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Authors: Harold Lamb
Tags: #Crusades, #Historical, #Action & Adventure, #General, #Fantasy, #Suspense, #Adventure Fiction, #Historical Fiction, #Fiction, #Short Stories
•Apparently [Lamb] thoroughly appreciates the reasons why he cannot write for publication on certain controversial subjects and is reconciled to this limitation, even though it hurts his idealistic conscience.
*Is extremely sensitive to Washington [not oss] "boners" regarding Middle East policy-is repeatedly kept awake over them, and continually says "What can we do to prevent them." My only answer was to keep reporting their reactions upon the Middle East, constantly building up evidence of their detrimental effect.
A letter written by Lamb to a superior in December 1944 reveals Loud's analysis to be an accurate assessment. Lamb mentions the drafting of articles for the Saturday Evening Post to help bolster support for Middle Eastern concerns. Here is an excerpt:
The attitude of our PGS Command in Iran is they have one job to do, to move freight to the waiting Russians, and that in so doing they need have no tangible relationship with Iranians. Some officers, who, like Wright, had set up contacts like language study groups, etc. were discouraged in so doing. Not that Connolly and his staff do not appear at certain functions in Iran and shake hands, or entertain twosomes and threesomes of Iranians. But the general impression produced is that our officers consider Iranians an inferior lot, and have as little contact with them as possible, while building camps like Amirabad and running the railroad. You know how this impression has been strengthened by wisecracking write-ups in Time and elsewhere.
At the same time Russian officers are in close contact with our Command in the performance of their duties. Also our Command has been throwing weekly parties for Russians with back-slapping thrown in. General impression: we want the Soviet heroes for buddies, but not the Iranians.
Now when the Shah and his party made a tour of Khorassan the Iranian group was greeted ceremoniously by the Russkys, who turned out the guard at their inadequate posts, and arranged motion pictures of the journey. General effect: cordiality and proper appreciation shown by the Russians.
It seemed more than obvious that unless our Command made some reciprocating gesture, its relationship with the Iranians would go from had to worse. I suggested to Cairo (Nov 18) what should have been done long since - to invite the Shah to make an inspection trip down the railroad (our section, Tehran to the Gulf) to view ournew installations, camps, hospitals, etc. The Iranian party to be received with due ceremony-perhaps we could throw in a parade or band concert, and certainly we could muster camera crews to take some footage for the Tehran and probably U.S.A. news-files.
The trip would appeal to the youngster, Muhammad Reza, and would fit in exactly with his (and the general official Iranian) anxiety to participate in the war endeavor. Whether the trip was made or not, the gesture would send up our stock.
The letter goes on to describe Lamb getting approval to set the plan in motion through the Iranians, which he proceeds to do through his friend and contact Muhammad Sa'id, Minister of Foreign Affairs. Later in the same letter Lamb relays that Sa'id told him he "had been the only person of late to take the pains to go to all parts of the country and to understand it from the Iranian point of view. His aide pressed me afterward as to the probable date of my return."
I do not know whether Lamb managed in the end to arrange a tour for the shah; that would take some extensive digging through oss archives. This snapshot of his oss service, though, shows that Lamb's own sense of honor, fair play, and simple common sense was being troubled by American policies of the time.
After the war, Lamb's home was filled with lovely gifts from leaders throughout the Middle East, including some gorgeous illuminated Koran pages, pottery, sculpture, and so forth. The shah of Iran became a close personal friend and visited the Lambs at their home, and Harold and his wife, Ruth, spent much of the year except the summers, which they usually spent in Switzerland in parts of the Middle East. Other luminaries and movers and shakers from other fields visited them at their house, including Cecil B. DeMille, who lunched there often.
At the time of his death, Lamb was a director of the Friends of the Middle East, Inc. It's hard to know what he would have thought of America's Middle Eastern policies in the last decades, but it seems safe to say that we could have benefited from his guidance.
This book, though, far removed from such concerns, transports us to distant times as seen through the eyes of wanderers and heroes who rode the caravan paths. They are splendid tales and worthy additions to the libraries of those who love adventure.
Enjoy!
I would like to thank Bill Prather of the Thacher School for his continued support. This volume would not have been possible without the aid of Bruce Nordstrom, who long ago provided Lamb's Collier's texts and other research notes. I also would like to express my appreciation for research assistance from Roland Popp and the advice of Victor Dreger, Jan van Heinegen, Alfred Lybeck, and James Pfundstein, gentlemen and scholars. Lastly I wish again to thank my father, the late Victor Jones, who helped me locate various Adventure magazines, and Dr. John Drury Clark, whose lovingly preserved collection of Lamb stories is the chief source of seventyfive percent of my Adventure manuscripts.
