Only the second book I have abandoned reading in the last five years, I usually finish a book at any cost, but dear Gods, I can't abide another sentence of this tedious drivel.
I had actually looked forward to this. I read 'Her-Bak' and 'Serpent in the Sky' years ago and although they were a bit dry, I gained a lot from them.
Despite the title, there are only passing references to Egypt. I had expected a book which would refer to actual Egyptian myths and beliefs. This, however, includes chapters on Karma and Reincarnation. Ancient Egypt was a highly stratified society, but I find no references to Karma per se in their myths. As for reincarnation, this would appear to most definitely *not* have been any part of Egyptian belief judging by their funerary texts. Fantasy. Pure fucking fantasy.
Add to the fact that you can't read a paragraph without starting to snore. I don't know whether the author or the translator is to blame, but this is the most boring, repetitive, colourless drivel it has ever been my misfortune to inflict upon my brain.
Enough, already!
I returned to this in 2021 because I hate to leave a book unfinished.
It was even worse than I remembered.
On the plus side, not all of the ideas are hogwash, some I actually agree with, though the perspective is different and the premise upon which the author bases her argument is usually false. But there are three major problems with this book, and since it contains nothing which cannot be found in better words and with a better philosophical underpinning elsewhere, I cannot recommend it at all. The problems are:
Firstly, none of the contents relate to Ancient Egypt and its beliefs or philosophies. This is all regurgitated Theosophical twaddle, not authentic Egyptian mystery traditions as exhaustively recorded and published elsewhere. In other words, the entire claim of the book is a lie. This is not, in any of its aspects, representative of "the Wisdom Teachings of Ancient Egypt". This claim is absolutely and demonstratively false.
Secondly, the tone is one of holier than thou piety and is nauseating and aggravating in the extreme.
Thirdly, the prose is so turgid and convoluted as to be impenetrable, completely opaque and determined to crush out the last faint spark of interest or care in the tedious harangue. All the obstinate reader - and believe me, you have to bull-headed to insist upon finishing reading this tripe - is trudge dully on, weeping at how slowly the bone dry text is passing beneath the eyes. By the time the end of a page is reached and it is mercifully turned, its contents are forgotten, since the brain has long since rebelled against registering what is read.
You might enjoy it if you like that sort of thing.