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SINDBAD THE SAILOR. DURING the reign of the Caliph Haroun. Alraschid, there lived in the city of Bagdad a poor porter named Hindbad. One day, when the. the noble Sindbad the Sailor, that famous traveller who sailed over every sea upon which the sun shines?" The porter, who had often heard people speak of the. 十 Legend is of a young queen. Scheherazade, who greatly displeased her husband so much that he had sentenced her to death. 十 To postponed her.
The study focuses on the comparative elements, which are present in the real piece of writing about travels and the fictive storytelling style of travel accounts of the seven voyages of Sindbad the seaman. The innovative techniques, which the storytellers rely on for increased drama, suspense or other emotions, in spite of the language being colloquial will be discussed. The elements of imaginary journey, dramatic visualizations, fate and destiny, fantasy and science fiction, adventure and action are all amalgamated into a piece of travelogue. The use of the embedded narrative form of storytelling — narration by Sindbad the seaman to Sindbad the Landman, which in turn was narrated by Scheherazade to King Shahryar. The details of the travelogue shed considerable light on seafaring and trade in the East. Sindbad describes about the goods, pirates, tales of shipwrecks, birds and apes and the savages.
Barth also returns to the beginnings of literature. In previous works, he adapted the forms used when the novel was new or even yet to be born. His novel The Sot-Weed Factor is written in a 17th century style. Letters is in the form of an epistolary novel, a type of novel that was popular during the beginnings of Western literature.
Barth is not simply mimicking these novels of yesterday, but rather is mixing these older forms of literature with modern topics, viewpoints and styles to create a new form. His most recent interests extend further into the history of literature to the time of Scheherazade and the frame tale. A Thousand and One Nights, where one story forms the frame for others, which in turn can form the frame for still others, is a good example of the frame tale. That massive collection of stories, particularly the tales of the seven voyages of Sindbad the Sailor, forms the basis for Barth's newest novel, The Last Voyage of Somebody the Sailor.
The main plot concerns a middle-aged pauper who shows up on Sindbad's doorstep in medieval Baghdad shortly before the sailor's departure on his seventh voyage. The beggar manages to get himself invited to Sindbad's dinner table and convinces him to exchange stories, Sindbad's famous six so far for Somebody's as he calls himself more obscure ones about his own six voyages. The deal is struck, and over the next six days and nights, the tales are told. Somebody's tales concern on Simon Behler, travel writer, from Behler's younger days in the fictional town of Dorset on the Chaptico River on the lower Eastern Shore of Maryland in pre- and post-war America, to his travels around the world, and through his life as he finds success in his career and failure in his marriage.
Eventually, the tale relates how Simon Behler becomes Somebody the Sailor and ends up on Sindbad's doorstep in the "present" place and time. There are various interludes interspersed between the tales that explain the real history of Sindbad the Sailor, the background of his household, including his daughter Yasmin and her relationship with Somebody, the intrigues that are going on in the house at the time, and Sindbad's stories.
Not having read the Sindbad tales, I can only assume that the stories that Sindbad tells are the real ones. Barth retells them with wit, and in later interludes, reveals that some of them have figurative rather than literal meaning. Then a man appeared and asked me: Where have you come from? The man went on: I told him of my adventure and he listened in amazement. I was dying to know why he kept his horse tethered at the shore.
The foals that are born are so beautiful there are none like them in the whole world. This is the time of the new moon and the sea stallions arrive. When it's all over, I'll take you to the king. You're very lucky, you know, for you'd have died of hunger on this desert island if you hadn't met me. Later, back in the city the grooms told the king about my adventure.
I was appointed harbourmaster; it was my job to keep a register of all freight in transit and so I found myself in an excellent post. Just the same, I felt homesick, and every time a ship came in, I asked the captain if he was bound for Baghdad, for I intended to ask him for a passage home.
One day, however, as I took a note of the cargo on a ship that had just tied up, I asked: The owner was lost at sea and must have drowned. I'm going to see if I can sell them and take the money back to his family in Baghdad. I clung to a barrel that saved my life and drifted ashore on an island.
There, thanks be to Allah, I met the royal grooms. And it was the king himself who made me harbourmaster. The goods you're carrying on board your ship belong to me. I've never heard anything like it! He was forced to believe I was telling the truth.
