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11 of 13 people found the following review helpful:
4.0 out of 5 stars
"His most valuable commodity was 'immortality'", 7 Oct 2004
The Egyptologist is a big, bold, challenging and audacious novel. Unique in structure and style, the narrative immerses us in ancient Egypt, while at the same time, taking the reader on an adventure that covers the four corners of the world. I can't say I enjoyed this novel - I found Phillips constant epistolary method a little tiresome and the pacing almost grinded to a halt during the middle half of the book. But the Egyptologist will be sure to beguile those readers who like clever, offbeat mysteries, and who like their literature to be demanding and original. One needs to pay particular attention to the narrative as everybody is hiding behind something else, and nothing or nobody is what it seems. The story is composed of letters and journal entries written by Ralf Trilipush, an Egyptologist, and by Harold Ferrell, an Australian private detective who is recalling in retirement (in 1954) his pursuit and investigation of Trilipush in 1922 (the time of the main story). The letters and diaries are actually smoke and mirrors because the reader is never sure who either man actually is, especially Trilipush. As the story progresses and more characters are introduced, identities are veiled and the reader is well advised not to take anything at face value. The plot takes lots of unexpected twists and turns as Ferrell steadily becomes obsessed with the case, while concurrently; Phillips includes long transitional passages and lengthy digressions on the life of Atum-hadu, and he constantly shifts back and forth among a half-dozen voices, styles and time periods. The Egyptologist allows the reader to see greed, corruption and obsession through the prism of an exotic time and place. And Phillips is perhaps at his best when he explores the complex themes of class and cultural envy, particularly between the Australian colonials and the English landed gentry.
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