The Daily Telegraph magazine - Marrakech cover (8 September 1972)
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Good condition for age - yellowing to page edges - some light bending/creasing throughout
KITE FLYING - Kite-flying is not just child's play. Two furniture makers from Cheltenham (Peter Powell and David Brown) are hoping to get the sport off the ground by breaking the world altitude record with a string of kites designed and built by themselves Two and a half pages
AFTER HAILE-SELASSIE... THE DELUGE? - The Emperor Haile-Selassie is a renaissance monarch who rules in tropical regions, and a liberal reformer who enjoys the powers of an ageing autocrat. Ethiopia is itself a modern anomaly, the only African state whose modernisation cannot be built on the foundations of colonial rule. It is a country in which the Emperor's word is law. This year Haile-Selassie celebrated his 80th birthday; but death is no respecter of emperors. What, asks John Moorehead, will happen to Ethiopia? Five and a half pages
AUTHOR AT ELEVEN - Schoolgirl Polly Donnison drew the pictures and wrote the stories for her book, William the Dragon, when she was 11. Three years later it is being published, and rugby enthusiast Polly is horrified by the fuss 3 pages
RICHEST SOUK OF THE AFRICAN DESERT - City of the Sons of Shadow and the Daughters of Night, of rose red walls and past glory: Marrakech. Today its power has declined; but still it pulls to it a myriad people. Arthur Koestler describes this magical oasis, the first in a series of mystical cities Six and a half pages
LOST IN AN ECSTASY OF GLOOM - The light (and the shadows) in the landscapes of Caspar David Friedrich are the expression of a Germanic religious despondency. After 150 years the force of the man's vision remains. Yet Friedrich is the last great figure of Romantic painting to remain completely unknown in this country, and an exhibition of his work at the Tate Gallery is the first in Britain. It is also the largest to be staged anywhere, and contains the greater part of all his surviving work. Edwin Mullins writes about the mysterious melancholy of Friedrich's paintings Three and a half pages