Books like The Nature of Diamonds

My copy (published in 1954) is a childhood gift that I have treasured for more than 50 years. Flicking through the well-thumbed and weather beaten pages brings back so many wonderful memories of holidays and collecting trips.

As an avid collector of pebbles from an early age, this was the book that fuelled my interest in geology. Amazed to find that no two pebbles were the same or had the same story, I was fascinated by their diversity and beauty, what they were made of, and how they were formed.

When the book was re-issued in 2018, I couldn’t resist buying another copy. I read it from cover to cover with as much excitement as I had as a child and was reminded that this was the book that inspired me to become a professional geologist.

I met the author, Professor Mike Bassett, at the National Museum and Galleries of Wales on a visit from the Natural History Museum in London where I was the Curator of Gemstones. After an amazing walk around the museum and its collections, I finished my tour back in his office, where he gave me a signed copy of this slim book. I loved the photo of the front cover, of a coiled ammonite fossil with a fake snake head.

What particularly caught my interest was the fact that the book not only gave the scientific facts about the fossils but also introduced the more aesthetic, medicinal, and metaphysical aspects. I loved reading about the myths and legends and the entertaining nicknames such as Devil’s toenail for Gryphaea, a fossil oyster.

This is the book that I wish I had written. So many times I have thought about going on the travels that Victoria followed, but life got in the way, and I never made the all the journeys. Reading the book and following Victoria’s quest, even as an "armchair traveller," really brought the stories of the gemstones alive and answered questions that I had about the people, the places, and the politics of gemstones and the jewellery trade.

I loved that she started out with a simple idea, to find out more about her engagement ring, and then how much more she became interested in along the way and how her travels impacted her knowledge of gemstones and her outlook on life.

I find it difficult to walk past second-hand bookshops and charity shops and often find myself drawn to the antique books and children’s adventure books from the 19th and 20th century. The older, the better, and if they are about stones, pebbles, or gemstones, whether fact or fiction, I find them hard to resist. One of my recent finds, this book was published in 1960 and is an adventure story. It is part of The Boys’ and Girls’ Library—School and adventure stories by well-known authors.

I love the excitement and adventure that the boys get up to and their well-meaning antics, which usually land them in some dire situation that they either have to escape from or be rescued from. And there’s plenty for me to learn about the life of the opal miners and the geology.

I read this novel as a teenager who had just moved from the heavier Russian and Hindi classics to the lighter English ones. And was I hooked! It remains a lifelong favourite. 

The men in The Moonstone think they're running the show. They aren't. The women are—through letters, through silences, through one servant girl whose sections broke my heart so thoroughly I had to put the book down and go have a handful of namkeen.

Rosanna Spearman deserved better, and a hundred and fifty years later I'm still cross about it. That's what a good book does to you. It makes you hold grudges on behalf of people who never existed.

Part of the value of diamonds comes from how avidly people steal them. The cat-burglar on the French Riviera. The miner swallowing a stone and trying to make it past the x-ray at the gate. Or the conquerors, snatching jewels from one turban after another as they ride through history. That last is the story of the Koh-i-Noor (Mountain of Light), told with his usual panache by William Dalrymple, the celebrated historian of Mughal India, in this non-fiction account. It falls to Dalrymple’s co-author, journalist Anita Anand, to track the jewel though it's last, decidedly inglorious change of ownership—stolen by the British from the Maharaja Duleep Singh, when imperial forces prevailed upon him not only to sign away the Punjab, but also to make a “gift” of his family’s famous diamond to Queen Victoria. Sure, the Maharaja did in fact sign the document. But he was 10 years old.

Marian Fowler’s lavish non-fiction account tracks the storied diamond from its origins in India, where it was bought by the great French jewel merchant Jean-Baptiste Tavernier, who sold it to Louis XIV. Weighing 110 carats in the rough, the blue was eventually cut into a heart-shaped jewel of 67.13 carats, known to history as the French Blue. In the turbulent early days of the French Revolution, all the crown jewels were moved from the Palace of Versailles to the Garde-Meuble, a treasure house in central Paris. On the night of September 11, 1792, thieves broke in and stole the jewels. Many were recovered, but the French Blue vanished forever. Too famous to be sold as it was, the London jeweler who eventually bought it, cut it down to 44.5 carats—the jewel sold to Henry Philip Hope in 1830. The Hope diamond passed through many hands, leaving behind a trail of… show more.

I have a special fondness for 11 Harrowhouse, the 1973 thriller that spins the tale of a huge theft of rough diamonds from The System, a fictional London diamond powerhouse modeled on the real-life De Beers. When I started writing about diamonds, De Beers was still the Darth Vader of diamonds—all-powerful, feared, despotic. More than eighty percent of the world’s rough diamonds poured through its London headquarters at 17 Charterhouse Street. In the novel, thieves thread a hose from the roof into the diamond vault, and hoover up the loot. In reality, a different method was used to steal diamonds from De Beers’s London fortress, which I described in my non-fiction book, then re-tailored for my own purposes in The Russian Pink. 

Acres of Diamonds is a timeless tale that has impacted generations of readers including me. It reminds us that before we begin searching throughout the world for the things we think we don’t have, we need to look inside of ourselves and explore what we really do have. As an African farmer leaves his home and everything he knows to begin a frantic search for diamonds, he discovers the eternal lesson that we get what we love when we learn to love what we have. 

The Season of the Runer series is a great book for fans of The Witcher. It is unique in that it doesn’t focus on western European culture, but rather eastern European or middle-eastern or Eastern. Runers are humans who have committed a crime and been genetically altered. They’re bounty hunters, essentially. It follows Tzarik, a Runer, as he struggles with the will to go on. He meets Sybal, a diamond mine heiress and brand new Runer, and trains her to help him take down a necromancer. I enjoyed everything about this story, and I’d recommend it to those wanting a darker fantasy.