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Crisis in Zanat
by
George Malcolm Thomson
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This is
the 1942 First Edition, complete with the rare dust-jacket
Author’s Note
The characters and the
names in this book are fictitious. No
reference is intended to any living person.
And “Illyria” is not Illyria.
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Front cover and spine
Further images of this book are
shown below
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Publisher and place of
publication |
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Dimensions in inches (to
the nearest quarter-inch) |
London: Faber and Faber |
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4¾ inches wide x7½ inches tall |
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Edition |
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Length |
1942 First Edition |
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235 pages |
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Condition of covers |
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Internal condition |
Original red cloth blocked in navy blue. The
covers are rubbed but still quite fresh, having been protected by the
dust-jacket. The spine ends and corners are bumped. |
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There is a gift inscription on the front
end-paper dated 1943: "Dear Frank,
For some quite evening, between battles, to read by the camp fire's
flickering light! Yours Tommy 5.ii.43"
There are no other internal markings and
the text is clean throughout; however, as the book was "produced in complete
conformity with the authorized economy standards" the War-time paper has
tanned with age. The edge of the text block is not uniformly trimmed and is
foxed and there is a musty smell. |
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Dust-jacket present? |
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Other
comments |
Yes: however, the dust-jacket is scuffed,
rubbed and creased around the edges with a significantly discoloured spine
panel and some minor loss from either end of the spine panel. The front and
rear panels are also quite grubby, with the predominantly yellow colour
showing up the marks acquired over the past seventy-odd years. The images
below give a good indication of the current state of the dust-jacket. |
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An internally clean example of the First
Edition with an interesting gift inscription and in the rare (but
discoloured and torn) dust-jacket. |
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Illustrations,
maps, etc |
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Contents |
NONE : No illustrations are called
for |
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Please see below for details |
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Post & shipping
information |
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Payment options |
The packed weight is approximately
500 grams.
Full shipping/postage information is
provided in a panel
at the end of this listing.
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Payment options
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GBP), debit card, credit card (Visa, MasterCard but
not Amex), PayPal
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Crisis in Zanat
Contents
1. Without Capital, a
Girl Gets Nowhere
2. Hunting, in the Upper Verda
3. The Punic City
4. A Coach Passes By
5. The Image of Saint Mikkel
6. Heavy Police Boots
7. Parcel, Addressed to Berlin
8. High Politics
9. Sang-Froid of the English
10. A Party of Pilgrims
11. Prince Mikkel's Throne
12. But Where is the Temple?
13. Famous Royal Lover
14. Brinkity Bonk, Brinkity Bonk!
15. The Wind Rises in the Mountains
16. Asylum Under the Flag
17. The Famous Battle of Spink
18. American Girls are Like That
19. Action Stations
20. The Compassion of Mme Duprat
21. My Uncle, The Grand Duke
22. British Passport
23. The Price of Forty Pigs
24. Sergeant Gornik Recruits
25. Councils of War
26. Arms and Beauty
27. Normal Conditions Restored
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Crisis in Zanat
Chapter 1
Without Capital, a Girl gets Nowhere
In the muddle of limestone hills, which is Zanat's problem for the
town-planner, two summits stand out above the others. Each is a
brown, baldish scowl of rock, crowned raggedly with masonry, and
with a few black flames of cypress springing up here and there on
its slopes. One is Fort Basil, the other Fort Mikkel. Fort Basil has
a neat white tower from which the war-flag of Illyria blows until
the evening bugles bring it fluttering down. On mornings of national
rejoicing, its battery of Schweik guns tersely declare themselves to
the silver mists, summoning the citizens to be merry, display
bunting, and don their best clothes. Fort Mikkel's tower is flagless
and its ramparts silent. But they are not cannon-less. Forlorn and
crumbling as they are, they bear, under cerements of tarpaulin, a
gun larger than all the artillery of the rival eminence across the
city. A cannon, that, from the head-waggings and awesomely vague
remarks of the elder inhabitants, who claim that they have heard it
fired in old Prince Mikkel's day, has passed into the legends of
Zanat.
M. Bastien, director of the famous Belgian armaments firm, in Zanat
on business, had heard the cannon of Fort Basil, newly installed by
the hopeful Herr Schweik of Bohemia. "Highness," he had said to
Prince Mikkel, "the guns are very nice, but not nearly loud enough.
Bastien can do better than that. If I may be allowed to make your
highness a little present. . . ."
Big Mikko was one who never refused a present. In a month or so, a
monstrous piece of artillery was pulled up the slope of Fort Mikkel.
An imposing concrete platform was prepared and, in the presence of
the Illyrian general staff in gala uniform, the gun was rapturously
demonstrated. As its clumsy thunder trundled over the city roofs, a
few hundred windows in Zanat were shattered, the staff visibly
paled, the plumes on their kepis bent to the blast, but Prince
Mikkel was delighted. That afternoon, M. Bastien was given an order
to equip the Illyrian army with field artillery.
But it is one thing, and a fine thing, to have a gun; to fire it is
different. The cost in steel, explosive charge and broken
window-glass of each stupendous detonation was so daunting that even
Mikkel was frugal with the toy. It could not be fired save on an
order signed by the sovereign's own hand. And in fact Mikkel gave
the order only on the visit to Zanat of some neighbouring ruler whom
it was politic to impress with the might and modernity of Illyrian
arms. Since Mikkel's death the gun had never spoken. But its
reputation lived on. And the business it had once brought to the
Zanat glaziers multiplied in telling with the years. Zanat said,
"Who has not heard Mikkel's gun has heard nothing." When Fort
Basil's battery thudded in honour of a royal birthday, people would
remark, with a touch of condescension, "There go the kettledrums,"
implying that there was a big drum, a mightier tympanum.
