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Checking the camel’s teeth and health before setting off through the Kenyan bush, February 2006.


Heading through the bush. The library travels from Garissa in Kenya’s Northeast Province to outlying settlements.

Arriving near a population center, where people gather beneath the largest acacia.

Settlement huts

Children in Northeast Province, Kenya, looking at the books brought by the camels.

Two boys share a book.

Schoolgirl oblivious to her surroundings as she reads. The books, most donated, are in English and Swahili. Storybooks are a favorite, followed by adult fiction.



One of the librarians, Joseph Otieno, helps a patron read.


Camel being readied for return trip through the bush.

(Photo credits: Briana Orr and Masha Hamilton)
Book donations to the Camel Library can be sent to:
Garissa Provincial Library
For Camel Library
Librarian in Charge
Rashid M. Farah
P.O. Box 245
Garissa, Kenya
Book donations for small libraries throughout Africa can be sent via: African Library Project
Library Journal’s story about the book
Behind The Book essay for Powells Bookstore
The Camel Bookmobile made its first run almost a decade ago. Three dromedaries trudged through dusty, arid northeastern Kenya near the border with Somalia to bring a library to settlements so tiny and far-flung they’d become nearly invisible; places lacking roads and schools, where most people had never held a book between their hands and where they lived daily with drought, hunger and disease.
I first heard about the project from my daughter one autumn afternoon as I drove my three children to the Bear Canyon Library in Arizona’s Tanque Verde valley. She’d read an article in Time For Kids. One detail in particular piqued my interest. Because books were rare and precious in the reaches of Africa far from the safari vacationers, the camel-powered library initiated a severe fine. If even one person lost a book, the bookmobile would boycott that entire village, choosing another to visit instead.
The fine was intended both to protect books so literacy could spread, and to encourage a wandering people to adopt the practices of a more settled world. But reality, as always, would be more complex than theory, I knew.
As I listened, the entire arc of a story came to me in one gulp. I imagined an American librarian who travels to Africa to give meaning to her own life, and ends up losing a piece of her heart. I saw a scarred African boy, once mauled nearly to death by a hyena, who finds an extraordinary way to enlarge his narrow world. I saw a huddle of mud and dung huts where a few books go missing, and where people who fear for their way of life turn their anger on the disfigured boy.
Through it all, I envisioned books – Dr. Seuss, Homer, vegetarian cookbooks, Tom Sawyer, Hemingway novels, Zen meditations, short stories about modern love – traveling through the remote desert on the arched backs of camels, like notes from another world sealed in a bottle and tossed into a sea.
It was the first time I’ve ever experienced a story in that way, and it was intoxicating. I began to share parts of it with my children, my voice rising as we pulled into the library parking lot. But then I stopped abruptly. I didn’t want to spend the story’s energy yet, I told them.
Why have my novels been set in foreign countries? I’ve been asked this question. I’ve been told Americans only like to read about themselves. But like Fi Sweeney, the librarian in the novel, I’m convinced that the chance to see ourselves through another’s prism is important – perhaps more than ever. One theme the novel explores that may be particularly crucial right now is the idea that American generosity, deeply rooted in our national character, can also sometimes inadvertently cause harm.
I had more to learn about the book’s characters and their world, of course, and bringing them to life on the page still took years after that initial swell of story. But because I knew so much of the story so quickly, I had company during the writing process. Fi Sweeney, Scar Boy, the village teacher Matani, his alluring wife Jwahir and her lover, the drummaker Abayomi: from the first, their voices joined together to narrate a tale I could not ignore.
(Pictures on this page show Masha with the actual camel-mobile library in Kenya during her trip in February 2006)
For information on the camel library as provided by the Kenya National Library Service, click here.
See the articles in December 2007 O, The Oprah Magazine, and March 2008 Family Circle.
The Tennessee Library Association has chosen The Camel Bookmobile as its “One Book, One Conference” selection for its April 2008 conference.
Amelia Island, Florida, chose The Camel Bookmobile as their annual “One Community, One Book” read for 2008.
Racine, Wisconsin chose The Camel Bookmobile as their annual “Racine Reads” for 2008.
The Camel Bookmobile is chosen as an October 2007 read by the Pulpwood Queen book club, which calls itself “the largest meeting and discussing book club in the world.”
Masha is teaching two online novel classes in the Fall. See details here.
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“Books, Books Everywhere . . .”
This is the mantra of Fiona Sweeney, the heroine of Masha Hamilton’s inspiring new novel The Camel Bookmobile, a tale about an American librarian who leaves Brooklyn to work for a relief organization in Africa that sends books on the backs of camels to forgotten villages. Fiona’s intentions are entirely pure but, when the bookmobile causes a feud among the nomadic tribe it aims to help, she realizes her good deeds may come with a high price.
The actual Camel Bookmobile made its first run almost a decade ago. Three dromedaries trudged through arid northeastern Kenya near the unstable border with Somalia to bring a library to settlements so remote they had become nearly invisible. Lacking roads, clean water, and food, those who inhabited these villages had never been to school much less held a book in their hands. The books that came to them were rare and precious gifts, allowing them to briefly escape the reality of squalor and destitution.
To read Page 69 of The Camel Bookmobile and see if it works for the Page 69 test, check out Marshal Zeringue’s great blog, Campaign for the American Reader To receive a galley or schedule Masha for an event, contact Masha directly or
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