King Solomon's Mines

They don't write books like this any more, and that is both a good and a bad thing.

You have to keep telling yourself that this book was written a LONG time ago, since it is a pretty safe bet that something in this book will offend virtually any modern reader. I found myself shaking my head in disbelief and laughing sort of the same way I used to laugh while watching Archie Bunker--except that Archie was an anachronism even during his first run on TV, and Alan Quartermain is quite enlightened for his time. Not that different from reading Edgar Rice Burroughs, really.

IF you can get past that, and I hope that you can, this is a fantastic adventure novel. Absolutely top shelf---how did I miss this one? Full of heroic characters, dastardly show more villains, complex plots and schemes, hair-raising adventures, creepy settings, epic battles and something that I did not expect----humor. This book is laugh out loud funny even while telling a straight forward adventure yarn in the classic style. A style it pretty much invented, I might say, just as I think that it is no stretch to say that without Alan Quartermain there would be no Indiana Jones. In fact the whole vibe of the movie borrows quite a bit from Haggard's style.

I have already bought a ticket for the remaining books in the series. show less

This is certainly a book of its time, written originally in 1885, it is full of English Superiority over everybody, and the darker the skin, the more inferior the person is.

On the whole of it, its actually well written, but for modern readers who think elephants should not be hunted and everybody is equal, there will be both a lot of eye rolling, and out right rage (whole herds of elephants are decimated just for a few tusks of ivory). Also, there is exactly two named women in this story, one is an ancient witch, and the other is a beautiful tribes women (almost as beautiful as white person).

This story is the base for so many adventure stories and movies, such as Indian Jones Franchise. Its got witches, savages, exotic locations, show more missing heirs, pretty much everything you can want out of a book like this. So, if you can get past the 1880's British Superiority and the casual racism, its a good story, but not without its problems. show less

One of the classics in the genre – and when you start a review with something like that you're acknowledging that it hasn't necessarily travelled well. By modern standards, King Solomon's Mines is tame – less thrills-and-spills than a modern adventure, and with prose that is pared right back while still admitting all those old-fashioned Victorian flourishes.

But it is very quick to read and not without some humour. Author H. Rider Haggard is trying to overreach himself sometimes with his prose, and it becomes clumsy, but the workmanlike nature of the writing becomes a blessing: not only does it allow for pace, but it also suits our narrator, the elephant-hunter Allan Quatermain who is "more accustomed to handle a rifle than a pen" show more (pg. 6). Quatermain himself was a bit of a surprise: I expected a grizzled, larger-than-life adventurer (as you would expect, and as Sean Connery portrayed him in The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen), but Haggard's Quatermain states from the off that he is "a timid man, and don't like violence, and am pretty sick of adventure" (pg. 7); "a bit of a coward" (pg. 223). He isn't – by modern standards, at least – but it is an interesting approach. I don't know if it's better or worse, but it's interesting.

More importantly, King Solomon's Mines has served as a durable mould for the genre of adventure fiction – exotic landscapes, treasure hunts, perilous caverns and lost worlds – that to this day can excite with the same basic model that Rider Haggard demonstrated well over a century ago. The book's influence is huge (not least on Indiana Jones, which every review of the book is obliged to mention) and if its footprint is less immediately tangible than its self-identified rival, R. L. Stevenson's Treasure Island, it is still there.

With its old-fashioned style and its complete counterpoint to modern social mores – featuring big-game hunting, for example, and some – ah – dated attitudes to race and colonialism (all reviews are also obliged to mention this) – it can be a hard sell nowadays. But, mark you, there are diamonds in the mine. show less

You can think of this as basically a comic book for middle-aged Victorians, simply substituting Superman's superpowers for what Mark Ames so memorably termed the "White God" factor - weathered Anglo badass strolls into a savage land, uses his superior Caucasianosity to kick ass/get rich/fuck local women/own the joint, and departs with some ripping good yarns to regale the chaps back 'ome with over a pint. However, it's worth reminding yourself that this was the book that actually invented all these tropes, so when you're about to laugh out loud over the corniness of scenes like the one where the protagonist uses the prediction of an eclipse to terrify the ignorant tribesmen with White People Magic, just keep in mind that nobody had ever show more thought to do that before this 1885 blockbuster. Every cliché was once new.

