A review by sidharthvardhan
Khufu's Wisdom by Naguib Mahfouz

3.0

"What augustness, and what grandeur! And what suffering and struggle in their pursuit! Was it right for so many worthy souls to be expended for the sake of his personal exaltation? Was it proper for him to rule over so noble a people, who had only one goal — his own happiness."

Khufu's wisdom seems to be such a waste of idea. It could be a fine story about a man's obsession with his death. Or rather immortality.
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"immortality is itself a death for our dear, ephemeral lives."

Perhaps it is absurd in some way to have your death on your mind any more than a sentence, if it could think, was to obsess about its full stop - not wanting to end, or wanting to somehow stay around after the full stop. But what is death but end of life? At least a full stop has an existence on paper (or screens) - it indicates a pause when speaking. Death is not even any of that. Yet we obsess with death and like I said want to somehow exist beyond that full stop. The dream of physical immortality being imposssible, we look to do it by making it so that we are remembered beyond our death - for most it shows in desire for children. In others, it takes the form of doing something that will make them worth remembering - 'make a dent on the universe' as Steve Jobs put it. Most do it through art and books. Khufu decided to do it in a way so poetical, that it shows both the excess and absurdity of his dream - by building the biggest tomb of the world for himself. What will you say about a man whose life's biggest project, on which he spent twenty years and incredibly huge amount of resources, was preparation of his death? Excusing his actions on idea of some imagined greatness:

"And what is Egypt but a great work that would not have been under taken if not for the sacrifices of individuals? And of what value is the life of an individual? It equals not a single dry tear to one who looks to the far future and the grand plan. For this I would be cruel without any qualms. I would strike with an iron hand, and drive hundreds of thousands through hardships - not from stupidity of character or despotic egotism. Rather, it's as if my eyes were able to pierce the veil of the horizons to glimpse the glory of this awaited homeland. More than once, the queen has accused me of harshness and oppression. No - for what is Khufu but a -wise man of far-seeing vision, -wearing the skin of the preying panther, -while in his breast there beats the heart of an openhanded angel?”

And, in fact, he spent his last years inside the tomb while .... guess what? writing a book of wisdom that will make him memorable. His true wisdom, except if title was supposed to be ironical (which isn't Mahfouz's style), really seemed to be his quiet acceptance of his disillusionment and death toward the end.

And this book started off awesome with some pretty 5 star stuff - characters speaking in that sophisticated manner which made everyone in Plato's dialogues look like nerds. The trouble is Mahfouz's book really doesn't stick around Khufu all that long. Except for the first few chapters, he is a side-character - sometimes not appearing for chapters, with his successor being the protagonist. The successor, Djedefra wasn't all that interesting to me. His is a story of a rags-to-riches boy who is perfect in everything he do. And there seemed something lacking with Mahfouz's narration too - all his characters seem to be dying of too much of emotion in here. This comes from someone who has enjoyed Mahfouz's novels before.

The best moment of the book was in the time when Khufu takes a whole army unit to kill a new born baby. It might be another irony that the boy would be raised by wife of a man who build the tomb and the inspector who overlooked the property. It could hold some interest for being a book on ancient Egypt written by an Egyptian author which is why it gets the last half star.

"What a pity! For if only those suffering from loss would remember that Death is a void that effaces memory, and that the sorrows of the living vanish at the same speed with which the dead themselves disappear, how much toil and torment they could avoid for themselves!"