The mother of invention

The 'Meinertzhagen Mystery' is a character assassination of a soldier, adventurer, and Zionist.

October 25, 2007 11:25
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There's much menace tucked away in dark corners of the world, and the curious, as James's antiquarians are, suddenly find themselves in great peril. For Oates, though, the dangers aren't so tucked away - they don't require any knowledge of Latin ciphers or unusual artifacts to unleash long pent-up horrors. No, for Oates, the world of grisly terror is ready at hand; its predators "cruising rainwashed streets as a shark might cruise the ocean openmouthed seeking prey" in "Stripping." If not on those streets, they might be seen among the joggers on the wooded path around a college in "Hi! Howya Doin!" Or one of them may be your stepfather, as in the title story, in which Dr. Moses maintains a grotesque museum (hint: he's a retired coroner) in an unassuming upstate New York town. Anyone moved by Oates's classic tales of contemporary malevolence - "Where Are You Going, Where Have You Been?" and "Heat," for example - will find much here to keep the ghoulish fires burning. 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Admired for their talents as hosts as well as for their reputations as honest financiers, they were thoroughly English as sportsmen, breeding winners, riding regularly to hounds, taking spills and, on other occasions, bringing down numberless luckless birds. They also brought down a few ladies, but soon made good and loving marriages - and ate far too much. They consorted largely with dukes and duchesses, were admired for firmly adhering to their religion but lost a clever sister, Hannah, to the earl of Rosebery in a church marriage, but all was soon forgiven. In the battle against "Jewish Disabilities" they found allies in Quakers and Catholics, who were fighting for rights of their own. A Quaker accompanied Lionel to his seat in the Commons, at the culmination of a 12-year battle to circumvent the Christian oath. 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As a 40-year-old major of intelligence in Allenby's army, he claimed to have dropped, under fire, the haversack full of maps and documents that was supposed to mislead the Turks after he galloped along their Gaza front. Garfield shows that the haversack ploy was not Meinertzhagen's idea and was tried here by three different officers, but Allenby associated it with Meinertzhagen. Garfield introduces Meinertzhagen's visit to Israel in 1953 with a gratuitous account of Ariel Sharon's attack on the village of Kibia; it was a house-to-house operation, not an artillery attack as Garfield claims. At first a casual anti-Semite, Meinertzhagen became a Zionist in 1917 after meeting Chaim Weizmann and Aaron Aaronsohn, the organizer of the Nili spy ring in Zichron Ya'acov. At the peace conference of 1919 and later, his work for a Jewish national home was invaluable. But it ruined his career in the British army. Years later, David Ben-Gurion welcomed him to Jerusalem as a hero. 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