An unconventional English woman and an inscrutable stranger meet and love in an oasis of the Sahara. This novel is an intense, glowing epic of the great desert, sunlit barbaric, with its marvelous atmosphere of vastness and loneliness.
over a copy of the /Depeche Algerienne/, put the paper down, scratched his blonde head, on which the hair stood up in bristles, stared for a while at nothing in the firm manner of weary men who are at the same time thoughtless and depressed, and thrown himself on his narrow bed in the dusty corner of the little room on the stairs near the front door. Madame, the landlady, had laid aside her front and said her prayer to the Virgin. Monsieur, the landlord, had muttered his last curse against the Jews and drunk his last glass of rum. They snored like honest people recruiting their strength for the morrow. In number two Suzanne Charpot, Domini's maid, was dreaming of the Rue de Rivoli.
But Domini with wide-open eyes, was staring from her big, square pillow at the red brick floor of her bedroom, on which stood various trunks marked by the officials of the Douane. There were two windows in the room looking out towards the Place de la Marine, below which lay the station. Closed /persiennes/ of brownish-green
The Garden of Allah is the story of Domini, a wealthy and unmarried woman from an unhappy family. She journeys to Algeria and meets Boris, a mysterious man with a dark secret. They fall in love, get married, but is the ending happy? You have to read it to find out.
Robert Smythe Hichens' greatest gift is the way he describes atmosphere. His writing almost puts the reader at the scene. However, I had difficulty with this book as I didn't really like or empathize with either Domini or Boris, and it was hard to care what happened to them. The Garden of Allah didn't have the suspense element that Bella Donna had, so it was not as absorbing a read.