Jeremy Clarke Jeremy Clarke

Marrakesh: Moroccan style

Jeremy Clarke on lust, literature and luxury at one of Churchill’s favourite hotels

issue 29 October 2011

Jeremy Clarke on lust, literature and luxury at one of Churchill’s favourite hotels

A retired Egyptian army officer, comfortably married, two grown-up children, is relaxing with friends by the pool at his club in the smart Maadi district of Cairo. A lifelong heterosexual, Captain Ni’mat is surprised to find his idle gaze drawn for the first time in his life towards the youthful male bodies on display around him. That night he is assailed by a powerful homo­erotic dream, and the next day he finds himself casting lustful glances at his Nubian valet, Islam. During his daily massage, he asks Islam to also massage his buttocks. Islam does so, and it occurs to Captain Ni’mat that his buttocks, neglected for over 60 years, are being kneaded back to life. This thought completes a revolution in Captain Ni’mat’s consciousness, one thing leads to another, and before long he and his Nubian servant are having it off right, left and centre.

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