The places in between / Rory Stewart.
Record details
- ISBN: 0156031566
- Physical Description: 299 p. ; 21 cm.
- Edition: 1st U.S. ed.
- Publisher: Orlando : Harcourt, Inc., 2006.
Content descriptions
General Note: | Originally published: London : Picador, 2004. "A harvest original." |
Summary, etc.: | In January 2002 Rory Stewart walked across Afghanistan--surviving by his wits, his knowledge of Persian dialects and Muslim customs, and the kindness of strangers. By day he passed through mountains covered in nine feet of snow, hamlets burned and emptied by the Taliban, and communities thriving amid the remains of medieval civilizations. By night he slept on villagers' floors, shared their meals, and listened to their stories of the recent and ancient past. Along the way he met heroes and rogues, tribal elders and teenage soldiers, Taliban commanders and foreign-aid workers. He was also adopted by an unexpected companion--a retired fighting mastiff he named Babur in honor of Afghanistan's first Mughal emperor, in whose footsteps the pair was following. Through these encounters--by turns touching, confounding, surprising, and funny--Stewart makes tangible the forces of tradition, ideology, and allegiance that shape life in the map's countless places in between.--From publisher description. |
Target Audience Note: | Adult Follett Library Resources |
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Subject: | Stewart, Rory > Travel > Afghanistan. Afghanistan > Description and travel. Afghanistan > Social life and customs. |
Topic Heading: | JBHS Suggested Summer Reading |
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- 1 of 1 copy available at Scoville Memorial Library - Salisbury.
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The Places in Between
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Excerpt
The Places in Between
The New Civil ServiceI watched two men enter the lobby of the Hotel Mowafaq. Most Afghans seemed to glide up the center of the lobby staircase with their shawls trailing behind them like Venetian cloaks. But these men wore Western jackets, walked quietly, and stayed close to the banister. I felt a hand on my shoulder. It was the hotel manager. Follow them. He had never spoken to me before. Im sorry, no, I said. I am busy. Now. They are from the government. I followed him to a room on a floor I didnt know existed and he told me to take off my shoes and enter alone in my socks. The two men were seated on a heavy blackwood sofa, beside an aluminum spittoon. They were still wearing their shoes. I smiled. They did not. The lace curtains were drawn and there was no electricity in the city; the room was dark. Chi kar mikonid? (What are you doing?) asked the man in the black suit and collarless Iranian shirt. I expected him to stand and, in the normal way, shake hands and wish me peace. He remained seated. Salaam aleikum (Peace be with you), I said, and sat down. Waleikum a-salaam. Chi kar mikonid? he repeated quietly, leaning back and running his fat manicured hand along the purple velveteen arm of the sofa. His bouffant hair and goatee were neatly trimmed. I was conscious of not having shaved in eight weeks. I have explained what I am doing many times to His Excellency, Yuzufi, in the Foreign Ministry, I said. I was told to meet him again now. I am late. A pulse was beating strongly in my neck. I tried to breathe slowly. Neither of us spoke. After a little while, I looked away. The thinner man drew out a small new radio, said something into it, and straightened his stiff jacket over his traditional shirt. I didnt need to see the shoulder holster. I had already guessed they were members of the Security Service. They did not care what I said or what I thought of them. They had watched people through hidden cameras in bedrooms, in torture cells, and on execution grounds. They knew that, however I presented myself, I could be reduced. But why had they decided to question me? In the silence, I heard a car reversing in the courtyard and then the first notes of the call to prayer. Lets go, said the man in the black suit. He told me to walk in front. On the stairs, I passed a waiter to whom I had spoken. He turned away. I was led to a small Japanese car parked on the dirt forecourt. The cars paint job was new and it had been washed recently. They told me to sit in the back. There was nothing in the pockets or on the floorboards. It looked as though the car had just come from the factory. Without saying anything, they turned onto the main boulevard. It was January 2002. The American-led coalition was ending its bombardment of the Tora Bora complex; Usama Bin Laden and Mullah Mohammed Omar had escaped; operations in Gardez were beginning. The new government taking over from the Taliban had been in place for two weeks. The laws banning Excerpted from The Places in Between by Rory Stewart All rights reserved by the original copyright owners. Excerpts are provided for display purposes only and may not be reproduced, reprinted or distributed without the written permission of the publisher.