What do you think?
Rate this book


553 pages, Paperback
First published August 6, 2004
The city seemed to him listless and spiritless, its harbour a mere cemetery, its famous cafés, Pastroudis and Baudrot, no longer twinkled with music and lights. "For posters and advertisements have vanished, everything is in Arabic; in our time, film posters were billed in several languages with Arabic subtitles, so to speak." [. . .] All about him lay Iskandariya, the uncomprehensible Arabic of its inhabitants translatable only into emptiness.
Valiant are you who fought and fell gloriously;
fearless of those who were everywhere victorious.
Blameless, even if Diaeos and Critolaos were at fault.
When the Greeks want to boast,
"Our nation turns out such men" they will say
of you. And thus marvellous will be your praise. --
Written in Alexandria by an Achaean;
in the seventh year of Ptolemy Lathyrus.