Life in Morocco and Glimpses Beyond — Reading Companion
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t item on an extensive programme was the visit of the bride with her immediate female relatives and friends to the steam bath at the kasbah, a rarity in country villages, in this case used only by special favour. At the close of an afternoon of fun and frolic in the bath-house, Zóharah, the bride, was escorted to her home closely muffled, to keep her bed till the following day.
Next morning it was the duty of Mokhtar, the bridegroom, to send his betrothed a bullock, with oil, butter and onions; pepper, salt and spices; charcoal and wood; figs, raisins, dates and almonds; candles and henna, wherewith to prepare the marriage feast. He had already, according to the custom of the country, presented the members of her family with slippers and ornaments. As soon as the bullock arrived it was killed amid great rejoicings and plenty of "tom-tom," especially as in the villages a sheep is usually considered sufficient provision. On this day Mokhtar's male friends enjoyed a feast in the afternoon, while in the evening the bride had to undergo the process of re-staining with henna to the accompaniment of music. The usual effect of this was somewhat counteracted, however, by the wails of those who had lost relatives during the year. On each successive night, when the drumming began, the same sad scene was repeated--a strange alloy in all the merriment of the wedding.
On the Tuesday Zóharah received her maiden friends, children attending the reception in the afternoon, till the none too roomy hut was crowded to suffocation, and the bride exhausted, although custom prescribed that she should lie all day on the bed, closely wrapped up, and seen by none of her guests, from whom she was separated by a curtain. Every visitor had brought with her some little gift, such as handkerchiefs, candles, sugar, tea, spices and dried fruits, the inspection of which, when all were gone, was her only diversion that day. Throughout that afternoon and the next the neighbouring villages rivalled one another in peaceful sport and ear-splitting ululation, as though, within the memory of man, no other state of things had ever existed between them.
Meanwhile Mokhtar had a more enlivening time with his bachelor friends, who, after feasting with him in the evening, escorted him, wrapped in a háïk or shawl, to the house of his betrothed, outside which they danced and played for three or four hours by the light of lanterns. On returning home, much fun ensued round the supper-basin on the floor, while the palms of the whole company were stained with henna. Then their exuberant spirits found relief in dancing round with basins on their heads, till one of them dropped his basin, and snatching off Mokhtar's cloak as if for protection, was immediately chased by the others till supper was ready. After supper all lay back to sleep. For four days the bridegroom's family had thus to feast and amuse his male friends, while the ladies were entertained by that of the bride.
On Wednesday came the turn of the married women visitors, whose bulky forms crowded the hut, if possible more closely than had their children. Gossip and scandal were now retailed with a zest and minuteness of detail not permissible in England, while rival belles waged wordy war in shouts which sounded like whispers amid the din. The walls of the hut were hung with the brightest coloured garments that could be borrowed, and the gorgeous finery of the guests made up a scene of dazzling colour. Green tea and cakes were first passed round, and then a tray for offerings for the musicians, which, when collected, were placed on the floor beneath a rich silk handkerchief. Presents were also made by all to the bride's mother, on behalf of her daughter, who sat in weary state on the bed at one end of the room. As each coin was put down for the players, or for the hostess, a portly female who acted as crier announced the sum contributed, with a prayer for blessing in return, which was in due course echoed by the chief musician. At the bridegroom's house a similar entertainment was held, the party promenading the lanes at dusk with torches and lanterns, after which they received from the bridegroom the powder for next day's play.
Budgett Meakin opens Life in Morocco and Glimpses Beyond with a confession: "Which of us has yet forgotten that first day when we set foot in Barbary?" The question establishes a tone of shared experience, but the book quickly moves beyond nostalgia. Meakin, a British journalist who lived in Morocco for years, structures his account as a series of vignettes that shift between close observation and wry commentary. The excerpts show a writer attentive to the physical texture of Moroccan life—the "din of multitudes," the "clashing of barbarous music," the dust of the road—and equally attentive to the absurdities of European diplomacy. His prose is precise, often ironic, and never sentimental.
Character as Caricature
Meakin peoples his narrative with sharply drawn figures, often rendered with a cartoonist's eye. The secretary of the Greek embassy is "a self-confident dandy with a head like a pumpkin and a scrawl like the footprints of a wandering hen." The colonel has "eyes which required but one glass between them." These descriptions are not mere insults; they serve to fix individuals in the reader's mind while hinting at the social hierarchies and pretensions that govern expatriate life. Meakin extends the same treatment to the "native agent" Si Drees, who "shouted himself hoarse from before dawn till after sunset" and joined the "gay blades" in "private pulls at forbidden liquors." The effect is a gallery of types, each embodying a particular role in the colonial encounter.
The Embassy as Theater
The set-piece of the Greek embassy's entry into a Moroccan city reveals Meakin's interest in spectacle and its discontents. The road is "lined on both sides with soldiers to keep back the thronging crowds." The "din of multitudes" and "clashing of barbarous music" create a sensory overload. Yet Meakin undercuts the grandeur by noting the "officious attachés"—a party of the minister's personal friends and "two or three strangers whose influence might in after times be useful." The journalist among them will later "work up" his experiences into "a handy illustrated volume of experiences and impressions calculated to further deceive the public." Meakin thus frames the embassy as a performance, staged for political gain and public consumption, with himself as a skeptical observer.
Movement and Stasis
The excerpts show a constant tension between movement and stillness. The embassy progresses slowly into the city, but the narrative lingers on the stationary figures of the consul's wife, who "reigned supreme" in Tangier, and the doctor, who "was the hardest worked of the lot, for no one else did anything but enjoy himself." Meakin's own journey is implied rather than described; the reader is given glimpses of travel—"to Marrákesh on a bicycle" is listed among his earlier works—but the focus falls on the moments of pause, where observation can take hold. This rhythm of advance and halt gives the book a meditative quality, as if the author is constantly stepping back from the road to sketch what he sees.
The Limits of Understanding
Despite his intimacy with Moroccan life, Meakin repeatedly signals the gaps in his knowledge. Si Drees, the indispensable factotum, is "ignorant of Greek, or of any language but his own," yet makes himself understood "by signs and a few words of the strange coast jargon." The interpreter Ayush ben Lezrá is mentioned but not quoted. Meakin does not pretend to penetrate the inner workings of Moroccan society; instead, he records what is visible and audible, and acknowledges the opacity of what lies beyond. This restraint gives his observations a documentary credibility. He is less concerned with explaining Morocco than with capturing the experience of being there, with all its confusion and partial comprehension.
Readers approaching Life in Morocco and Glimpses Beyond should expect a work that is neither a systematic survey nor a personal memoir, but something in between: a collection of scenes held together by a sharp, ironic voice. Meakin is at his best when he lets the details speak for themselves—the pumpkin-headed secretary, the clashing music, the dust on the road. The book rewards those who read for texture rather than plot, and who appreciate the quiet comedy of cross-cultural misunderstanding.
There's a particular stillness in reading Meakin's Morocco—that hum of dust and ceremony settling long after you've closed the pages. It made me think of wandering another place entirely, where the landscape itself seems to whisper between stops. The same quiet ache of noticing what others overlook, maybe. Itinerary through Corsica by its rail, carriage & forest roads — Themes and Context holds that for me, softly.
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