Florence of
Arabia , by Christopher Buckley
Random House, New
York, 253 pages
Rather than starting in the beginning we are actually somewhat in the
middle - east that is Matar pronounced mutter and Wasabia. England and
France were drawing lines on a map. England had Winston Churchill, after knowing
that, who France had really didn't matter / mutter. Matar was given a port on
the sea and Wasabia was land-locked and forced to pay Matar fees for water
access via pipeline.
The Emir of Matar as was the case with all males screwed every female
anything that moved. If you weren't procreating you weren't trying. Fortunately
for the French the Emir had a brother. The French wanted a leader they could
control.
Florence, now a free agent had a plan. After her stint and subsequent
transfer were put in the rear view mirror, suffice it to say, she pursued other
options.
What we end up with is an eclectic mix of soldiers of (mis) fortune?? One
of whom is a public relations specialist. Another is a southern stalwart named
Bobby. Then there is Uncle Sam, he is one plugged in connected individual.
Florence, in conjunction with Princess Leila (Emir Gazzy's) wife - well one
of many anyway form TV Matar. This proves to be news women can use. It also
proves to rile the royals.
I can give spoiler alert chapter and verse but the elements are in place.
Contrary to my characterization by snippets this is crafted. We haven't even
mentioned sibling rivalry yet.
Oh by the way. People are routinely threatened. People are routinely
tortured. People routinely have their heads chopped off. By the way don't forget
to say Allah be praised.
Too thin on detail? The omission is intentional. I will tell you this book
is hilarious. I did not like it a little I flat out loved it.
Reviewed by Robert White
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