SCOTT ODEN
In 1959 explorer Wilfred Thesiger wrote that once a man left the deserts of the Middle East he would "have within him the yearning to return ... for this cruel land can cast a spell which no temperate clime can match." *
Such a sentiment finds resonance in the life and work of Harold Lamb.
We most often remember Lamb as the premiere adventure writer of the Pulp Era, as the creator of such memorable characters as Khlit the Cossack, Kirdy and Ayub, Daril ibn Athir and Khalil el Khadr. Indeed, he was all of this and more. Born in 1892, Harold Albert Lamb was a contemporary of T. E. Lawrence, the famed Lawrence of Arabia; while no evidence exists that the two men ever met or corresponded, their lives nevertheless followed a similar arc. Apart from their more glaring differences-that Lamb was a native New Yorker and Lawrence the illegitimate son of Irish gentry-at a young age both men poured prodigious energy into the study of the old Orient, what today we call the Middle East, and especially into the era of the Crusades. But, while Lawrence's initial interests were archaeological, Lamb fashioned the rewards of his Eastern passion into stories. In Lamb's own words:
I wrote all the time-set up my stories in the attic at school [Columbia University] and printed them on a hand press and then carried on with the Columbian literary magazine.
In 1914 my father broke down and I found a job as a make-up man on a motor trade weekly, then tried to do financial statistics for the New York Times and write stories at the same time. The stories were gleaned from the oriental digging, and Adventure printed them. An understanding editor, Arthur Sullivan Hoffman, allowed me to write anything I wanted.t
While the Great War (1914-i8) formed a watershed moment in the life of Lawrence, the moment where his name became legend, it was no less significant to Lamb. When America entered World War I in 1917, Lamb joined the Io7th Infantry (formerly the Seventh New York) as a private but did not see any fighting; a month after his enlistment he married Ruth Barbour-she who would be his constant companion till the end of his days.
Lamb bolstered his scholarship with a propensity for travel. Not content to study the Orient from afar, he and his wife journeyed extensively through the lands he wrote about. Thus, when Daril ibn Athir, narrator of "The Road to Kandahar," sees "a wide and lofty plain, set with fruit gardens and water ditches and the yellow walls of villages. Lines of vineyards rose against the nearest hills, and pomegranate bushes with their dark, shining leaves nearly hid the water ditches," one can be certain it was a vista Lamb himself beheld while traveling in southern Afghanistan.
The roar of the'2os gave way to the dour'3os. Lamb weathered the Great Depression better than most, balancing the needs of writing, travel, and study with the demands of a growing family; he sought new outlets for his work as the pulps withered on the vine. More and more he focused on his histories and biographies, books whose even-handedness and popularity elevated him out of the pulp ghetto and into the role of serious historian-a role that earned him an excellent reputation in the Middle East.
Much of the fair-mindedness in Lamb's work extended from a genuine affection for the peoples and cultures of the Orient: he respected their history, found their chronicles to be much more accessible-more human-than those of the Europeans, and found much to admire in their courtesy and their humor. This esteem manifested itself in his well-rounded portrayals of fictional characters and in the objective treatment of biographical subjects. This is not to say Lamb turned a blind eye to the faults and foibles of the Moslems. Far from it. But neither did he play to the stereotype. Lamb purposefully eschewed the Western caricature of Arabs as childish zealots and instead presented them as possessing in equal measures nobility and pettiness, piety and profanity, charity and greed, mercy and cruelty. In short, he allowed them their humanity.
Though one can only speculate, it is easy to imagine how the men and women Lamb met on the road must have provided him with a deep pool of inspiration: from jests and maledictions to gestures and expressions; from the cut and texture of a rich merchant's khalat to the fork of a camel driver's hennaed beard. Such miniscule details, when woven amid the threads of history, served to resurrect the dead in the eyes of his readers. But Harold Lamb's greatest gift, and surely this is beyond speculation, was his ability to restore to the past its epic sense of blood and thunder, its grandeur and its drama.
But the outbreak of World War II brought a new wrinkle to Lamb's life as this learned, lean, and active family man was tapped by the oss to advise and gather intelligence-incidentally, the same task the British Foreign Office recruited Lawrence for in 1914-against Axis interests in Iran. In his foreword to this volume, series editor Howard Andrew Jones has much to say regarding this phase of Lamb's life, and there is obviously much more that remains to be discovered. Suffice it to say, Lamb's lifelong interest in the region's history, culture, and politics-coupled with his reputation as an author and historian-afforded him rare insight into how the Allies could best benefit from Persian involvement ... and how the Persians could best benefit from Western interests. It is not known how seriously the Allied Command took Lamb's recommendations (though if history is any indicator, not very seriously at all), but he emerged from the war with both his honor and his reputation intact.