Reviewed by David Maclaine
Winter Quarters is a satisfying novel whose title doesn't quite capture the subject. Alfred Duggan liked to write about likeable people, and this book follows two of them from their home on the edge of the Pyrenees to the deserts at the far end of the Mediterranean. Two friends take flight because one of them has accidentally interfered with one of the most secret of the women's rites, earning the wrath of the Great Goddess. The duo make their first contact with the Roman world at the fringes of Julius Caesar's conquest of Gaul, but soon they are heading farther and farther east, hoping to find a land where the Goddess has no power. Instead they discover that wherever they look closely her worship is still alive and well in one disguise or another. But soon they've got worse problems than a ubiquitous, hostile Goddess. Their road goes east because they've joined the Parthian expedition of Marcus Licinius Crassus.
The two friends' exploration of the varied forms of worship in the Mediterranean provides the novel's substance and local color, and the doomed campaign in the east provides its denouement, but most of the book's charm comes from the interplay of the two main characters. One is a bit gullible and tends to get into trouble with women; his buddy is more cynical and worldly wise. Bob Hope and Bing Crosby made careers of playing characters like these with adventures in exotic lands, although I don't recall a film of theirs in which Dorothy Lamour ended up as a temple prostitute. Duggan could easily have given Winter Quarters a title like The Road to Carrhae or gone high-brow and named it The Varieties of Religious Experience in the Age of Caesar. Whatever you call it, it's a stimulating journey in pleasant company, well worth your time. (1956; 224 pages)
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