Fergus Fleming always seems to write books that grip the imagination with their accounts of intrepid exploration and amazing feats of endurance. "The sword and the cross" is not exception, recounting in an often amusing fashion the exploits of Charles Foucauld and Henri Laperrine who, by the respective methods of christianity and military prowess sought to sugjugate the natives of the Sahara.
Ultimately, Frances' endeavours to acquire the North West of Africa towards the turn of the last century proved to be futile and by the 1960's it was clear that the effects were a complete waste of time. Fleming delights in revealing the absurdity of the French ambitions. However, this does not detract from the story of these two friends who thoroughly investigated some of the least hospitable parts of the planet. Had Foucauld and Laperrine been British, they would probably been buried in Westminster Abbey.
Like Fleming's other books, this is a difficult book to put down, if not quite in the same league as the two volumes on polar exploration that make a far more interesting story. This is probably due to the fact that these two Frenchmen were probably more sane than some of the characters in his previous offerings. Never-the-less, the ironic nature of Fleming's writng means this book must be recommended.