The worst (or best) of it? Almost all the stories are true, and all the characters, if perhaps a little larger than life, are accurately portrayed. And Budge.oh, don't get me started on Budge's antics. Wilbour will always be the amiable "father of the beard," working hard to smooth away the ire of the snappish Reverend Sayce.
Petrie's illustrious name will conjure the man's tendency to eat canned peas after they had been left half-eaten, stewing and mouldering in the Egyptian sun. (I think the woman in the front might be Amelia herself.) After reading this book, every time you see a mention of DeMorgan's hallowed name in a museum or article, you will start giggling about his pathetically eager desire (at least, that portrayed in this novel) to be portrayed heroically in the Illustrated London Times: WARNING: do not read this novel if you plan to maintain any awe of Victorian archaeologists such as DeMorgan, Petrie, Wilbour, or Wallis Budge. Then the dig takes a turn for the worse when Amelia and Emerson start looking for answers in an ancient tomb without realizing that, very possibly, it's one that very soon could become their grave. At the same time she has to keep an eagle eye on her wayward son Rameses and his elegant and calculating cat and look into the mysterious disappearance of a mummy case. The dead man was an antiques dealer, killed in his shop, so when a sinister-looking Egyptian spotted at the crime scene turns up in Mazghunah, Amelia can't resist following his trail. Nothing in this barren spot seems of any interest but then a murder in Cairo changes all of that. Denied permission to dig at the pyramids of Dahshoor, Emerson is awarded instead the 'pyramids' of Mazghunah - countless mounds of rubble in the middle of nowhere. The irascible husband of Victorian Egyptologist Amelia Peabody is living up to his reputation as 'The Father of Curses'.
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