There was even a legend, looked on by some scholars as the
perversion of a solar myth, that some day in Illyria's hour of need,
Fort Mikkel's cannon would sound, and to some purpose. One variation
of the legend asserted that Big Mikko would rise from his sleeping
place in the royal crypt and, magnificently bearded, himself pull
the firing lever. But in fact, the duty of firing the piece would in
the ordinary course of things lie with Artillery-Sergeant Gornik, a
soured and disappointed man and, since the departure of his daughter
Zoe, sole occupant of the desolate and ruinous Fort Mikkel. Once a
week the veteran would uncover the Bastien gun, to tend its lean and
murderous beauty, oiling here and polishing there, testing the
sighting mechanism, the ranging apparatus, the trigger and the
recoil system. Once a week, he would inspect the ammunition, piled
in gleaming rows as on the day of its delivery from Belgium. But the
order to fire never came. And when Sergeant Gornik heard Fort
Basil's guns perform their neatly spaced salutation, he would frown
and talk about peashooters; or on the other hand, utter an ironic
"Boom, boom", and pretend to be deafened.
He was not greatly interested in his daughter. Apart from teaching
the child, as a father should, the principles of gunnery and the
management of every part of the cannon, he neither looked after her
in the present nor prepared her for the future. When, on her
sixteenth birthday, she left Fort Mikkel to become a chambermaid at
Mrs. Latiniki's select hotel in Zanat, all he said was, "One day, my
child, you shall hear from us." And Artillery-Sergeant Gornik put a
red and bony forefinger to his nose. Zoe knew what he meant. But
although she said dutifully, "Yes, Father," she had no real hope.
She left the gaunt old fort with the firm belief that she would
never see it or her father again. And this saddened her. Sergeant
Gornik seemed to his daughter a pathetic and thwarted man. But still
more was she saddened by the thought that she too had a very poor
chance in the life that lay ahead of her. She belonged to an unlucky
family, that was quite apparent; a family whose cannon was never
fired.
Zoe took up her duties at Mrs. Latiniki's, expecting little good
from life, yet warily resolved to ward off the worst. Caution was
not a superfluous virtue at Mrs. Latiniki's establishment,
especially since Zoe, unknown to her father and but dimly suspected
by herself, was of such as might come down to earth, not from
ancient and gloomy ramparts, but from radiant heights, treading
airily, flower-bedecked, to rejoice the children of men.
This circumstance was in due course observed by various citizens of
Zanat who began to take an interest in Zoe's future. Watching her
pass along the street, men would say kindly, "That girl has never
had a chance." Their wives, however, would remark with some
grimness, "That girl doesn't need a chance." But the first person to
act on the knowledge which one glance at Zoe abundantly vouchsafed
to mankind was a Spanish visitor to the hotel, who asked Zoe one day
if she had thought of making herself a career as an actress. He had
by chance surprised a private dream which Zoe had long since put
away as not for her. But the Spaniard said, "Nonsense! A girl with a
figure like yours has a great future on the stage." Only it would be
necessary for her to go to South America, to the great cultural city
of Buenos Aires, where girls with theatrical gifts grew fabulously
rich, thanks to the generous and artistic public. It turned out that
he was going there himself very soon and nothing would please him
more than to be her escort. So profound was his faith in Zoe's
future that he went so far as to buy her a new dress, which the girl
showed to her friend Georgi, the policeman. Georgi listened with
care . . .
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Crisis in Zanat
From the dust-jacket:
In this story of a principality which
has, so far, been overlooked by geographers of Europe, the reader
may hope to escape, for a while, from present grave preoccupations.
And may we not be gay as well as grim? The tale is a light-hearted
one for a frowning time, its central figure the agreeable Prince
Basil, a young man sitting insecurely on his throne and profoundly
influenced by a sainted and sententious grandfather. The
conspiracies which beset his realm may recall, in distant and
fantastic caricature, some sinister passages in recent history. If
so, the resemblance is accidental. Here we are in a world sharply
detached from the actual, amid situations more absurd than alarming,
and following the progress of a civil war having little in common
with modern warfare save the noise. We meet the fair but luckless
Zoë, share in the embarrassments of Mr. (now Sir Rodney) Bullevant,
the British Minister, and find in the Grand Duke Victor a pearl
among royal lovers.
The novel may be looked on, not as a reaction to war but as a
rebound from it. It was written in leisure moments during a busy
wartime life — in a London not yet heroic, in a battleship crossing
the Atlantic with the Prime Minister aboard, and in a peaceful
valley of rural Wales.
George Malcolm Thomson is a well-known journalist. This is his first
novel.
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Please note: to avoid opening the book out, with the
risk of damaging the spine, some of the pages were slightly raised on the
inner edge when being scanned, which has resulted in some blurring to the
text and a
shadow on the inside edge of the final images. Colour reproduction is shown
as accurately as possible but please be aware that some colours
are difficult to scan and may result in a slight variation from
the colour shown below to the actual colour.
In line with eBay guidelines on picture sizes, some of the illustrations may
be shown enlarged for greater detail and clarity.
There is a gift
inscription on the front end-paper dated 1943:
"Dear Frank, For some
quite evening, between battles, to read by the camp fire's flickering
light! Yours Tommy 5.ii.43"
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