First published in 1967, Mary Stewart's "The Gabriel Hounds" was for me a racy 'biografictional' read, about Lady Hester Stanhope, a romantic figure, reminiscent in many ways, to Lawrence of Arabia.
Her background was of English Regency aristocracy, and yet she ended up in a palace in Syria, playing the role of the (male) Arab potentate! She is the crux for the character around whom this biographical-novel revolves, but in this case, the reality behind the romance is earthy enough to be believable.
After many years during which Harriet Mansel has hidden herself away in her valley in the Lebanon, two relatives on holiday in the Middle East decide to try to visit her. (Her eccentricity makes them rather unsure of their welcome.) But when they do get in to see her, it looks as though something is wrong - they just can't quite put their finger on what it is.
The Gabriel Hounds is not Mary Stewart's most successful thriller, even though all the usual ingredients are there; the same kind of exotic location shared by all her thrillers up to this point, is more perfunctorily, but still colourfully, sketched in.
Probably, by 1967, she needed more work to come up with somewhere more provocative and evocative than her later leafy rural England books and Lebanon in the 1960's was the playground of the rich, as the South of France, still is today.
The plot lacked slightly at times, but all in all, it was still a very enjoyable read and great if you're planning a trip to Lebanon and Syria and want something to put you in the mood, especially in the winter!