. Light from a star is a self-produced light. But the spectra both from planets and stars have, in this instance, all undergone the same change. Is it, then, a change in those planets and stars? To me such an idea is inconceivable. What common change could simultaneously come upon them all? Is it a change in our own atmosphere? It is possible, but in the highest degree improbable, since we see no signs of it around us, and chemical analysis has failed to reveal it. What, then, is the third possibility? That it may be a change in the conducting medium, in that infinitely fine ether which extends from star to star and pervades the whole universe. Deep in that ocean we are floating upon a slow current. Might that current not drift us into belts of ether which are novel and have properties of which we have never conceived? There is a change somewhere. This cosmic disturbance of the spectrum proves it. It may be a good change. It may be an evil one. It may be a neutral one. We do not know. Shallow observers