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'I cannot wait to bring you to the plain of Troy. To show you the place where Hector and Achilles fought. To show you the palace of Priam. And the walls where the Trojan women watched their warriors in battle with the invader. It will stir your blood, Sophia.' Sophia Chrysanthis is only 16 when the German archaeologist Herr Obermann comes wooing: he wants a Greek bride who knows her Homer. Sophia passes his test, and soon she is tieing canvas sacking to her legs so that she can kneel on the hard ground in the trench, removing the earth methodically, identifying salient points, lifting out amphorae and bronze vessels without damaging them. 'Archaeology is not a science,' Obermann says. 'It is an art.' Obermann is very good at the art of archaeology - perhaps too good at it. The atmosphere at Troy is tense and mysterious. Sophia finds herself increasingly baffled by the past ...not only the remote past that Obermann is so keen to share with her in the form of his beloved epics of the Trojan wars, but also his own, recent past - a past that he has chosen to hide from her. But she, too, is very good at the art of archaeology ...

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• Amazon Sales Rank: #176018 in Books
• Published on: 2007-08-02
• Original language: English
• Binding: Paperback
• 256 pages

Review
The life of archaeologist Heinrich Schliemann (1822 - 1890) is boldly fictionalized in the industrious British author's latest (The Lambs of London, 2006, etc.).Ackroyd's Schliemann is Heinrich Obermann, who shares his historical counterpart's biography (fortunes made in Europe and America; well-earned reputations for dedication and discipline as well as arrogance), but emerges here as even more of an "Over-Man": an alarming combination of self-taught authority, visionary antiquarian and posturing mountebank. We meet him in Athens, where he weds Sophia Chrysanthis, a brainy beauty who's decades younger. Their subsequent honeymoon is a journey to the village of Hissarlik on Turkey's (western) Aegean coast, where an elaborate "dig" is well underway. Sophia quickly learns that her wedded bliss will consist of being an eager accomplice to her husband's pursuit of immortality - and that he will tolerate no contradiction (whatever weight of authority it bears) in his quest for proof that the matter of the Homeric epics is literally true, and that Homer's Trojans were "Europeans from the north" and not Asians. Those who disagree do not fare well. Obermann's young Russian assistant Leonid (whom he calls "Telemachus"), visiting English clergyman Decimus Harding, the Turkish laborers' overseer Kadri Bey - all provoke Obermann's impatient contempt. And visiting Harvard scholar William Brand, who bluntly disputes the German's claims, fares even worse. The story clips briskly along, powered by Ackroyd's brilliant handling of historical and archaeological detail, gift for lucid phrasing and flair for energetic melodrama. But the novel pushes too many envelopes too far, concluding in a very nearly ludicrous farrago of shocking revelations, narrow escapes and what even Obermann's critics might identify as divine judgment.An entertaining, at times over-the-top historical pastiche, from a veteran yarn-spinner who Knows the Territory. (Kirkus Reviews)

Times
`richly imagined work is as gripping as any thriller'

Sunday Herald
'Ackroyd has fashioned a gripping story about the dark passions which are unleashed when an obsessive personailty believes that an ancient text is to be interpreted literally'