Sultan in Oman

Over 60 years later, Jan (then James) Morris's account of the grand progress of the Sultan in Oman through his poverty stricken desert country is still powerfully cinematic in effect. The stately forms of the benign autocrat as he makes his way, supported by proud tribesmen in full fighting regalia and meeting with local chieftains of all consuming dignity and patience reflects, bar the twentieth century luxuries of Rolls Royces, life as it was lived for centuries before the discovery of oil transformed the Gulf. This is quick, beautifully written and compelling read.

…because it is not the normal “of,” but rather, “in.”I recently read two other works of Jan Morris (née: James): Trieste And The Meaning Of Nowhere and Conundrum (New York Review Books Classics), the latter describes the journey from one first name to the other. Among other achievements in his/her life, as a reporter, Morris was the first one to race down Mount Everest with the “scoop” that Sir Edmund Hillary and Tenzing Norgay were the first humans to reach the summit in 1953. This book represents another first, of sorts. Morris accompanied Sultan Said bin Taimur, of Muscat, on the first motorized crossing of southeastern Arabia, from the south coast at Salalah, across the very barren Jaddat al Harasis, with a side trip to Nizwa and Jebel Akhdar (the Green Mountain), and on to the disputed Buraimi Oasis and then to the Sohar, on the Gulf of Oman, and down the coast to his home, and capital, Muscat. This journey occurred in December, 1955.And the significance of the preposition? Today, Muscat is the capital of Oman. But in 1955, they were, “sorta,” two different places. Nominally, the Sultan ruled the entire country, but neither he nor his predecessors had been in the interior during the 20th century. Rather, they ruled the various coastal enclaves, and the interior, with its “capital” at Nizwa, was ruled by a very conservative Imam. And if one is attempting to extract that magic elixir of the 20th century, namely oil, as the British were doing at Fahud, the fussiness of sovereignty proved to be an enormous inconvenience, to put it mildly. So, with some British-officered native forces, they drove the Imam from power, with apparently only one shot being fired.The December, 1955 trip was a “victory lap” for the Sultan, and he invited Morris along to document it. Salalah is one of the more fascinating places on the Arabian Peninsula since a small portion of the monsoon that waters India touches it commencing in August of each year. Normally the weather is misty and overcast, and the surrounding crescent of plains and mountains lush green. It is from this area that another elixir, frankincense, which was sought by the Roman Empire, two millennium earlier, brought much prosperity to the region. From Salalah, the convoy raced (and that does seem to be the operative word) across the roadless wastes of Jaddat al Harasis, which is a hard 12-hour drive on asphalt. It took them three days. Morris says little about the logistical arrangements of such a trip, but does mention that the oil company had prepositioned oil and water along the route for the Sultan’s convenience.The Sultan entered Nizwa, with its famous round fort, and without the Imam, apparently unconcerned about the possibility of a few unrepentant supporters of the “ancien regime.” Naturally he was well-received by the oil community at Fahud, and Morris describes the expat lifestyle there that was so similar to Aramco’s in Dhahran. Buraimi is a true anomaly, contested by three different countries, Saudi Arabia, Abu Dhabi, and Oman. The Americans backed the former, the British backed the latter two, and somehow it was peacefully resolved, the latter two literally splitting the nine villages of the oasis 6 to 3. From Buraimi, the convoy raced on to a warm reception in the agricultural settlements along the Batinah coast, and then back to Muscat, which closed its gates at night, just like a medieval village when Morris was there.The author is a good observer, and admits he knew virtually nothing about the country before undertaking the trip. For Morris, the Pax Britannica glass is more than half full. As she says in the acknowledgments: “If there is a flavor of the 1920’s to this list, an aroma of open cockpits, Rolls-Royce armored cars, proconsuls and spheres of influence, it is because our adventure was one of the last of a line, a late flourish of Britain in Arabia… the ghosts of Curzon and Gertrude Bell rode with us approvingly.” And that perspective mars this account, as evidenced by such statements: “There are queer subtleties in the mind of the Semite,” and “… their ponderous muskets to fight out their ridiculous squabbles.” How easily the Somme seems to be forgotten.In December, 1997 I drove from Riyadh to the UAE, and on to (united) Oman, camping for three glorious days on the beach south of Muscat. I made the very large circuit around the Jebel Akhdar, back to the Buraimi Oasis, where one drives down a city street with signs alternating, telling you that you have just entered Oman, and then the UAE. My big regret is not having driven to Salalah. But there is a fundamental problem that the best time to be there, August, is the worse time to drive those terribly boring 12 hours. I found Oman fascinatingly different from the surrounding countries, much more orderly, a bit of Denmark on the peninsula, where people obey the speed limit, and drive much safer. And a major reason for this is Sultan Qaboos, who overthrew his father, the man Morris accompanied, in 1970, and modernized the country in a prudent and rational way. (And he is STILL the ruler, almost a half century later.)4-stars for Morris fascinating accounting of an unusual time and place.

In an effort to increase regional knowledge in advance of an assignment in Oman, I bought this book together with several others to augment knowledge gained in an earlier visit to the Sultanate in '03. The book is short and set in 1955, and is essentially the diary of a traveler accompanying the Sultan's traveling party on a historic journey through the country at the end of a brief civil war. While interesting in parts, the trip was done at break-neck pace and therefore true insights on the country are limited. While an interesting snapshot in time, the book nonetheless was something of a disappointment. I expected to get a book which would really paint a solid picture of the country prior to the reign of Sultan Qaboos. In a way this does have elements of that, but it is more aimed at the romantic traveler than it is a student of the country or its history.

If one is interested in history in this part of the world, and a fascinating culture, then I highly recommend this book. Having visited the country twice in recent years, I thoroughly enjoyed reading about the sultan in power in Oman in the 1950s, and the description of the land and people then. Note: The book, may currently be out of print.

I've read James/Jan Morris with a great deal of pleasure in the past, but couldn't stomach this account of a trip from Aden to Oman in the mid-1950's. It's full of the casual racism of the era -- "the Fuzzy-Wuzzy people of the Red Sea coast of Africa," the descriptions of all black men as "strapping," of all natives along the way (Arabs or not) as very small (or "wizened"), usually ignorant (don't they know enough to survive handily in their own difficult country?) and always exotic. There is absolutely no individuation among them. Europeans, on the other hand, are always made quite distinct from one another. To my surprise, in this book Morris seems to make no effort to look beyond the surfaces or to gain even a basic understanding of the lives of the people described. It's like a letter from someone describing a sojourn in a zoo and exclaiming at its oddities. Instead, read the extraordinary ARABS by Tim MacKintosh-Smith; it's a long haul, but every page pays dividends.

A good if trifle outdated read!

Rare livre sur l’Oman, histoire passionnante du Sultanat

I was vaguely aware of Jan Morris as a travel writer but had never read her work.What a pity I didn't , I've just discovered an amazing writer - better late than never !I worked in Oman 1976/77 and wanted to read about her travels with the Sultan .Wonderfully evocative for me , even though it was written 20 years before my posting.The visual pictures she paints are just as I remember the country.Have just purchased her book "Spain " .Jan you have a new fan - thank you !

.... I loved reading this book written in the time the war in oman ,aden etc were going on ........ what a times to live in for all the people who were involved ... good price ,quick delivery ,good condition ...

Individual view on Oman and its leader just as oil started to have an impact