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Ladataan... The Flame Trees of Thika: Memories of an African Childhood (alkuperäinen julkaisuvuosi 1959; vuoden 1974 painos)Tekijä: Elspeth Huxley (Tekijä)
TeostiedotLIEKKIPUIDEN VARJOSSA (tekijä: Elspeth Huxley) (1959)
![]() Ei tämänhetkisiä Keskustelu-viestiketjuja tästä kirjasta. 4 stars, despite the unsavory subject: Europeans taking over Africans' lands, oppressing them to use as cheap labor, replacing/denigrating their culture. The story is told through the voice of a young girl brought from England to outside of a small village in Kenya, in the years before the first World war. This young girl tries to make sense of the world of the adults that surround her: their racism towards the natives, the disregard for their culture, and the dynamics going on between them. The beauty of the land and the natives and the Flora and fauna of the area are what makes this book remarkable and thoroughly lovely. Curiously, there was a link between the last book I read, "Our Mutual Friend," and the next book I'm reading, "Possessing the Secret of Joy." Ian is a character who is in love with Lettice, the wife of another man. Ian's dream is to be a lock warden on the Thames; in "Our Mutual Friend," a character is a lock warden. In "Possessing the Secret of Joy," Thikka, Kenya is the main setting of the books. The Kukuru and Masai that the Whites live among wear very little clothes: P.118 " 'nakedness doesn't seem to matter when people are black or brown, ' Lettice remarked. 'White bodies look like clay waiting to go into a kiln. Natives look as if they've been fired and finished; perhaps that's why they don't strike one as indecent.' " Natives live close to the land, and only the passing seasons mark time for them: P.187 " 'perhaps it's as bad to feel one isn't getting old fast enough, as to know that one is getting old too fast,' Lettice agreed. 'We are always trying to make time go at a different pace, as if it were an obstinate pony. Perhaps we should do better to let it amble along as it wishes, without taking much notice of it.' 'That is what the natives do,' Tilley said. 'And perhaps that is why they seem happier. Perhaps it is all a mistake, our trying to change them, and introduce new worries, like time's wingéd Chariot hurrying near...' A nod is thrown out to those who care about the cruelty to animals, as many parts of this book describe scenes of cruelty to animals: P.242 " 'The Dorobo will finish it off and gobble it up,' Kate Crawfurd said. 'How very carnivorous they are! But I suppose we are just as bad, only we cook it first, which makes everything a little more restrained, but doesn't affect the principle, that we all live on dead animals, like hyenas and lions. I used to think that vegetarians were cranks, but now I wonder; perhaps they have climbed a rung higher on the ladder of civilization. Perhaps it is more spiritual to live on beans and spinach, with possibly an egg now and then. Do you think we ought to try it, Humphrey, and give up being carnivores?' " Humphrey does not. The author recalls her childhood in colonial Kenya, just prior to the outbreak of WW1. It's a beautiful read, taking in the scenery, the wildlife and the people - from the servants, the local Kikuyu and Masai peoples, to the fellow settlers- adventurers, wives struggling with a tough life, and a love story... "The green of the new grass was so intense and fierce that every hillside seemed afire with an emerald flame, rising to meet a sky of glutinous indigo." The vivid descriptions bring the narrative to life. The series was more story-like than the memoir, which was more a series of vingettes, but still very enjoyable and readable. I also reccomend the two following books of memoirs and her various other writings; murder mysteries set in Kenya, a novel of East African colonization from the African viewpoint, and even a story of English village life. She is an interesting writer, not very well known. ei arvosteluja | lisää arvostelu
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In an open cart, Elspeth Huxley set off with her parents to travel to Thika in Kenya. As pioneering settlers, they built a house of grass, ate off a damask cloth spread over packing cases, and discovered--the hard way--the world of the African. This book recounts Huxley's childhood on the small farm at a time when Europeans waged their fortunes on a land that was as harsh as it was beautiful. For a young girl, it was a time of adventure and freedom, and the author paints an unforgettable portrait of growing up among the Masai and Kikuyu people, discovering both the beauty and the terrors of the jungle, and enduring the rugged realities of the pioneer life. Kirjastojen kuvailuja ei löytynyt. |
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The landscape is described beautifully and the encounters with wildlife are interesting. The attitudes not so much- there were frequent remarks about how the natives had not improved themselves or their land in thousands of years, and praising the Europeans for turning the country into something productive. Sad to read about how the tribesmen would bring their injured and sick in once they heard one of the neighbors was a nurse- but the ailments were often beyond her skill level or limited supplies. Most intriguing and also what makes this book a bit difficult, is that it’s written from the child’s viewpoint- you have to wonder how much is embellished as I can’t believe she recalled all those conversations so precisely. But then there is so much you have to gather by reading between the lines, from the half-understood comments the little girl heard from the sidelines.. Notably the love affair between two of the neighboring adults- one whose husband was usually absent, away on hunting trips.
And I also was also left wondering what was behind the boomklops– was it really a bird the man wanted to show her, or something sinister? (