Born on 7 June 1831 in Islington, London, [4] to an Irish mother and a father who had been a British Army officer before becoming a banker, Edwards was educated at home by her mother and showed early promise as a writer. She published her first poem at the age of seven and her first story at the age of twelve. Thereafter came a variety of poetry, stories and articles in several periodicals, including Chambers's Journal, Household Words and All the Year Round. She also wrote for the Saturday Review and the Morning Post. [5] [6] A really fun travel book; that is, fun to read while travelling, even if one is not sailing up the Nile. I find it harder to complain about modern travel, for one thing. a b c d e f "Edwards, Amelia Ann Blanford". Oxford Dictionary of National Biography (onlineed.). Oxford University Press. doi: 10.1093/ref:odnb/8529. (Subscription or UK public library membership required.) Matthew, H. C. G.; Harrison, Brian, eds. (2004). Oxford Dictionary of National Biography. New York: Oxford University Press. pp.908–909. ISBN 0-19-861367-9.

The book has two great strengths. The first is that it describes, often in detail, the archaeological remains as they were in 1873-74; many have been subsequently damaged, destroyed, or relocated (e.g. Philae and Abu Simbel in 1968 because of the Aswan Dam). While written descriptions can become tedious, most of Edwards' are quite vivid. Even when she fails (on the hall of Seti I at Karnak), she is eloquent: EES intern Elizabeth Owen writes about the Saqqara Sacred Animal Necropolis object card digitisation project. One commenter called the book "slow". What, exactly, would you expect? It's a travel journal, after all: no plot, character development, conflict, climax, final reveal, et cetera. Staying at Shepheard’s Hotel, they searched for a dahabiyeh in which to travel up the Nile to Abu Simbel, eventually chartering“our dear, memorable ‘Philae.’” And so began an adventure that would result in a best-selling book, and would convince Amelia of the need to preserve the monuments of Egypt for future generations.The author was a bit different for her time, so her take on traveling in Egypt is fascinating. At times she is forward-thinking and other times buys into the thinking of her class at the time. I laughed out loud at a passage where she embraces the then-recent deciphering of hieroglyphics. She compares people who still think they can't be translated to people who think the earth is flat. Go with science is her thought. Brilliant. Would love to know what she would make of modern-day flat-earthers. Much harder to get past was her whole assertion that the British take things for their museums for study and preservation, that the French take things for their museums only for glory, and Arabs just steal things for profit. There's an idea that hasn't aged well. Edwards, Amelia B. (1891). Pharaohs, Fellahs and Explorers (onlineed.). New York: Harper & Brothers. This book is so interesting and should be required reading for anyone interested in Egyptology. Reading about ruins along the Nile before they were massively excavated was fascinating. I regularly Googled pictures showing modern versions of the ruins Edwards witnessed. She spoke of colors and skin fragments that, to my knowledge, are now quite difficult to find.

in a religious sense; for the myths of Horus 11 and Hathor 12 are interdependent; the one being the Alongside a second edition of the work from the Society’s own Special Collections, visitors to the exhibition will also find other tomes that inspired Amelia’s fascination with Egypt and travel including John Gardner Wilkinson’s Manners and Customs of the Ancient Egyptians and a copy of Arabian Nights. This book is a classic travelogue written by Amelia B. Edwards, a British writer and Egyptologist. The book is a record of Edwards' journey along the Nile River in Egypt and the Sudan. It provides a vivid and detailed account of the people, places, and cultures she encountered along the way. Most travellers moor for a day or two at Karnak, and thence make their excursion to Bab-el-Molûk. By so doing they lose one of the most interesting rides in the neighbourhood of Thebes. L. and the Writer started from Luxor one morning about an hour after daybreak, crossing the river at the usual In April of 1892Edwards succumbtocomplicationsdue toexhaustionand a suppressed immunity due to her battle with breast cancer.Early life [ edit ] Bust of Amelia Edwards, Petrie Museum, University College, London Titian's Birthplace, drawn by Amelia Edwards in her book Untrodden Peaks and Unfrequented Valleys. A depiction of a location in Caprile. [3] Herbert, Kari (2016). Explorers' Sketchbooks. London: Thames and Hudson. p.100. ISBN 978-0500252192. Dr Karin Sowada presents recent scientific study of liquid commodities exchanged between Egypt and the Levant during the third millennium BCE. Start time - 18:00 (Egypt)

In addition, Edwards became an artist. She would illustrate some of her own writings and also paint scenes from other books she had read. [7] She was talented enough at the age of 12 to catch the eye of George Cruikshank, who went so far as to offer to teach her, but this talent of hers was not supported by Edwards's parents, who saw art as a lesser profession and the artist's way of life as scandalous. [8] Their negative decision haunted Edwards through her early life. She would wonder frequently whether art would not have been her true calling. [9] It is a classic travelogue that provides a fascinating and enlightening look at the history and culture of ancient Egypt and the Sudan. means of a lever spooned out for the thumb to rest in, just like the lid of a German beer-mug of the present day. a b Benjamin F. Fisher IV (1985). "Amelia B. Edwards". In Bleiler, E. F. (ed.). Supernatural Fiction Writers. New York: Scribner's. pp.255–260. ISBN 0-684-17808-7. To go down into one of these great sepulchres is to descend one's-self into the Lower World, and to tread the path of the shades. Crossing the threshold, we look up — half-expecting to read those terrible words in which all who enter are warned to leave hope behind them. The passage slopes before our feet; the daylight fades behind us. At the end of the passage comes a flight of steps, and from the bottom of that flight of steps we see another corridor slanting down into depths of utter darkness. The walls on both sides are covered with close-cut columns of hieroglyphic text, interspersed with ominous shapes, half-deity, half-demon. Huge serpents writhe beside us along the walls. Guardian spirits of threatening aspect advance, brandishing swords of flame. A strange heaven opens overhead — a heaven where the stars travel in boats across the seas of space; and the Sun, escorted by the hours, the months,Explore the royal regalia of the Pharaohs of Ancient Egypt and maybe spot some on your next museum visit! That said, we’ve already covered Mary Anning the famous fossil hunter who provided specimens to the most renowned experts of her time. She was considered an authority as well. We’ve also covered Elizabeth Philpot another early fossilexpert and dear friendof Anning, who was renowned and respectedamongher male peers.