I’ve really been enjoying have a literature based blog. I love books and the opportunity to share some of my favourites is something I’m having a great amount of fun with.
I also love music. The whole music industry is much more expanded since things went online, there is so much more ease in variety of what type of music you can listen to, where it comes from and what format to use.
The result is there is an abundance to discover. I regularly find new things, even if it’s been about a while and it’s just new to me, so as I do the same with books I thought I’d expand to music as well and post about the things I love.
I’m putting it all on a satellite blog, so if you just want writing that will still be the focus on these pages.
I really appreciate those that follow me here – thank you, I’d love it if you could also follow the new blog (I’ve kept it separate so those that do follow me here are not getting twice the amount of updates if they don’t want them – but that means if you do want to discover some interesting music from the new blog then you’ll need to follow that as well).
It’s still early days so at the moment there is only one or two posts up and like this site it will evolve over time; but I can assure you it will be varied and there are some great things coming!
One of my favourite eras is the late Victorian/early Edwardian times. Just beginning to lose the tightly controlled Victorian veneer of stuffiness it still had a charm and a formality but was much more relaxed. I love the fashions and if I could afford to dress the way the men did back then I would (hey I stopped caring what people thought about me ages ago) – although I’ve always thought it might become a little hot.
This love for that era of course affects and is affected by the literature that came out of it and this includes one of my favourite writers of all time. Jerome Klapka Jerome. Most famous for his work Three Men In A Boat, Jerome was a writer and humourist. Born in 1859 his sense of silliness and comedy make his works highly entertaining but are clever enough to give a great insight into his way of life, those of his generation and their way of thinking at the time. But as well as humour he proved adept at writing thoughtful novels such as All Roads Lead to Calvary.
To give it the full title Three Men in a Boat (To Say Nothing of the Dog) is a series of accounts of the said three men as they go on a boating holiday up the River Thames getting as far as…, well I won’t spoil that. Published in 1889, the three men discover not to always take the advice given to them by people who should know better (do not drink river water) but they also discuss their past experiences by way of deliberately straight faced anecdotes; everyone knows an Uncle Podger and have experienced laughing at the wrong time. All highly entertaining.
In 1900 it was followed up by, the I think even better but sadly lesser known these days, Three Men On The Bummel (where they go on a cycling holiday in Germany: Bummel said to be a German word for a trip that just happens with no major plans for where to go or how long it takes – turns out I take them a lot). Once more present and past events are discussed in all seriousness, that person who always “knows” how to fix something that doesn’t need fixing and disagreements about directions plus a whole lot more. If you like intelligent silly I’m sure you will love both of these.
“If a man stopped me in the street and demanded of me my watch, I should refuse to give it to him. If he threatened to take it by force, I feel I should, though not a fighting man, do my best to protect it. If, on the other hand, he should assert his intention of trying to obtain it by means of an action in any court of law, I should take it out of my pocket and hand it to him, and think I had got off cheaply.” ― Jerome K. Jerome, Three Men On The Bummel
Jerome K Jerome wrote far more than just these two books, and it’s sad that so much of his work is almost forgotten. He wrote humorous essays for magazines and some serious fiction. Both the novels Paul Kelver and All Roads Lead To Calvary highlight the life of the main character trying to make their way in a difficult world, both failing and succeeding at different times.
He himself was born into poverty and a hard life followed including the death of his family at a young age. Then as a young man everything was uncertain and it was only really the sudden success of his writing that upped his standard of living. As much as I say I like the style of those times, they were very difficult to live through. Unless you were very rich everything was always precarious. Paul Kelver is said to be practically autobiographical, you can get a sense of his experiences and just how tough things could be compared to what most of us take for granted now. Although his writing is known as fun when genuinely playing it seriously you get a glimpse of the melancholy.
