Arabia Felix is the spellbinding true story of a scientific expedition gone disastrously awry. On a winter morning in 1761 six men leave Copenhagen by sea—a botanist, a philologist, an astronomer, a doctor, an artist, and their manservant—an ...
ill-assorted band of men who dislike and distrust one another from the start. These are the members of the Danish expedition to Arabia Felix, as Yemen was then known, the first organized foray into a corner of the world unknown to Europeans. The expedition made its way to Turkey and Egypt, by which time its members were already actively seeking to undercut and even kill one another, before disappearing into the harsh desert that was their destination. Nearly seven years later a single survivor returned to Denmark to find himself forgotten and all the specimens that had been sent back ruined by neglect.Based on diaries, notebooks, and sketches that lay unread in Danish archives until the twentieth century, Arabia Felix is a tale of intellectual rivalry and a comedy of very bad manners, as well as an utterly absorbing adventure.Arabia Felix includes 33 line drawings and maps.
*Spoiler content**Arabia Felix is the account of the Danish expedition into the Orient of 1761-1767. A great scientific, human and travelling endeavour, unfortunately doomed to misfortune from the beginning.The almost miracolous retourn to Denmark*Spoiler content** Arabia Felix is the account of the Danish expedition into the Orient of 1761-1767. A great scientific, human and travelling endeavour, unfortunately doomed to misfortune from the beginning. The almost miracolous retourn to Denmark of the only surviving member of the expedition 7 years after its beginning was welcomed with manifest indifference; the same fate was met by the various diaries, drawings and specimens that managed to reach the expedition's mother country. Luckily the great value of the Danish expedition begun to be recognised years after, when its last member was still alive. "Father was wholly and completely imtent on observing and scrutinising the world around him. Abstractions and specilations were alien to his very nature: he always had to formulate everything in concrete terms. In judging a book or an article he was extremely strict about whether the contents were true or not; the simpler the style, the more it pleased him. Poetry meant nothing to him [...] architecture interested him. Sculpture he was indifferent to. Music he loved. He lived to observe and interpret things around him." ...Continua Nascondi