Who could resist a title like that?
It conjures images of Indiana Jones and impenetrable jungles and King Kong and mummies and boats drifting on steamy rivers and Tarzan and Mowgli and really really BIG snakes…
…why did it have to be snakes?
Oh, and it’s a true story.
A friend read this and recommended it, I borrowed it from the library, it’s a recent book.
In Lost City of the Monkey God, Douglas Preston deals with large venomous fer-de-lances, hidden jaguars, uncertain governments, drug runners and illegal loggers to be part of a crew that tracks down a legend.
Somewhere in the jungles of Honduras is a Lost City, abandoned by the gods and swallowed by the jungle. Fragments of story linger in local folk tales, and no one can tell whether they are myth or memory.
Various adventurers over the centuries go forth to uncover it, but come back empty handed.
Until something on the edge of science fiction, lidar, enables 21st century explorers to see through the cloaking jungle to the buried cities below.
The Lost City is more than one. Like Robin Hood and King Arthur, many individual truths have become one great myth.
And our hearty, hardy adventurers set out to uncover the truth about a vanishing civilization.
Mud, rain, government red tape, dysfunctional aircraft, rain, snakes, jaguars, rain, mosquitoes, rain, mud and snakes…
why did it have to be snakes…
They will discover fabulous things…
and their greatest obstacle will be a tiny sand fly…
Not only a ripping good yarn, but a deeper look into how real world archaeology works, the many obstacles archaeologists must overcome to study and preserve ancient history. And how civilizations grow, collide and collapse (some cautionary tales for the 21st century).
Add to that, an intriguing…and frightening… medical mystery.