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Не знам дали бих могъл да обясня на някой за какво изобщо пише Джералд Даръл и защо толкова много хора от няколко поколения благоговеят пред книгите му, ако този някой не е събирал буболечки като малък, за да ги отглежда в буркани, не се е грижил поне за няколко хамстера, папагали и риби и не е влачил в къщи кученца и котенца, които е намерил на улицата…
Аз, разбира се, бях изял с кориците по няколко пъти всички книги на Джералд Даръл, които можах да намеря, още преди да направя 11 години, а майка ми беше вдигнала ръце от мене и ме беше оставила да се занимавам с менажерията в стаята си, която тогава беше доста по-внушителна – в голямата си част под влиянието точно на Моето семейство и други животни.
Това е една от трите книги, в които Джералд Даръл описва детството си на остров Корфу (Гърция), където по цял ден търчи по слънчевите поляни и рекички и всеки ден открива по един нов свят на дивата природа в лицето на безбройните животинки, които щъкат там. Честно казано, нямам думи да опиша не само езика на Даръл, но и начина по който той описва своето, моето и на толкова много други хора щастливо детство.
Аз, разбира се, бях изял с кориците по няколко пъти всички книги на Джералд Даръл, които можах да намеря, още преди да направя 11 години, а майка ми беше вдигнала ръце от мене и ме беше оставила да се занимавам с менажерията в стаята си, която тогава беше доста по-внушителна – в голямата си част под влиянието точно на Моето семейство и други животни.
Това е една от трите книги, в които Джералд Даръл описва детството си на остров Корфу (Гърция), където по цял ден търчи по слънчевите поляни и рекички и всеки ден открива по един нов свят на дивата природа в лицето на безбройните животинки, които щъкат там. Честно казано, нямам думи да опиша не само езика на Даръл, но и начина по който той описва своето, моето и на толкова много други хора щастливо детство.
so far this is a charming view of bohemian family life circa 1930s.
I found this 'travelogue/memoir' interesting and funny in spots - what an eccentric family!! - but not as laugh-out-loud funny as The Sex Lives of Cannibals. I will probably continue with the trilogy, but not right away.
I absolutely loved living in Gerry's sun-drenched circus. Laugh out loud funny. An unexpected gem.
My fourth-grade teacher read this aloud to us, and I was instantly enchanted, not just by Durrell’s idyllic childhood on the Greek island of Corfu (all that time to explore, all those hours in which to lie still and just observe), but by his charmingly absurd family: aspiring novelist Larry (aka Lawrence Durrell), gun-mad Leslie, dippy Margo, and long-suffering Mother. Rereading it as an adult, the most immediately striking thing about it is the sheer richness of Durrell’s prose: he’s interested in colour, texture and sound, the “squeak and clop” of oars digging into a silver-blue sea, the noise of cicadas in the cypress trees.
Another re-read, as I had forgotten most of the book (not any reflection on the book, just on my memory). I enjoyed it the second time around: the tone is a less sardonic David Sedaris who loves small critters.
This book made me laugh outloud to the point that my family was getting concerned about me.
adventurous
funny
medium-paced
After reading this, it almost feels like I haven't REALLY enjoyed reading a book before. It was so much fun.
I am jealous of Gerald Durrell - the life he led, his articulation of the events, his extraordinary family and animals. I would have been happy to be a fly on the wall in Durrell's life. But I think he generously did just that by writing this book, making us, the readers, sort of a proverbial fly on the wall.
I was pleasantly surprised to see that this was just the first part of a trilogy and I am already attached to all the characters. Can't wait to see how their lives unfold.
The title is just *chef's kiss*.
I am jealous of Gerald Durrell - the life he led, his articulation of the events, his extraordinary family and animals. I would have been happy to be a fly on the wall in Durrell's life. But I think he generously did just that by writing this book, making us, the readers, sort of a proverbial fly on the wall.
I was pleasantly surprised to see that this was just the first part of a trilogy and I am already attached to all the characters. Can't wait to see how their lives unfold.
The title is just *chef's kiss*.
I feel almost like something must be missing from my soul if I write that I found this less-than-charming, and more quirky than delightful (he is a master of descriptive detail), but not really particularly humorous. Not once did I even chuckle while listening to this. I was expecting belly laughs and instead am left puzzled. I feel like if I were 10-12 years old, I would have laughed at the antics of the family, but now as an adult, it was just a pleasant read.
My post-colonial consciousness also cringes at the assumptions the family holds about the "peasants" of Corfu and the characterization of those speaking "inelegant" English (using their disfluencies for humor). It is a very #firstworldproblems or #uppercrustbritishproblems kind of read.
My post-colonial consciousness also cringes at the assumptions the family holds about the "peasants" of Corfu and the characterization of those speaking "inelegant" English (using their disfluencies for humor). It is a very #firstworldproblems or #uppercrustbritishproblems kind of read.