Mahmoud the rich Islamic merchant tells the story of his fluctuating fortunes to his seven nephews, all eager to discover the secrets of his success.
And what a scurrilous, immoral story it is too! With a winning combination of grandiloquence and mock humility Mahmoud regales his captive audience with a shameless litany of the lies and luck which saw him rise from rags to riches more than once.
At the risk of dissuading you from reading this witty and entertaining satire on capitalism and basic human greed, I will provide the simple secret of Mahmoud's success, as he himself expresses it:
'one, the unceasing appetite to snatch and hold from all and at every season ; the other, that profound mystery, the Mercy of God.'
The irreverent tone of Mahmoud's narrative is underlined by its ongoing serialisation between the end of the latest public executions and 'the intolerable shriek of the Muezzin,' more of which in a moment. The merchant has chosen this moment between punishment and prayer with pointed consideration:
'No pastime affords greater relief from the dull, everyday round of buying and selling; while the contrast between one's own pleasant position and that of the pauper who is to be beheaded, adds a zest which I recommend to all men of affairs.'
All this is highly piquant and amusing, but is it Islamophobic? Substantially not, to a small degree yes. During his career of infamy Mahmoud, among other unlikely exploits invents paper money, the stock exchange, and life insurance - hallmarks of Western capitalism, not Islam.
Then there is that derogatory reference to the daily Muslim call to prayer, reiterated each chapter with a similarly unflattering adjective. And there are also Belloc's other writings. He was an ardent Catholic who saw Islam as a threat to his own religion.
So the ayatollah might not find much to laugh about in these pages, but funny is funny in my book.