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The Hawk of Egypt
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- GenresEgypt
240 pages, Paperback
First published January 1, 1922
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Joan Conquest
31 books3 followers(1883-1941) Pseudonym of UK author Mary Eliza Louise Cooke (Mrs Leonard Cooke)
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April 26, 2011
Yup, I read it. In about 20 minutes. And over the course of a weekend I read several other in this genre: Desert Love, Bandit Love, Harem Love, A Son of the Sahara, Zarah the Cruel, and The Camel in the Rye. Why? I'm curious about the history of the romance novel. There, I said it. I ain' proud. I'm trying to figure out connections between all the palpitating paragraphs in these racy, turban-knocking stories of white chicks hooking up with swarthy princes and D.H. Lawrence, Fitzgerald, and maybe a Virginia Woolf or Jean Rhys (haven't quite figured that part out). Because, seriously, the similarities exist. So much of modernism is supposedly a fleeing from emotion, and yet so much of modernism was about the externalization of sexuality that I'm firmly convinced modernists dipped their pens in the inkwells of heaving bosoms (not to mix my metaphors). So what you we get out of a book like this today? Wellll... for one thing you appreciate how E.M. Hull invented a whole genre with the popularity of The Sheik. Yes, every one of these books gasps for Rudolph Valentino to creep into your tent. And these books are hella racist. Good God (or Allah, excuse me), the shame poor princes of Persia are made to feel for not being opal of hue. Then, of course, you have white chicks. White chicks: how we love to make you the bane of the world. So much purity to protect, and yet so much miscegenation you want to wreak upon the world.
Still, you gotta love a book in which the hero declares his love thus:
"The floods of love drown me, the full-blossomed trees of passion throw their shade upon the surging waters, and, behold, the shade is that of tenderness. From the midst of the flood where I am likely to drown, I stretch my arms to the rocky shore where stands, looking towards me, the desire of my soul. Behold, my eyes have seen her, and behold, her hair is white, with hair like the desert at sunset, and eyes even as the pools of Lebanon. She is as a rod to be bent, and as a vase of perfume to be broken upon a night of love … a doe to be hunted at dawn, a mare to be spurred through the watches of night—”
It makes me wish Valentine's Day weren't 10 months away.
Even so, you gotta dig this stuff every once in a while. It's gets kinda boring to be hardboiled all the times. Just like constipation. The fun thing about books like this is you realized how exuberantly these writers were allowed to gush as their sentences bucked hard against the fleshy haunches of syntax. The title on this one is just so-so---I would have called it The Hawk of Loogie---but you gotta love how it was advertised: "A Novel without Asteriks." Because you know we only read hoping to catch some asterik. Plus, the auhor's name: Joan Conquest. It just feels good--like sand in your shorts.
Still, you gotta love a book in which the hero declares his love thus:
"The floods of love drown me, the full-blossomed trees of passion throw their shade upon the surging waters, and, behold, the shade is that of tenderness. From the midst of the flood where I am likely to drown, I stretch my arms to the rocky shore where stands, looking towards me, the desire of my soul. Behold, my eyes have seen her, and behold, her hair is white, with hair like the desert at sunset, and eyes even as the pools of Lebanon. She is as a rod to be bent, and as a vase of perfume to be broken upon a night of love … a doe to be hunted at dawn, a mare to be spurred through the watches of night—”
It makes me wish Valentine's Day weren't 10 months away.
Even so, you gotta dig this stuff every once in a while. It's gets kinda boring to be hardboiled all the times. Just like constipation. The fun thing about books like this is you realized how exuberantly these writers were allowed to gush as their sentences bucked hard against the fleshy haunches of syntax. The title on this one is just so-so---I would have called it The Hawk of Loogie---but you gotta love how it was advertised: "A Novel without Asteriks." Because you know we only read hoping to catch some asterik. Plus, the auhor's name: Joan Conquest. It just feels good--like sand in your shorts.
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May 21, 2026رواية "صقر مصر" لجوان كونكويست هي رواية كُتبت في أوائل القرن العشرين. تدور أحداثها في مصر، حيث تُجسّد نسيجًا غنيًا من العناصر الثقافية والتاريخية، مُتتبعةً رحلة داماريس هيثنكورت، الشابة التي تُبحر في متاهات الحب والهوية والمغامرة في أرض غريبة. تُلمّح الرواية إلى تفاعلاتها مع شخصيات آسرة، من بينها هيو كاردن علي الغامض، فضلًا عن سحر ومخاطر السوق المصري النابض بالحياة. تُعرّفنا بداية القصة على داماريس وهي تستكشف بازار القاهرة الصاخب، برفقة كلبها البولدوغ، ويلينغتون. تُصوّر الأوصاف الحية لمشاهد وأصوات وروائح السوق محيطها والديناميكيات الثقافية السائدة. وبينما تشق طريقها بين الحشود، ينجذب انتباهها إلى هيو كاردن علي، الذي يُثير فضولها تراثه المختلط وهدوؤه. تُمهّد الرواية لقصة حب ناشئة، وتتطرق في الوقت نفسه إلى مواضيع الأعراف الاجتماعية والصراعات الشخصية، لا سيما فيما يتعلق بسعي داماريس وراء المغامرة وسط فوضى الشرق الصاخبة. يُهيّئ هذا المشهد لتفاعلات درامية، وصراعات ثقافية، واستكشاف للهوية، مما يُشكّل بداية آسرة تدعو القراء إلى عالم ثريّ بالتعقيدات العاطفية والاجتماعية.
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November 9, 2017
(Hero)
I love you!!! I must have you!!!
I can’t have you!!! I shall go sulk in the desert…
Oh, pretty horse. I will make the pretty horse love me.
I love you!!! Love me, only pain and death can come of it.
Love me anyway!!!
(Heroine) at every opportunity
I love my dog. I love horses.
I might like someone, but I won’t tell you.
Oh, danger…
(True Hero)
Why can’t I tell her I love her?
(Supporting Cast)
Because then she won’t love you!
(Villian, female, 14, all-powerful)
I love True Hero! I will have him if I have to kill!
Go, get him for me!
(Reader)
Gag. Roll eyes. Give up.
Resolve once more not to try Romance books.
August 17, 2016
This book is full of beauty, ugliness, romance, racism, violence, and mysticism. First published in 1922. I listened to this as a free audio download from LibriVox.org.
February 4, 2011
A sad, sad book.
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September 17, 2016حد عنده او يعرف يجيب رابط نسخة مترجمة؟
i need it translated into arabic
i need it translated into arabic
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