Die Bücherschmuggler von Timbuktu

Von der Suche nach der sagenumwobenen Stadt und der Rettung ihres Schatzes

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English, CharlieDedekind, Henning

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»Ein Meisterwerk des investigativen Journalismus. Ein kluges, fesselndes Buch!« The Guardian

Timbuktu ist ein Mythos - einst so reich, dass angeblich sogar die Sklaven Goldschmuck trugen, verfügt die abgelegene Stadt am Niger über einen ganz besonderen Schatz: eine der größten Bibliotheken mittelalterlicher Schriften. Als im Jahr 2012 die Stadt in die Hände von Islamisten fällt, droht die Vernichtung der Bücher. Doch eine Gruppe von Bibliothekaren und Archivaren schmuggelt die Bücher unter Lebensgefahr aus der Stadt. Eine große, meisterhafte Reportage über Menschen, die sich mutig der Vernichtung eines Wissensschatzes und Erbes der Menschheit entgegenstellen - und eine Zeitreise zu einer sagenumwobenen Stadt.

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ISBN/GTIN978-3-455-00682-7

ProduktartTaschenbuch

EinbandKartoniert, Paperback

VerlagAtlantik Verlag

Erscheinungsdatum04.01.2020

Seiten448 Seiten

SpracheDeutsch

Gewicht390 g

Artikel-Nr.2877775

KatalogZeitfracht

Datenquelle-Nr.191202988

WarengruppeGeisteswissenschaften, Kunst, Musik | Sprachwissenschaft, Literaturwissenschaft | Allgemeine und Vergleichende Literaturwissenschaft

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English, CharlieDedekind, Henning

Charlie English arbeitete als Redakteur beim Guardian, zuletzt als Chefredakteur des Auslandressorts. Erstmals reiste er im Alter von neunzehn Jahren nach Afrika, seitdem ist er immer wieder dorthin zurückgekehrt. Er lebt mit seiner Familie in London. Auf Deutsch erschien von ihm bislang Das Buch vom Schnee (2009).Heike Schlatterer, Jahrgang 1970, studierte Geschichte und Amerikanistik. Sie übersetzt Sachbücher aus dem Englischen, u.a. von Paul Theroux und Jaron Lanier.