(From the publisher):
Thirty-two air hours from London - five thousand miles away - years apart in culture and tradition - the Maula island of Pharamaul lay just off South-West Africa.
A hundred-odd years of comfortable British rule had smoothed the edges between natives and whites and life pursued a lazily accustomed pattern. No one thought of Pharamaul as a trouble spot. Even later, with the acute perceptions of hindsight, no one could say just how it started.
Perhaps trouble came riding in with the shabby old Dakota, winging its indolent way toward Pharamaul with four passengers on board.
Andrew Macmillan seemed the last man in the world to court disaster. He was Resident Commissioner of the native capital, on good terms with the Maulas and devoted to the country. But as retirement approached he was a little set in his ways, a little unprepared for crisis.
Tulbach Browne was everything Macmillan was not. A yellow journalist whose livelihood depended on disaster, Browne took a rare delight when other people's lives went wrong, and a country in eruption was his dream come true.
David Bracken and Dinamaula completed the quartet. They had youth and ideas in common. In England they might have met on equal terms. But from the moment they landed in Pharamaul, Bracken was an official irrevocably bout to a small whit governing group. And Dinamaula was returning to Africa to become Chief of the Maulas.
These four are key figures in a novel that attacks the inflammatory central issue of the century - race itself, and the status of primitive peoples.
Original title: The Tribe That Lost Its Head
Genre: Fiction→ Adventure→ Political Intrigue and Terrorism
Fiction→ Historical→ Africa