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3.63 AVERAGE
3.63 AVERAGE
While this was a bit arduous, it was equally fascinating and beautifully written.
A lot of beautiful writing, a lot of fascinating experiences, and quite a few moments of... discomfort, relating to her descriptions of and interactions with the native people of Kenya. I noticed that she personifies the animals, and compares many of the humans to animals. Good thing to read on a trip to Africa, though. This really stuck with me and I kept thinking about it while looking at animals:
Out on the Safaris, I had seen a herd of Buffalo, one hundred and twenty-nine of them, come out of the morning mist under a copper sky, one by one, as if the dark and massive, iron-like animals with the mighty horizontally swung horns were not approaching, but were being created before my eyes and sent out as they were finished. I had seen a herd of Elephant travelling through dense Native forest, where the sunlight is strewn down between the thick creepers in small spots and patches, pacing along as if they had an appointment at the end of the world. It was, in giant size, the border of a very old, infinitely precious Persian carpet, in the dyes of green, yellow and black-brown. I had time after time watched the progression across the plain of the Giraffe, in their queer, inimitable, vegetative gracefulness, as if it were not a herd of animals but a family of rare, long-stemmed, speckled gigantic flowers slowly advancing. I had followed two Rhinos on their morning promenade, when they were sniffing and snorting in the air of the dawn,—which is so cold that it hurts in the nose,—and looked like two very big angular stones rollicking in the long valley and enjoying life together. I had seen the royal lion, before sunrise, below a waning moon, crossing the grey plain on his way home from the kill, drawing a dark wake in the silvery grass, his face still red up to the ears, or during the midday-siesta, when he reposed contentedly in the midst of his family on the short grass and in the delicate, spring-like shade of the broad Acacia trees of his park of Africa.
I know it’s kind of dumb and judgmental, but this was going to be a 4⭐️ until they shot the lions
This was interesting from an historical perspective. Reading the author’s view on Africa, the “natives” and fellow “settlers” gives insight into the thinking of the time. The story did not capture my attention. I found it difficult to not be frustrated with the killing of interesting animals for fun, with the planting of European gardens and plants, with all of the “norms” of the time and place.
Non sono riuscita a finirlo, purtroppo. Se il pregio del libro è l’estrema chiarezza con il quale i dettagli vividi ci fanno immaginare l’Africa, i suoi paesaggi, la sua cultura, il difetto che mi ha portato a bloccarmi è la mancanza di una trama, cosa che può piacere o no - nel mio caso non ho avuto lo stimolo di portare la lettura a termine.
adventurous
informative
lighthearted
relaxing
slow-paced
J'ai préféré le film, que j'ai trouvé vraiment moins long...
The language was beautiful, but the sensibilities/ethics from another time didn't sit well. The joy they took in shooting lions...ugh.
Najmniej rasistowska z ulubionych książek twojej babci.