My ex-partner (and ex-friend) Boris Said died on March 24, 2002
of liver cancer, aged sixty-nine. Those on this list who have
been following the long, convoluted progress of the Sphinx theory
and all that relates to it may be familiar with Boris's name
and with his role in producing our video, MYSTERY OF THE SPHINX.
Without that video, the theory and all the rest would be relegated
to a distant back burner on an obscure stove somewhere. Boris's
name and his memory are tied in my mind inextricably to that
project.
Those
who met Boris at any time over the course of his 69 years, even
briefly, probably will not have forgotten him; physically powerful,
radiating an almost superhuman, high octane intensity, with
a quick, coarse humor and and even quicker, coarser temper,
infinitely resourceful especially when his back was to the wall
-- which it usually was, since he found ways to make sure that's
where it stayed. Boris Said (pronounced Sa-yeed - half Russian,
half Persian) was a memorable, unique (well, we are all unique,
but some are more unique than others) larger-than-life character,
ex-race driver (Ferrari/Porsche -- sports cars, never made Formula
driving) ex-Captain of the U.S. Olympic Bobsled team, absolutely
fearless; a man of endless anecdotes, endlessly dreaming up
admirable projects, indefatigably organizing film crews, support,
sponsors, finances and then, almost as if programmed, finding
ways to sabotage these projects just prior to completion, bringing
everyone involved down with the ship, including himself. As
self-destructive as he was destructive, Boris made many enemies;
and unfortunately kept but few friends.
One
of these days, in the multi-volume autobiography I work on sporadically,
the Book of Boris section will be vivid reading, and it won't
be brief. I do not know exactly who or what the demon was that
drove him, but driven he was, only very rarely arriving at his
chosen destination. There was a memorial service for him in
New York, attended, I'm told, by a couple of dozen people he'd
somehow managed not to alienate. I wasn't included in the invitation
list; perhaps because it was feared I might stand up and say
pretty much what I'm saying here, and I would have, so this
was a wise decision. (I can never understand this custom of
eulogizing people at death no matter what their faults may have
been or how much havoc they may have caused in life. What's
the point? Is the ka of the deceased hovering about, and hearing
everyone spouting a lot of well-intentioned baloney, it says
to itself: Gee, I guess I wasn't such a louse after all? This
is not esoteric philosophy as I understand it!)
Why
not just tell it as you see it; the good and the ill?) In this
case, while others might have been at that service largely because
they'd never actually been burnt by Boris, I might have been
the only person there who had something specific to be actively
grateful to him for, and so might have made a unique contribution
to the gathering.
MYSTERY
OF THE SPHINX was, I think, the only one of Boris's many projects
that made it to completion and a showing. Without him that video
would not have been produced or launched. At the same time,
it was only through the concerted efforts of the rest of our
crew, realizing along the line how destructive and divisive
he was and uniting to prevent him from scuttling it before it
was complete, that we managed to rescue it. It was a hair's
breadth escape at that. Later we learned he'd managed to plunder
close to $150,000 out of the till along the way. So, successful
as the show was, (one of the most successful documentaries ever
made) it ended up, and to this day remains, deep in the red.
But
MYSTERY OF THE SPHINX is not just another documentary. A financial
debacle it was, certainly; but much more than finance is at
stake in terms of science, scholarship, the history and possibly
even the future of human civilization itself. If our Sphinx
theory is endorsed by the geology panel we intend to bring to
Egypt in the near term future, and if that produces the desired
impact, forcing a radical rewriting across a spectrum of disciplines,
Boris will have played a key, unique and absolutely essential
role in that process. Nobody else could have or would have done
what he did. Without him there would be nothing.
I
do not know if plea bargaining is allowed in the Great Court
of Osiris, but if it is, I like to think that his role in making
this show happen, thereby generating all that followed...(and
that is yet to come) will be placed on the feather-side of Ma'at's
balance. For the heart side, I suspect, will not be light.
While
we were working on the show, before relations got edgy, and
long before I realized the extent of the wholesale financial
plunder, Boris started calling me Pharoah (a role I was never
very comfortable with! Royal Scribe, maybe, OK. But Pharoah?
No ... not my style.) Anyway, I retaliated by calling him 'General'
for which he was, at least in principle, much better suited.
I can think of nothing Boris would like less in death than to
have people wish him: Rest in Peace!
My
own posthumous message would be: No, don't rest in peace. Charge!!!
But this time, if you're given another chance on that battlefield,
train your weapons on the enemy! Not on your own troops and
yourself! Understood?