He was astounded at what had happened, but everyone assured him that every word was true. He too gave me a gift and allowed me to leave with all my belongings.
I went aboard. Some days later, I was at Bassora and then back to Baghdad. I had grown far richer than before and quickly forgot all my past suffering. The following day, after providing the porter and the other guests with a delicious meal, Sinbad the Sailor again began to speak. I decided to invest some of my money in trading goods and went on board ship at Bassora for my second voyage. To begin with, it was a pleasant journey. Then one day, we reached a strange desert island.
Many of the passengers decided to go ashore and I sat down on the bank of a river and fell fast asleep. When I awoke there was not a soul in sight. The ship had sailed, for the captain had forgot all about me. However, I decided to climb a tree and survey the island.
It was then that I discovered a great white dome. Full of hope, I marched in the direction of the dome. The sun had not yet set and the sky was a fiery pink.
Suddenly, everything went dark, as though night had fallen. I looked up and saw an enormous bird with outstretch wings, shutting out the sunlight. I remembered then of hearing about a bird so huge it fed its nestlings elephants. The bird's name was Rukh. Just then I realised that the dome was really one of Rukh's eggs. Indeed, the great bird settled on top of the egg and dropped of t6o sleep.
I unwound my turban and twisted it to make a rope. I tied the end of it round the bird's leg so that it would carry me away with it. At the first light of dawn, the bird woke, spread its immense wings and took flight. So high did it rise into the sky that the earth almost vanished from sight, but it landed on a plateau.
I undid the knot. Rukh floated down into the valley below and when he returned, it was with a large The Seven Voyages Of Sinbad The Sailor snake in his beak.
Nobody lived on this plateau and, on the other side of the valley lay a mountain far too high for anyone ever to climb. All I could do was clamber down into the valley. When I got there, I saw the ground was littered with diamonds and full of terrible snakes. I couldn't help shuddering. Luckily, the snakes were not moving about that day, for fear of Rukh, but darkness was about to fall. I found a cave and blocked the entrance with a rock.
In the morning, I left the cave and started to roam the valley searching for a way out. Suddenly I came upon the carcass of an animal.
Just then I remembered once hearing the story of a doomed valley, into which diamond hunters would throw a large dead animal. The precious gems stuck to the carcass and the hunters would then wait for a vulture or eagle to appear.
The bird of prey would swoop down on the meat and carry it away in its talons to the plateau above. There, the diamond hunters, shouting and yelling, forced the bird to give up its prey. With this tale in mind, I filled my pockets with diamonds then roped myself to the dead animal. A little later, a huge eagle carried the carcass and me to the plateau. It was just about to tear into the flesh with its beak, when some men appeared, shouting loudly. The eagle flapped away and, though my clothes were bloodstained, I was alive!
I told the diamond hunters about my adventure and gave some diamonds to the man who had thrown the carcass into the valley. They all told me I was under Allah's own protection. I had come out alive from the valley of the snakes; something nobody else had ever done before. Next day, I set off homewards.
I bartered some of the diamonds for goods to sell and became richer than ever. When I arrived in Baghdad, my friends and relations welcomed me with delight and, again forgetting all my trials and troubles, I went back to an easy life. And that's the tale of my second voyage. I'll tell you about the third tomorrow. It's time to eat now," ended Sinbad the Sailor.
Sinbad the bearer of burdens had, like all those present, listened wideeyed to this story, and again that evening, he found himself gifted another three gold coins. Of course, next day, he hurried back to the sailor's home. He sat at his side till the rich man's friends came, then they sat down to a The Seven Voyages Of Sinbad The Sailor cheerful feast.
When the meal was over, Sinbad the Sailor told the tale of his third voyage. So I got a passage again at Bassora, on a fine vessel, together with other merchants. One day, we ran into a fierce storm and the captain began to cry: The sails are in tatters! Let's hope we can find shelter in the lee of Monkey Mountain. Though the monkeys are dangerous beasts! About the height of a child, hairy and smelly, they rushed about as we stood there without moving a muscle, afraid of what they might do.
All we could do was stand aside and watch them swarm up the masts and tear the rubber lifeboats with their sharp teeth. Soon after, a giant wave swept the vessel out to sea, with the horrid creatures still aboard, together with all our cargo.
