From: Lee Corbin (lcorbin@tsoft.com)
Date: Sun Oct 13 2002 - 00:04:27 MDT
It's been many years since I've sat bolt upright
hanging on every single word of an adventure
story, an adventure story, moreover, that is
completely true as chronicled by steadfast
Spanish priests and diarists.
I strongly commend the small book "Tales of the
Equator" by Gianni Guadalupi and Antony Shugaar.
Chapter 2, beginning on page 24, is the story of
"The Unfortunate Conquistador", and El Dorado.
Utterly and absolutely mesmerizing to anyone
with an interest in history or adventure, I
would think.
And now I have come to chapter eight entitled
"Joan of Arc of the Congo", leaving behind tales
of South America and beginning the tales of the
second largest continent. It begins
"In 1483, *annus fatalis* (Latin for "fateful
year"), an immense canoe, unlike anything that
had ever been seen before, topped by vast white
wings that glittered in the strong African
sunlight, emerged from the crashing rollers of
the great western ocean and slowly began to sail
up the estuary of a broad and majestic river.
The onlookers lining the riverbanks stood rooted
to the spot in amazement."
And this promises to be as entertaining, informative,
exciting, and poignant as "The Unfortunate
Conquistador".
(The alert reader will however, find an astronomical
error in the first pages of the book where the
authors don't understand the analemma at all.)
Lee
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