I’m Jim McKeown, welcome to Likely Stories, a weekly review of fiction, Non-Fiction, and Poetry.
In my distant past, I had an affair with archaeology. I read of all the tombs and digs. Recently, I came across The Golden Child by Penelope Fitzgerald. According to the paperback cover, she is one of England’s most celebrated contemporary writers with scads of short novels. She died in 2000.
The story begins when an ancient, gold-covered corpse of the African ruler of the Garamantia arrives at a London Museum. It “instantly becomes the sinister focus of a web of intrigue spun by all manner of museum personal” (Jacket). Three characters are prominent: the archaeologist, a scruffy guard, and a junior office in the museum. This is satire of the first order.