As we wandered over the island, we caught sight of a huge castle-like building. Though very much afraid, we ventured through the gateway.
The castle looked deserted, but somebody certainly lived there for, in the middle of the courtyard stood a large bench and a bonfire of logs was ablaze.
We all sank on to the bench and, overcome by fatigue, fell fast asleep. As evening came the ground began to tremble. A terrifying creature was approaching us. It was a real ogre, gigantic with fierce red eyes, long fangs like those of a wild pig, a great mouth and huge ears.
The ogre grabbed me and started to prod me with his enormous hands. Luckily I was too skinny for his taste, so he picked out the plumpest of my companions, killed and made a meal of him. After this meal, he stretched out on the bench and slept whiie we shrank trembling in a corner, unable to sleep a wink. Next morning, the giant went off after locking the door behind him. For us it was a day of terror and the giant, when he returned, picked out another of our little band and made a meal of him too.
As soon as he had fallen asleep, we came to a decision: Now blinded, he was quite unable to catch us. He fumbled his way to the door and stumbled out, screaming horribly as he went. We ran as fast as we could down to the sea and hastily made a raft out of pieces of driftwood. The raft was barely in the water when we saw the giant coming, with an even more horrible-looking giantess. They started to hurl great rocks at us, and we were hit more than once.
Before we could escape their reach, they had managed to kill all my companions except two. Though by now the raft was scarcely afloat, it carried all three of us to another island. Not knowing where we were, we roamed all day, meeting no-one at all, and fell sound asleep when night fell. It was not a peaceful night, however. A giant snake crept up and gobbled down one of my friends.
Then it curled up and went to sleep. Shaking with terror, my remaining companion and I climbed a tree. Thinking he was sure to be safe there, my friend settled down in the lowest forked branch.
This was to save my life. For the snake later finding the poor man an easy victim, ate him up rather than climb to the top of the tree for me.
I didn't see how I could ever get away from this place alive. However, I had an idea. Picking up the planks lying round about, I tied one under my feet, another on each side, one along my stomach, another at my back and the last as a roof over my head.
This gave me a sort of armour. When, late that night, the snake did its best to devour me, it could not, no matter how hard it tried. My wooden armour withstood the crushing. The reptile squeezed and squeezed till dawn. I untied the planks and set off in search of food. My wanderings took me to the tip of the island, high above the sea. As I sat there, downhearted, staring at the water, I saw a ship sail past only a few hundred yards from the shore.
The crew heard my cries and I was safe at last. I was hoisted aboard, fed and clothed and later I told them my amazing tale, which naturally astonished those who heard it. A fair wind swept us safely into the port of Salahita. The captain then said to me: This ship is carrying a batch of goods belonging to one of the passengers who vanished on a desert island. Nothing has ever been heard of him again. If you like, you can try selling them. I'll give you a commission on what you manage to sell.
However, the bosun who was busy listing the cargo, asked a question: That's the name of the man who disappeared. I fell asleep on the island and when I awoke, you had all gone.
These are my goods. The diamond hunters I met on the mountain, to whom I told my tale, will vouch for all this. Some believed my words, others swore I was a liar. Suddenly, however, on hearing the words 'diamond hunters', one of the merchants came up to me and, after a good stare, exclaimed: Well, this is him! I know his face. Everything he says is true.
Which are they? That's how I got my belongings back and was able to go on trading as though nothing had happened.
When I returned home, I saw that I was even richer than before.
That's all I have to tell about my third voyage," Sinbad said, "but if you come back tomorrow, I'll describe the fourth one. Next morning, Sinbad the Porter hurried back to his rich friend. They enjoyed a meal and waited till all the other guests had appeared. Then Sinbad the Sailor started to tell the story of his fourth adventure. I bought a great quantity of goods, said goodbye and went to Bassora to find a ship. To begin with, the voyage was all plain sailing.
We all ended in the sea, though most of us were able to cling to bits of wreckage and keep afloat. Then the waters grew calm again and the waves washed us ashore on an island. Our first thought was to look for food and as we did so, we came upon a building. A band of naked men rushed out, without uttering a sound and shut us up in a large pen.
