This sequel…is, like its predecessor, a story of high adventure in the wilds of interior Africa a century ago…Williams [is] earnest, blessed with a lovely baritone voice, at times as richly dramatic as the events he describes.”
Allan Quatermain
Narrated by LibriVox Community
H. Rider Haggard— 13 hours, 7 minutes
Allan Quatermain
Narrated by LibriVox Community
H. Rider Haggard— 13 hours, 7 minutes
Overview
Allan Quatermain appears in some 15 to 18 stories or books by H. Rider Haggard. (The number varies by source and apparently depends on how one chooses to count the shorter stories.) Haggard suggests that Quatermain was the author of the works, and he (Haggard) only edited and published them. The most famous Quatermain book is the first, King Solomon's Mines (1885), and the sequel (1887) was Allan Quatermain - in which the main character, shall we say, departs for a better place! All the other Quatermain books - even those whose events occurred earlier in time - seem to have been written after these two main titles.
The internal chronology of Quatermain's life is a big mess, to be honest. As you study the research and learn of the numerous contradictions of timing of events in the books, you see that conjecture and invention are required to create any kind of internal chronology that makes sense. So my advice is to read (listen to) the books for enjoyment, don't take notes!, and don't worry about how one event simply can't be possible on the apparent date because it conflicts wtih some other event in a different story! Hey! It's fiction - anything goes!
(Summary by John Nicholson)
Editorial Reviews
Williams’ fully voiced reading of this magnificent first-person narrative emphasizes the dangers and hardships that the adventurers undergo in their journey. Williams reads with excellent narrative timing and his wide range of voices and accents adds a great deal.”
Product Details
BN ID: | 2940169190427 |
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Publisher: | LibriVox |
Publication date: | 08/25/2014 |
Sales rank: | 923,279 |
Read an Excerpt
posed to have its home somewhere up in this direction, and I have a mind to see if there is any truth in them. If you fellows like to come, well and good; if not, I'll go alone." " I'm your man, though I don't believe in your white race," said Sir Henry Curtis, rising and placing his arm upon my shoulder. " Ditto," remarked Good ; " I'll go into training at once. By all means let's go to Mt. Kenia and the other place with an unpronounceable name, and look for a white race that does not exist. It's all one to me." " When do you propose to start?" asked Sir Henry. " This day month," I answered, " by the British India steamboat ; and don't you be so certain that things don't exist because you do not happen to have heard of them. Remember King Solomon's Mines." Some fourteen weeks or so had passed since the date of this conversation, and this history goes on its way in very different surroundings. After much deliberation and inquiry we came to the conclusion that our best starting-point for Mt. Kenia would be from the neighborhood of the mouth of the Tana River, and not from Mombasa, a place over one hundred miles nearer Zanzibar. This conclusion we arrived at from information given to us by a German trader whom we met upon the steamer at Aden. I think that he was the dirtiest German I ever knew ; but he was a good fellow, and gave us a great deal of valuable information. " Lamu," said he, "you goes to Lamuoh ze beautiful place !" and he turned up his fat face and beamed with mild rapture. " One year and a half I live there and never change my shirt never at all." And so it came to pass that on arriving at the island we disembarked with all our goods and chattels, and not knowing whereto go, marched boldly up to the house of her Majesty's consul, where we were ...