You poor, pitiful little brat! Popularity? it is a shadow. Turn your eyes towards it, and it shall ever run before you, escaping you. Turn your back upon it, walk joyously towards the living sun, and it shall follow you. ― Jerome K. Jerome, Paul Kelver
They And I is lighter in tone. Written in the first person this also has links with his real life and I hope more is true than is made up; it seems happy. The account is of a father moving to the countryside with his young family and the adjustments that are needed – it’s very amusing.
Jerome did own a farm house near the small village of Ewelme in Oxfordshire, where he and his family are buried, not far from the River Thames.
I genuinely love nearly everything I’ve read from Jerome K Jerome, even his essays are preserved and worth reading. Some are funnier than others but there is always the sharp wit of observation supporting his words. As a nation I think we don’t give him the attention he deserves, we know of Three Men In A Boat and something in it about Hampton Court Maze but on the whole that’s about it; this is a shame.
Ever since the rise of McDonalds and their kin the word fast has become synonymous with lesser quality. I don’t always agree, and even when the “fast version” isn’t the luxury type there is still a place for it. A few years ago a winner of the Eurovision Song Contest got criticised for claiming the majority of music these days is “fast food” music. He might have a point that the music industry can favour the ephemeral and speedily lucrative at times, but there is still quality out there and sometimes you just want fun.
The same is true with books, not everything has to be a classic, or a potential award winner, sometimes you just want something light and easy, something “fast”.
Having said all of that the criticism can work the other way too. Some books are “slow” – they take their time to build, are gentle in the way they tell their story and don’t always spell out everything, It’s very easy to label these “boring” or state it doesn’t go anywhere and needs more action. The fact is there are so many different types of books because they appeal to a variety of people and some are written for a slower audience – no, let me restate that; a book shouldn’t always have to have roller-coaster dynamics, those without will be appreciated by some – so let us have them.
Personally I like slow books. I like to gently follow the story and the characters. That’s not to say I don’t like “faster” books with action and adventure, yes I do – but I see a place for the full spectrum.
Some of the books I’ve heard other people mention that they found “dull” (or other similar expressions) I’ve loved, in fact some are well established to be “good reads” for someone to come along and state “I don’t know what the fuss was about I found it boring and gave up.” Well fair enough, we all have different tastes but in this blog I’m going to stand up for two “slow” books and if you like that type of thing, I’d recommend them.
Described by some as “pretentious” and “banal”, instead I found The Elegance Of The Hedgehog by Muriel Barbery to be thoroughly enjoyable. Originally written in French (but available in several languages) and set in Paris in the present, this is the story of an older woman called Renée. She has a so called “lowly job” as a concierge in a block of apartments and no one really pays her much attention. This is just the way she wants it, in secret she is highly educated and very well read. It would be easy to take a story about a person with hidden intelligence and make it pretentious, but this is not the case here. The author isn’t trying to show off but just tell the story of people who are overlooked or like to hide. There is some but not a lot of action, the slow pace through the lives of the people who live in the apartment building builds characters whose lives overlap in the building they share. The gentle nature of the story contrasts with the deeper concepts that are going on underneath. I get this might not be everyone’s cup of tea, but if you do like slower reads I’d recommend this.
“People aim for the stars, and they end up like goldfish in a bowl. I wonder if it wouldn’t be simpler just to teach children right from the start that life is absurd.” ― Muriel Barbery, The Elegance of the Hedgehog
Another book that seems to split opinion is An Artist Of The Floating World by Kazuo Ishiguro. To be honest when you’ve won the Nobel Prize for Literature that’s enough of an argument; sometimes just because we don’t like something doesn’t mean it’s bad – it’s just not to our taste.
This novel tells a story of a Japanese artist during and after the Second World War. Big events are hinted at subtly, strong concepts are left for the reader to consider without being underlined. In real life the way world history touches everyday people can seem mundane when you don’t consider the context. Here we are told the story of a man who lived through such events and was affected by them to suddenly find the whole perspective of his life has changed and he is left find a way to cope. It might be a look through the microscope rather than the full canvass, but that is the whole point. Every big epic hides thousands of lives forever changed with consequences that will live on. How does the choices people make to deal with the past identify them in the present?
