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The Tuareg: Blue Man of the Sahara
by George DiGuido
978-1-58776-157-7
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A sweepingly romantic historical adventure set against a background of the African Slave Trade.

Diligently researched and poetically written, The Tuareg sweeps you into a world of abolitionists, shipwrecks, slave ships, camel caravans, desert raids, harems, and the 1830 invasion of Algiers by France's armed forces.

Illustrator: Francois Thisdale

Author Bio: Brooklyn-born George DiGuido attributes his interest in and love of Saharan culture to his WWII stint in Morocco. Prior to that the only sand he ever saw was the beach at Coney Island.

Subsequent treks to Morocco and Tunisia strengthened his love of things African, and inspired the writing of The Tuareg.

Postwar, DiGuido enjoyed a long and successful career in New York, Detroit,and Chicago advertising agencies. His expertise as an Art Director for print and television advertising on major accounts charges his novelís every scene with a highly cinematic quality.

The author lives in a Chicago suburb with his wife, two adopted daughters from Poland, and his overly-affectionate Wheaten terrier, Kelly.

Review

"4/5 - Outstanding Great Read...it is certainly worth reading. You'll enjoy this book very much. This book should be at the top of your list." - Coffee Time Romance

Excerpt:

At first light a lone rider spotted a speck of white far off on the desert floor; instinct whispered it was human; premonition told him it was alive. Seeing airborne vultures the rider dug spurs into his camelís flank. "Run, Lachlar!" he commanded. "Run as toward an enemy!" The rough-hewn face of the rider echoed the shapes of the desert mountain crags; long nose, straight and ridge-like; angular cheeks as if sculpted by the wind; rock chin covered by a black beard sprinkled gray; lean, strong body Ė testimony to forty-three years on his beloved Sahara. Swathed in a dark blue burnous, what little skin showed through this swirling fabric was the color of a lionís coat, but, oddly, tinged with blue. Save for glittering black eyes no other feature was visible; his face was veiled. He was a Tuareg. A "blue man" of the desert.