is clear that literature has a remarkable ability to stir the nostalgia. Perhaps this is the most basic emotion that drives us to read, a primary force away from fuss and exercises in style that moves the reader. It is that simple and compelling mechanism that has led me to enjoy reading "My Family and Other Animals" by Gerald Durrell.
also seems obvious that there are more seasonal readings than others. The subconscious is best suited to read Dostoyevsky in December, under a blanket with a cold and cavernous rumbling in the bowels, whereas the spring is made Durrell novel, but not an adult spring, but a child, those who heralded the very long childhood summers in which there was no concern leisure stock up enough to fill three months.
Durrell Spring lasts no less than five years, which happens to your priceless family unbearable on the Greek island of Corfu. The young Durrell stoically endures and even a certain tenderness the imbecility of his family, to which he contributes the aliquot. And every member insists on his own madness to make it the reason for their existence: the young Gerald in zoology, Lawrence in the pursuit of art tormented sister Margo in their late teens flirting, Leslie for veneration of firearms and the mother to the difficult articulation of egos and hobbies.
Meanwhile, young Gerald is filling the house with animals of all kinds. In a sort of anthropomorphism, half tender, half-naive, tells us how their dogs, turtles, crows, snakes and even scorpions are taking their place in the already chaotic family. And that's where Durrell uses the sharp British humor to describe daily life in which there is no room for boredom. Just like in those very long childhood summers.
also seems obvious that there are more seasonal readings than others. The subconscious is best suited to read Dostoyevsky in December, under a blanket with a cold and cavernous rumbling in the bowels, whereas the spring is made Durrell novel, but not an adult spring, but a child, those who heralded the very long childhood summers in which there was no concern leisure stock up enough to fill three months.
Durrell Spring lasts no less than five years, which happens to your priceless family unbearable on the Greek island of Corfu. The young Durrell stoically endures and even a certain tenderness the imbecility of his family, to which he contributes the aliquot. And every member insists on his own madness to make it the reason for their existence: the young Gerald in zoology, Lawrence in the pursuit of art tormented sister Margo in their late teens flirting, Leslie for veneration of firearms and the mother to the difficult articulation of egos and hobbies.
Meanwhile, young Gerald is filling the house with animals of all kinds. In a sort of anthropomorphism, half tender, half-naive, tells us how their dogs, turtles, crows, snakes and even scorpions are taking their place in the already chaotic family. And that's where Durrell uses the sharp British humor to describe daily life in which there is no room for boredom. Just like in those very long childhood summers.
(The accompanying image is "Father Juniet Chaise" by Henry Rousseau.)
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