Not everything is spelled out but that makes reading it become more like the way we see other people and as a result it’s a slower read, but one that is worth putting the effort into.
“For however one may come in later years to reassess one’s achievements, it is always a consolation to know that one’s life has contained a moment or two or real satisfaction” ― Kazuo Ishiguro, An Artist of The Floating World
Literature should cover the spectrum and the fact that one type of book doesn’t appeal to us is what makes the mosaic of works so colourful (if you’ll forgive me mixing my metaphors); it would be boring if we all liked the same things. Either way not every book has to be a classic but equally there is space out there for the slower reads.
I know, writing about Lockdown is a bit passé so my defence of the following is, I wrote this short play in late 2017; therefore I’m just showing off my weird skills of premonition. It depicted the way I saw society was going long before viruses sped up the process. People living their lives without leaving their very small apartments and their work, hobbies and social lives all conducted over the internet via a tablet.
The whole point of the play was to show a slightly dystopian future, little did I know that just over two years away the concept of the story would become commonplace, meaning it’s not so much of a plot anymore, more just a statement of 2020. What was intended to be an interesting concept is more run-of-the-mill now.
JEFF – Yeah fine, I’m in the middle of work so don’t have much time. Got a million things on.
DAN – Well that’s the benefits of being a man of leisure.
JEFF – Watching box sets all day on Netfilms and calling me when you are bored?
DAN – Not just you. Don’t think yourself special, I have a vast social life.
JEFF – So do I, and I’ve got more friends than you do.
DAN – Yeah but you’re a Requester. I’m an Accepter – I can’t remember the last request I sent. I get so many requests there’s some I’ve no idea I’d accepted, must have chatted to them somewhere before, some forum or other.
JEFF – So are you interrupting my working day to show off about your friends or that you don’t have a job?
DAN – I’m happy to do either, but was wondering if you were free this evening. – Breaking The First Wall – Arthur Hofn
Until the 31st of July I have decided to give it away as a free PDF, which is attached.
The play itself is one of seven that you can find in my book, Scene From My Mind: An Anthology Of Seven Short Plays which I published earlier this year and all seven plays are for available for just £1.99 on Amazon here (or on the various links on this blog). – Also available on your own country’s Amazon if outside the UK and you wish to get it from there.
I’m just really hoping some of the other plays don’t come true…
On my last post I spoke about how I prefer to know as little as possible about a book before I read it. This goes for most other things as well, TV programmes, plays and films for example. Whilst most people don’t want spoilers I’m probably at the far end of the scale, which I know is strange but I seem to get on fine.
What I can’t get my head round are the people who happily tell me that when they are looking for a new book, whilst they are in the bookshop, they will turn to the last page and read that as a way of deciding if they want to buy it or not. If you are one of those people please explain how this helps you, I’m genuinely interested to see how other people go about this.
I don’t really read the back of a book before I’m at least two thirds of the way through it, at which point I reckon it’s safe. As stated I prefer to see the plot unfold from not knowing anything. I love the moment when it dawns on me “so that is what this book is going to be about”.
On this blog, whilst I try and tell you about books I love, I also try and not give away that much in the way of plots. Hence this is never going to be a detailed analysis of the books – I’m aiming at just offering a taster and you can then find out as much or as little as you want. I’ll generally always put a link at the bottom of the post of where the book is for sale so you can read the blurb if you want to (although ironically not on this one).
Whilst this works for my reading it‘s a problem when it comes to try and promote my novels, I just fear saying anything is giving away too much. Of course that is the way to completely not promote anything. I can’t work on the basis of “just do what I would want” which is a principle I use for most things connected to my writing. I’d personally want just the title and a blank page. At most maybe a few random lines.
At first when I tried to send my manuscripts off to agents I would try to write the synopsis, but all the time I had voices in my head screaming at me not to give away the ending or the twists and plot developments, that was never going to work. I’ll only read a synopsis of a book I’ve finished or have no intention of starting.