They brought us such strange food that I, who did not trust them, refused to eat. But, overcome by hunger, my friends gobbled it down. This was to lead to their ruin, for the more they ate, as though by magic, the hungrier they felt.
In horror, I realised that the naked men were the subjects of an ogre. They caught shipwrecked sailors, fattened them up with special food and then when they were nice and plump, strangled and roasted them.
While my friends, already out of their minds, were led to pasture just like farm animals, I began to starve. By the time I was nothing but skin and bone, nobody was paying the slightest attention to me and I took the opportunity to run away.
For seven days and seven nights I walked without stopping. At dawn on the eighth day, in the distance I could see folk picking peppers. They took pity on me and led me to their king. I told His Majesty everything that had happened since the day I left Baghdad, and feeling sorry for me, the king presented me with a silver coin.
I decided to stay in that hospitable city. It was easy to make friends with the citizens, and they soon had great respect for me. One day, I noticed that everyone the rich and the poor, always rode bareback. Surprised at this I mentioned it to the king and he asked 'What is a saddle like?
A skilled carpenter built the wooden shape, stuffed it with wool and covered it with leather. A blacksmith forged the stirrups. Then I strapped the saddle on a horse's back and persuaded the king to try riding it. He was so delighted that he gave me a generous reward for my work. A few days later, I had a visit from the Prime Minister. He too wanted a saddle, and in the end, so did many other important officials at Court.
I set to work at making saddles for them all and quickly became wealthy.
But what you need is a wife. I wish you to marry the young lady I've chosen for you. I was perfectly happy with my wife and lived in peace. A little time later, I went to visit one of my neighbours. His wife had died and he was desperate. You've still a life to live. Maybe you'll get married again and find a wife that is even better than your first one! But you're perfectly healthy! That's our custom. The dead woman was gently laid in her coffin and carried to the foot of a hill by the sea shore.
There the gravediggers lifted up a great stone, revealing a deep pit. Once the coffin had been lowered into the pit, the widower was obliged to follow it down, taking with him nothing but a jug of water and seven pieces of bread. It touches all who live in this land and have married here.
This meant that my life would be linked to my wife's, and if she were to die, I would be buried with her. By sheer ill luck wife did fall ill some time after and died only a few days later. Her relatives arrived, dressed her, adorning her with all her jewellery, then laid her in her coffin. They firmly gripped me and though I struggled and protested, I was lowered into the pit. The stone clanged back into place over my head. Wild with terror, I fainted.
When I came to my senses I could see, with the aid of a feeble light filtering from a tiny crack, that I was in a vast cavern. All around, amongst broken coffins, lay skeletons covered with jewels. Horror gave way to madness. I started to gather up the precious stones, without thinking that I would never be able to take them out, for this place was to be my own tomb.
Overcome by desperation, I screamed, wept and swore, before dropping exhausted by the wall of the cavern. The days passed. I had carefully rationed my bread and water to make it last. I soon lost all notion of time and had no idea how long I had been down this pit. Yet a small ray of hope shone within me. I had survived so many other adventures and trials that it seemed impossible that I should die now.
One day, the noise of rolling stones wakened me from sleep. I leapt to my feet and rushed towards the spot the sound seemed to come from. There I saw a huge badger which, alarmed at my sudden arrival, fled along a tunnel. I followed it and after crawling for what seemed an eternity, caught sight of light: In the open air again, I found myself halfway up the hillside.
Fresh air at last! I felt as though I had been given a new lease of life. However, I went back along the tunnel to the cavern and stripped the dead of the jewels they would never need again. On the shore I managed to catch some lobsters and other molluscs. The days went by, and at last I saw a ship. I rushed to the top of the hill and waved a white cloth. Luckily someone saw it and a lifeboat was lowered into the water.
I was soon aboard, safe and sound. The ship continued on its way. It was an uneventful voyage, and some days later, I returned to Baghdad and my family and friends. And that," said Sinbad, "is what happened to me on my fourth sea voyage. It was late when the porter rose to his feet to leave, and again he found three gold coins slipped into his hand.
I began to feel the wanderlust again. This time I bought a ship, signed on a captain and loaded it with cargo. We sailed and traded from one island to another, till one day, we dropped anchor in a bay of a desert island.