“I came into contact with camels on three occasions, and each occasion ended tragically.” When this is the opening line of a very short travel narrative, how can you not be intrigued? The Voices of Marrakesh was written by Elias Canetti, the 1981 winner of the Nobel Prize for Literature. I am thinking I would like to read one of his novels now since I really enjoyed his writing style. His words seemed expertly chosen and his writing was so honest. The book was only 103 pages but he packed many stories and fascinating characters into it. There were the camels, the beggar children, and the “holy man” who sucked on the coins given to him to tell the denomination. I especially enjoyed his description the the souks. He may as well have been writing about the bazaars in Istanbul. I felt so at home there. His words just rang true. It was a very quick, pleasant, and interesting read (2386 pages to date). Some times it is the smaller reads like this, and Jamaica Kincaid’s A Small Place about Antigua, that give you the best picture of a time and place.