My current WIP is a novel called Indoldrum and I’m very happy with it. It still needs a bit more work but I’m at the point where I need to start writing promotional things, the back cover, the Amazon blurb etc and it’s really difficult. At the moment I’m on:
Johan might be lost, he isn’t sure. Battling Ménière’s disease and severe hearing loss is hard. Some of the strange new people in his life make him feel uneasy and he’s not sure why. Where have these people come from? What do they know about him? And is there something wrong with time itself?
His in-laws have lost their cat, it’s an event which triggers unforeseen challenges and raises questions he’s just not ready to deal with.
Johan loves his wife Harriet, she’d help him; but Harriet is dead and the world has ended in more than one way.
It needs some more work, but for each plot point I’ve put I regret that a reader won’t learn them by just reading the book. The reveal that Johan is losing his hearing because he has Ménière’s disease, a condition that I have, isn’t stated straightaway and is only hinted at to start off with. I wanted the reader to notice something was wrong and then try and work out what it was. In most other books, because it is still relatively early in the book it is mentioned it would be a selling point so I have to fight my inner voices and go with it – but I’m not happy as it undoes all the natural building I put in place. Also the time thing… But that is how books and their promotion work.
I don’t suppose it really matters at the end of the day. I’ve tried to think of occasions where I’ve accidentally discovered more about a book than I wanted to and felt some disappointment. I know it’s happened but in trying to think of examples I can’t really come up with one that is worthy of note. Therefore I’ll just put this down to another one of my strange quirks and try and get on with it. But how do you define the correct amount of spoilers for the back of a book?
Ironically there may be some spoilers in the following blog. Earlier this year I finally got round to reading Curtain by Agatha Christie. In general I love Christie’s books and with so many of them it took me a while to get round to Curtain. However there is something different about this particular novel.
Curtain is subtitled “Poirot’s Last Case”, and although it was written in the early 1940s the book wasn’t to see publication until 1975. This was deliberate. At the time of writing Poirot was already a success and so Agatha Christie wanted to have the ending of the range in place should anything happen to her (it was during the war and it’s been suggested this might have informed this decision). She did the same with Sleeping Murder for Miss Marple.
Regardless there proved to be many many more novels featuring Hercule Poirot to come which were written up to the early 1970s and so Curtain was locked away waiting for the right time for publication; this happened just before Agatha Christie died.
Because this is the final Hercule Poirot novel anything can happen. In any murder mystery books you don’t want to find out the ending before you get there, in this one it’s even more important as the stakes could be so much higher. Of course whether they actually are or not you need to finish the book yourself to find out, but just knowing this is the last one makes anything possible.
As a result it became an obsessive compulsion on my part not to find out anything about this book until I was able to read it. I’ve not been reading the Hercule Poirot novels in any kind of order, just as and when I found them in book shops, but I probably should have hunted this one down a lot sooner; I’ve spent years diving at the off button on the radio or telling my friends to stop talking just in case. Now I no longer have to do that, and it’s such a relief! (Also, if you haven’t done so already, go and see The Mousetrap at the theatre when things open up again, you’ll save yourself a lot of worry and it’s a really enjoyable play).
“I will not look through keyholes,” I interrupted hotly. Poirot closed his eyes. “Very well, then. You will not look through keyholes. You will remain the English gentleman and someone will be killed.” ― Agatha Christie, Curtain
This is just the tip of an iceberg when it comes to reading for me. I really don’t like knowing anything about a book before I read it. That might sound a little odd, but books are generally written from the viewpoint that the reader knows nothing about the world they are entering from the start and so the writer goes to the trouble of explaining it as they go along. It’s nice to see that work pay off. I won’t even read the back cover.
I’m fairly well read in the classics but you will find some shocking gaps in my knowledge simply because there are books I want to read that I’ve not got round to yet and so have been avoiding finding out any information about them. For example I know very little about the works of Charles Dickens, I’ve read a few, but for some of his great works I know nothing and want to keep it that way until I’ve found out by reading it from the books themselves.
