Between this book and Oates' *With Malice Towards None*, 2024 is turning out to be a landmark year in my reading of nonfiction. Oates' Lincoln biography convinced me that nonfiction can be written every bit as compellingly as fiction, and *The Mummy Congress* has shown that the whole "personal journey" style of science nonfiction writing can actually work. Heather Pringle takes herself and her readers on a journey stretching from the history of mummies from South America to the importance of mummification in Ancient Egypt and even the preservation of dead leaders in Russia in a way that never felt bland or even forced.
The books starts with our author attending the third instance of the World Congress of Mummy Studies, a small but passionate gathering of international experts on the subject who showed up in Arica, Chile to give each other presentations and swap historical and scientific research news. Heather Pringle was attending as a reporter, as an outsider, but that didn't stop her from getting pulled into the spirit of things by the experts' passions for the dead. This lead her to interview a host of historians and scientists from all over the globe; those are the encounters that inform most of this book. A typical section's setup is seen in the second chapter, THE DISSECTOR'S KNIFE, where Pringle is feeling mummy withdrawals after returning from the conference and seeks out one of the world's greatest authorities on mummification, Art Aufderheide, whom she meets in Egypt to get some perspective on one of the fiercest debates in modern mummy studies: is it morally okay to dissect and eternally deface a mummy? Aufderheide believes so (see the chapter title) even though his dissections, which Pringles observes, leaves our narrative guide unconvinced.
Future chapters usually have a distinct purpose which might serve as umbrella to several subject-matter experts that Pringle had the chance to meet. For example, the third chapter (HOSTS) features perspectives from several different researchers who believed that examining ancient bodies can inform us about how parasites and diseases work to this day and possibly save lives. Other chapters look at the old practice of selling mummy dust, whether or not mummies can tell us if our ancestors were on drugs, if they hold the secrets to the white man's history in entering China, the 20th-and-21st-century Russian sect of the Mausoleumists who embalmed Lenin's body and have kept it on display for decades upon decades, how mummification interacted with the Catholic class of the Incorruptibles, how a famous mummy named the Yge Girl was mummified in Netherland bogs and how exhibition and scientific rights were fought over, how American Egyptologist George Glidodn unwrapped mummies for public skeptical in Virgina and New Orleans in the mid-1800s, and so much more. Each topic's expert guide is usually painted in a colorful manner when we hear about their research credentials, and it all flows together to create a seamless reading experience that excited me about mummies for one of the first times in my life.
Honestly - if you'll allow me to get all sweeping and esoteric here - I think this book embodies everything that nonfiction is meant to do. That objective is usually simply stated as "to educate," but I believe that a more elegant way of putting it is "to give context to the world around us," and that's just what this book did. Foe example, an interview between Tucker Carlson and Vladimir Putin took place several days after I finished this book, and when I watched part of it, the tale of the Mausoleumists informed me about some of Putin's long speech on the ethnic and political history of Russia. And just two books after this one I read a collection of Chilean literary short fiction called *Last Evenings on Earth* by a Roberto Blanco, and having the imagery of Arica that this book painted in my head changed how I viewed geographical threads in some of those stories. And when I've thought of mummies for this reason or that reason within the last week, I no longer have this kind of garrish image of Egyptian semiology; I have a more well-rounded view of the practice as it's stood throughout time for reasons as vast and varied as worship, respect, and, in the Chileans' case, a probable refusal to let one's children go.
This glut of worldview-enhancing information is largely possible because Heather Pringle took us on a journey with her, even though the other nonfiction I've read written in this manner (which I'll admit isn't too much because 70% of what I read is science fiction) has accomplished what this book has. For example, I read *Black Hole Blues and Other Songs* by Jenna Levin a few years back, and that was about the discovery of astronomical waveforms through the people who discovered it and the journeys they went through; it's got a cool concept, but I found it dull and uninspiring. I didn't find the writing sophisticated. Here, the writing was sophisticated, and while we got an idea of Pringle's personality and philosophy (as we always should), I never felt that her persona overpowered the educational narrative I wanted.
Pringle does write more like a nonfiction writer than a fiction one (the latter of which being the ultimate hallmark of a nonfiction writer, in my slightly unmeaningful opinion), but she never came off as blocky or unliterary. The "prose" is smooth and, above all seamless, and the transitions between research figures and different subjects are clean and help make this book fun to read despite its macabre subject matter. I don't know what else I can say other than continuing to blurt out random tangents that Pringle went on here or there, so I suppose you'll have to take her literary finesse at my word until you read this yourself.
Still, it is hard for nonfiction to engage me as well as a finely written piece of fiction, so *The Mummy Congress* - which admittedly took me a little while to get into despite its smooth and structurally sound opening - only manages an 8/10. "Only" for a piece of nonfiction... what kind of snob am I becoming? Regardless of the deep and meaningful answer to that, I am becoming a solid appreciator of nonfiction works, and I hope to read more like this throughout the rest of the year, and maybe not make similar books wait over two-and-a-half years to be read after acquiring them... then again, a little bit of Purgatory (bibliographic or otherwise) never hurt anyone, even the corpses bound to become tomorrow's experiments, conversation pieces, and expressions of our collective consciousness...