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Mungo Among the Moors

T. Coraghessan Boyle

‘At an age when most young Scotsmen were lifting skirts, ploughing furrows and spreading seed, Mungo Park was displaying his bare buttocks to al-haff Ali Ibn Fatoudi, Emir of Ludamar.’

At an age when most young Scotsmen were lifting skirts, ploughing furrows and spreading seed, Mungo Park was displaying his bare buttocks to al-haff Ali Ibn Fatoudi, Emir of Ludamar. The year was 1795. George HI was dabbing the walls of Windsor Castle with his own spittle, the Notables were botching…

Fiction
The Online Edition
1st March 1982
Fiction
The Online Edition
1st March 1982

T. Coraghessan Boyle

T. Coraghessan Boyle (b. 1948) is an American writer. He won the PEN/Faulkner award in 1988 for his novel, The World's End, and Drop City was a 2003 National Book Award Finalist. His most recent novel is The Harder They Come (2015). He is a Distinguished Professor of English at the University of Southern California.

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