Of course this raises the question, how do I know I want to read something if I don’t know anything about it? Well finding out some scant information is inevitable, but when I get to the point I ‘m interested that’s where I put the breaks on. As a result I find I’m reading a wide range of books. Once I’ve built a trust and liking for an author I can then happily go about just knowing the title of their other works to put add them to my “to read” list. Agatha Christie is a perfect example of this.
Of course knowing nothing about a book before I read it can lead to some interesting issues. It was only last year that I read To Kill A Mocking Bird and it wasn’t until page 23 that I realised for certain the protagonist was a girl! With a name like Scout you can see my problem and it was not clearly stated until around that point.
As it was it was interesting to see all the odd details that I did know come together. I’d known the general concept but was surprised by how late in the book it’s introduced or that it would be told through the eyes of a young girl. I’d known the names Atticus Finch and Boo Radley for years but had no idea what they represented. I think I enjoyed reading it far more because it was all a discovery for me.
“I think there’s just one kind of folks. Folks.” ― Harper Lee, To Kill a Mockingbird
Where possible I love picking up a new book turning to page one and learning the concept of the story as I read it. I’m the same with films and TV programmes. Of course this proves to be a difficulty when it comes to promoting my own books and I’ll speak about that in a future post, sorry for the spoiler.
For a country that is said to be closed off from the rest of the world there is an awful lot of books and documentaries about North Korea. I guess the fact that as soon as you are told something is a secret we can’t help but want to know. I’ve read and watched lots about North Korea, a closed country. I’ve read far less about Portugal, for example, which is a modern and forward looking country that under normal conditions positively welcomes tourists; in 2019 around 24 million of them. Sometimes being told “no” is enough for us to try harder.
It’s easy to get caught up in the conspiracies and propaganda from either side when trying to find out about pretty much anything; it’s a lot harder on a subject as sensitive as a dictatorial country with human rights issues. You’re never quiet sure what the facts actually are. The fact is with an estimated population of twenty five million, not everyone is the same and not everything can be political.
I love travel and learning about places (sorry Portugal; I will get to you soon), so of course I’m interested in learning about such a closed country. For me however it’s not the politics or even the telling of the history that I want to know about but the everyday people, their lives and how similar and different they are to me and the world as I know it. After all we are all human, regardless of where we live or what regime we live under and even with somewhere like North Korea amongst the general populace there have to be nice people doing positive and good things to the best of their abilities. As a result there are two books that I found really thought-provoking and I want to share.
The first is Without You, There Is No Us by Suki Kim. Subtitled: My secret life teaching the sons of North Korea’s elite, this is a personal account of the author’s time teaching English to North Korean boys at the Pyongyang University of Science and Technology. Suki Kim herself was born in Seoul, South Korea but she and her parents moved to America when she was a child and has citizenship. Because of her dual experiences of being from a South Korean background but also a full understanding of the American lifestyle, her observations are fascinating. While Suki Kim was living and working in Pyongyang she was under constant watch, personally I’d be terrified of doing anything.
There has been some controversy over how much of the book has been sensationalised and other issues but regardless it is still an insight into North Korean culture few of us will ever experience.
“I am often asked, “Which Korea do you come from? North or South?” It is a nonsensical question. The chance of me or any Korean out and about in the world being from the North is almost nil. Virtually no one gets out of North Korea.” ― Suki Kim, Without You, There Is No Us
The other book is from the brilliant Michael Palin. Basically everything he does is going to be good so this one goes without saying. The book North Korea Journal is a record of his notes as recorded for a documentary, well worth seeing if you haven’t and please Channel 5 release it on DVD. As always Michael Palin comes across as a really nice bloke, and it’s this combined with the wisdom of experience that makes this account of his time traveling around the country so measured and human. Yes this place is under totalitarian control but the people he interacts with, and writes about, are real and not so different from you and I.