Most negative reviews of this book seem to focus on that aspect, and what they see as the book's colonialist racism. While you can argue about what a truly progressive way to write an adventure story about Englishmen in Darkest Africa would be, decanting the Kipling and removing the Cecil Rhodes, I confess I didn't see the portrayal of native tribesmen as that bad. Let me repeat that the book was published in 1885; in that context, this is about the most enlightened tale you could expect. Feel free to make your own comparisons to Edgar Rice Burroughs' Tarzan, or Joseph Conrad's Heart of Darkness, or heck, even Tintin, but to be honest it's no worse than Indiana Jones, and should be looked at more in the vein of something like Robert Louis Stevenson's Treasure Island, which it was written to compete with. I have no doubt that the English really did expect something like this from their authors.

However, if you can get past the sometimes patronizing references to Africans, you're in for a treat: it's got a dying old-timer with a faded treasure map, a band of noble adventurers setting off on an impossible quest, dangerous big game hunting, deadly deserts, impassable mountain peaks, a forgotten civilization of powerful warriors, a mysterious native companion who turns out to be a king trying to reclaim his rightful throne, action-packed battle scenes, an evil witch, a doomed love affair, secret caves full of diamonds, and Our Hero ending up safe and sound after the adventure of a lifetime. It's the kind of story that was destined to sell zillions of copies, because no matter the century people will always want these kinds of adolescent stories. I wouldn't waste too much time trying to overanalyze it. show less

I read this book as a child, many, many years ago, but could remember little more than the title. The book is mentioned in Getting of Wisdom, and I took the hint, and have re-read the book.
It was first published in 1885 and is set in Southern Africa. It is full of that instinctive racism and bombast of the British in the Victorian era, but has a rollicking tale to tell - something like a cross between Rudyard Kipling and John Buchan.
The plot abounds in implausibility, but it is still an enjoyable read. The bigotry is harder to swallow, but it paints an informative picture of British colonial society of the time.

I loved this book. If not for the persistent casual racism (that thankfully mostly ceased after the first third, once the characters had left towns and civilisation for the desert and the mountains), it would have earned five stars.

That kind of talk, that was prevalent for those first few chapters, cannot go unchallenged, though.

What I long for is an adventure story told from the point of view of main characters of colour -- what of the African adventurers themselves who surely have histories and mythologies to share of their own culture? Of the Sherpas who tirelessly climb the slopes of Everest while the white people who pay them to carry all the gear garner the glory? Of the ancient southern, eastern, middle eastern and near eastern show more civilisations who built all of the magnificence characters like Quatermain, Umbopa, Curtis and Good seek? Those are surely magnificent, dramatic and exciting stories that deserve to be read as widely as those written by colonialists two centuries ago. show less

I found a free Kindle download for Allan Quatermain, this novel's sequel, and started reading it. When I realized it was a sequel, I dug this off the shelf it's been on for years and years, and finally gave it a read. And wow, was it fun! It's also completely surprising that it works: The narrator and main character, hunter Quatermain himself, is 55 years old at the start of the book, and describes himself at various point as "rather timid", "abhorrent of violence", and "a bit of a coward". But despite that, he leads Sir Henry Curtis and Captain Good, two chance-met British companions and a crew of hired natives into the heart of Africa, in hopes of finding Curtis's brother, who'd gone off some time before in search of a vast, rumored show more treasure. A marvelous pulp adventure is the result.

This book was written over 100 years ago, so it's inevitable that some of its assumptions and attitudes won't sit comfortably with modern readers. But I that that, for it's time, it's actually quite progressive. The white colonials develop respect for, and genuine friendship with, one of the natives with whom they travel. There's even an interracial relationship, to which Quatermain objects, but only for the trouble it would cause were the couple to return to England.

I kick myself for not reading this years ago. It was a true delight. show less