I am sorely tempted by The Name of the Sodding Wind as relief from The Seventh Scroll satsuki.
I am still irrationally angry about what is, after all, just a cynical money grab disguised as a poorly researched thriller. I need to get a life.
I think it is the condescending tone that gets me most. Gems like knowing that the Minister of Antiquities prefers a robe and sitting on cushions on the floor to sitting at a desk in a suit and tie. I know the current Minister of Antiquities and he would sooner shoot himself in the head than wear a galabeya, and indeed if he did, even in his leisure time, he would almost certainly be fired.
I also really dislike the "real Egyptians" bloodline bullshit. It is divisive, lazy and untrue. I mean, no one would ever write in a novel about Britain that all British people of Anglo-Saxon, Gael, Norse or Norman descent are invaders and the only true Britons are the Welsh. FFS.
If you are going to write a novel about a country, then why not talk to a person from that country? Read a book about it, say?
In tribute, I will write a book about a British couple excavating Stonehenge called Zorg and Sheba, who are foiled by evil villains Kazoo and Dipshit, easily distinguished by their Riverdance outfits.