What makes this more interesting is that rather than just stick to the Pyongyang and/ or the DMZ like a lot of books do, Palin and his group travel to distance places and see parts so the country you don’t normally see. What is so special about Mount Paektu? What is life like outside the capitol? Palin is honest in stating that he was shown a controlled version of the country but here, amidst many photographs, is a travel story that is rarely told.
“A low resonating vibration. A long-drawn-out chord that seems to be coming from everywhere from around me. It’s an eerie, ethereal, synthesised sound – like something Brian Eno might have created. I check the clock. It’s 6 a.m. I turn over, pull the blanket over my head and try to ignore it. But there’s no escape. The sound is everywhere.” ― Michael Palin, North Korea Journal
Simply because I love writing, or should that be, because I mainly exist in a world of my own imagination’s making, I occasionally look up the Opportunities page of the BBC Writer’s Room website. Sometimes there is a call for short plays from various theatre groups. Generally these have to be about ten minutes long and have a minimal cast and props etc. It’s a good idea to encourage new writers, and every now and then I decide to have a go.
I do love the theatre. Well I know what I like. The obvious names are there of course, Shakespeare, Chekhov, Wilde… to name a few but it’s a good list, including some modern stuff too.
My first submission, The Raw Bond, was sent several years ago and for a first attempt I’m still rather pleased with it. Of course I will never get halfway to the stage of those I’ve listed above (do you see what I did there?), but I can be inspired.
Having gone through them recently I noticed how, in at least three of the seven plays, the characters are experiencing some kind of lockdown. I say this because I think there might be a few people writing about lockdown now so it’s not exactly a unique idea. I just wanted to say I these were written before, sometimes years, we had any idea we would actually get one.
Curfew is about exactly that. Two tourists end up sharing a dorm in a hostel in a post war country when a curfew is announced. Breaking The First Wall was an observation about how we’ve ended up using a small tablet as our window on the world to the point it does nearly everything for us and therefore negating the need for many other items and reducing the need for us to actually leave our homes – it’s strange how much this is relevant now I wrote it in late 2017 (and ironic as I’m now offering the book as an ebook). Shelter Me is the short about the first few days trapped in a bunker.
These calls for scripts inevitably get hundreds of submissions for only a very few places (sometimes less than five) and as I’ve only sent in a handful I’ve yet to be selected. That doesn’t mean I’m not proud of the works I’ve put forward. In those hundreds that were turned down I’m sure there were many good plays.
Freed from prose (I do like writing in prose) I discovered writing scripts has its own challenges; for example filling in background information via realistic speech rather than just saying it in the text. It was nice to discover a whole new way of writing and all the problems that come with it.
What I also discovered was that I had found a home for some ideas that I knew I couldn’t make a novel out off. Rather than just wedge them into a plot somewhere I found they could breath and be more focused at the same time by just being a short play in their own right.
For example The Tragedy Of Queen Alexia came about by listening to Natalie Haynes Stands Up for the Classics on BBC Radio 4. In the episode on Euripides she retells the play Medea and is amazing. Inspired by how miserable it is I decided to see if I could have a go at a short play based on Greek tragedy, and to see how miserable I could go. I don’t know exactly how accurately I’ve kept to the rules of Greek theatre (before anyone says it I know The Chorus are not speaking in proper metre), I’m not an expert, I’ve only seen a few of them and I was also going for short and minimal.
Therefore I’ve built up a small stash of these scripts. I’d like them to see the light of day so they’ve been published on a few websites over time. A while ago I put my favourites together in this anthology of short plays and published it on Amazon.
This weekend (2nd and 3rd May 2020 – from 08:00 Saturday GMT) I’ve decided to make the ebook free (normally £1.99).
I am not a professional playwright so this is a learning curve for me, I know the scripts are not perfectly presented for theatre use. However I enjoy reading published theatre scripts for pleasure and I hope you will enjoy these. Just click on the picture of Scene From My Mind in the sidebar, or on the link below, to be taken to the site where you can download the Kindle version for free.
There always seem to be books about that everyone is reading at that moment. You used to see them held firmly open on buses and trains, I have a habit that if I’m sitting by someone who is reading something that I’ve not heard of but looks interesting I’ll try and inconspicuously stare at them until I can see the title and author, this isn’t always as easy as it sounds due to annoyingly placed hands! I’ve picked up some good suggestions that way from people who will never know (unless I fail at being subtle, which happens). But as more and more people are reading on tablets it’s getting harder to spy on them.
Going through my books recently I came across a couple of books that were very much “of the moment” and I too was part of that. I read them when they were out and very much enjoyed them both. As you don’t hear too much about them these few years later (although both are still highly regarded and probably selling shed-loads) I thought I’d put them forward as suggestions for those who have yet to get round to them.
The first is the brilliant The Curious Incident of the Dog In The Night-Time by Mark Haddon. Published in 2003, and taking its title form a throw-away line in a Sherlock Holmes story (“The Adventure of Silver Blaze” – also worth reading), this is too is a detective story – but with a BIG difference.
The victim is a neighbour’s dog and the detective is a fifteen year old boy, called Christopher, who it is implied is on the autism spectrum. What makes this so captivating is that is it written in the first person so as he goes about trying to solve the case we get a massive insight into his way of thinking.
Christopher is a very likeable character and is a pleasure to be in the company of, however as he continues his investigation he discovers that there are bigger things happening in the world around him and as a result you end up really empathising with him as he has to adjust to a new reality.
The tone feels light and easy to digest, that is until when you actually stop and think about it and you realise you’ve been taking in some quite heavy stuff. This is a skill in writing that I am very envious of. It has been adapted into a play and, when theatres are open once more, if you get the chance I’d recommend seeing it as well. I’m not a great fan of watching adaptions of books I love but this one is so good I’d say it was essential, but only after you’ve finished the book.
And Father said, “Christopher, do you understand that I love you?” And I said “Yes,” because loving someone is helping them when they get into trouble, and looking after them, and telling them the truth, and Father looks after me when I get into trouble, like coming to the police station, and he looks after me by cooking meals for me, and he always tells me the truth, which means that he loves me. ― Mark Haddon, The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time
The other book is Salmon Fishing In The Yemen the debut novel by Paul Torday, this was adapted into a film but I’ve not seen it as I don’t think it could beat the book. When it was published in 2007 it seemed that everyone was reading it. I waited until a trip to Finland in 2014 (thinking about it only other book I’ve read by Paul Torday so far I read in Copenhagen so maybe next time I’m in a Nordic country I should pick up another).
Slightly unconventional it tells of a scheme to set up, exactly as the title tells you, salmon fishing in the Yemen. Told by way of emails, entries in Hansard (the transcripts of what goes on in the UK Parliament – I should write a blog about that one day it’s very interesting) and various other short texts this book manages to take in marriage issues, the middle east, faith, government intrigue and of course fishing, but such a range never feels overwhelming.
Again this book feels easy to read, even if there is more going on than at first you realise, making it ideal for a sunny spring afternoon.
“As I write this entry in my diary, I myself feel like a diary which has been left out in the rain, from which the moisture has washed away the cramped inky writing, the record of thousands of days and nights, leaving only a blank and sodden page.” ― Paul Torday, Salmon Fishing In The Yemen
Both this and The Curious Incident of the Dog In The Night-Time and deserve their place as literary zeitgeists, as it were, but they are also on their way to becoming permanent entries into quality literature.
Just a glance at Twitter and Facebook shows that a lot of people like animals. Videos, pictures, gifs about cats, dogs, goats and anything else prove that featuring fauna is always going to be popular. As we are all inside at the moment and as it’s spring, the time of lambs and small chicks, I personally feel we are missing out. It’s my favourite time of the year but this time round we can not be immersed in nature.
That being said there are plenty of books that can try and fill that void. Two of my favourite writers are known for their works about animals and they are great feel good reads, which is another positive thing for us all at the moment.
James Herriot’s works are probably better known from the 1980’s TV series All Creatures Great And Small, but they were merely an adaption of his books. I do have fond memories of watching them on a Sunday evening when I was young, there was always someone with their arm up a cow, for a child that is very funny.
I discovered the books years later, It Shouldn’t Happen To A Vet was in a second hand book shop I used to frequent. I bought it and took it with me to the south of France one winter, I spent a freezing January day in Tende waiting for a train to take me to Italy, but it wasn’t going to arrive until well after 9pm; the only connection after I arrived there just before lunch. Being mid-winter there were only two cafes open so I made a nuisance of myself by staying far too long in each one just to keep warm, until they closed or I felt the stares of the staff finally get too heavy. I then had to wait outside on the platform. James Harriot’s book kept me well entertained as I was lost in a world far different from my own, but nearer to the one I found myself in. It didn’t make me any warmer though.
Set around the time of the Second World War, James Herriot has written eight books based on his time as a country vet in the magnificent Yorkshire Dales. Each book is a series of short episodes in his life revolving around the farms his practice looked after, smaller domestic animals the locals had, and life in general. Each story is a gem and many make you laugh out loud. These are based on his own experiences, although his real name was James Alfred Wright, and those of his colleagues.
You can tell he has a real fondness for the characters he paints as he goes about his work, and not just the humans but the dogs, cats, sheep, cows, horses and everything else that came his way.
As stated this is set in the rural Yorkshire Dales around the 1930/40’s. Life was harder, simpler and people had a lot more skill and endurance. It does of course make you a little concerned as this was a time before drink driving was considered a bad thing and some stories tell of men getting very drunk in a pub and then driving home as if there was nothing to worry about, but as I said it was a very different world. If you like animals then you will love these books.
It was a bit late to stand on my dignity. I went over to the animal and seized her by the ear. Inflating my lungs to the utmost I bent down and bawled wildly into the hairy depths. The cow stopped chewing for a moment and looked at me enquiringly, then her eyes drooped and she returned contentedly to her cudding. ‘We’ll give her another day,’ I said wearily. ‘And if she’s still down tomorrow we’ll have a go at lifting her. Could you get a few of your neighbours to give us a hand?’ ― James Herriot, It Shouldn’t Happen To A Vet
Also known for his love of animals is Gerald Durrell. Once again probably more connected to several TV adaptions, the latest of which was only very loosely based in his books, but there is far more to his work than Corfu Trilogy.
Of course My Family And Other Animals, the most famous and first in the trilogy, is a perfect starting point. Set just a few years before James Herriot’s experiences, Durrell’s books recount his very eccentric family’s move to, and life on, the Greek island of Corfu.
Just as the title says My Family And Other Animals is about his family but also his love for nature, which would prompt him in later life to set up ecological programs and a conservationist zoo.
The books are, once again, laugh out loud funny, as his family get into various scrapes and situations. He also describes the fauna and flora about him in such a way that makes the reader want to be there with him.
Gerald Durrell wrote many other books about his experiences with animals, often times abroad on expeditions to try and conserve endangered species. Often this is done is a way that is out dated by today’s standards but it was people like him that pushed for us to care about wildlife and that got us to a more advanced state today. Most works set post Corfu follows a similar path to each other, but when you just want to sit and read something enjoyable these certainly hit the spot.
“It’s all your fault, Mother,’ said Larry austerely; ‘you shouldn’t have brought us up to be so selfish.’ ‘I like that!’ exclaimed Mother. ‘I never did anything of the sort!’ ‘Well, we didn’t get as selfish as this without some guidance,’ said Larry.” ― Gerald Durrell, My Family and Other Animals
Both James Herriot and Gerald Durrell have left a wealth of literature that means when you’ve finished one of their books, it won’t be long until you are back in the gentle worlds with them and all the animals they cared about.