My Family and Other Animals by Gerald Durrell

My Family and Other Animals Reviews

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  Lady Fancifull

  I first read this, Volume 1 of Durrell’s Corfu Childhood books, when I was probably around the same age as the period of his life he is describing. The book absolutely resonated with me, with its love of landscape. Durrell rather ascribes almost a sentience, not only towards the ‘other animals’ which this book is largely about, but to the very mountains, vegetation, winds, waves, sunlight and rain. This was very much my own view of the natural world, so reading Durrell, as a child, was a kind of coming home to how I felt about ‘nature’However……..at the time I read this, Durrell’s sensibilities gave me clear indication that I was, after all, not going to be cut out to be a naturalist myself. Although a clear lover of the wild, unconfined, natural world, and of the animal kingdom, he quickly made me realise that I was a definitely restricted speciesist – plants were wonderful, but my real love was for the warm blooded furred and feathered creatures. Durrell delights in all of it, the slithering, the buzzing, the finny, the scaled, and anything which scuttles on somewhere between 6, 8 and a multiplicity of uncountable legs.I had utterly forgotten (carefully buried the memory) from whence my shrieking horror of a species I have never met, in the flesh, came from:“Up on the hills among the dark cypress and the heather shoals of butterflies danced and twisted like wind blown confetti, pausing now and then on a leaf to lay a salvo of eggs. The grasshoppers and locusts whirred like clockwork under my feet, and flew drunkenly across the heather, their leaves shining in the sun. Among the myrtles the mantids moved, lightly, carefully, swaying slightly, the quintessence of evil. They were lank and green, with chinless faces and monstrous globular eyes, frosty gold, with an expression of intense, predatory madness in them. The crooked arms, with their fringes of sharp teeth, would be raised in mock supplication to the insect world, so humble, so fervent, trembling slightly when a butterfly flew too close”It is (I hope) clear what a wonderfully observant, carefully crafting writing Durrell is, as well as, of course, ditto, a naturalist. He regarded his older brother, Laurence, as the writer of the family, and only began his own (highly successful) books about his idyllic, (in his eyes, as a young naturalist) eccentric, anarchic time on Corfu, and his later books about his zoological expeditions around the world as an adult, in order to make money to finance them, and his own zoo.That quoted paragraph shows also a rather assured and filmic, dramatic sense. He surely knows how to craft a scene, to build narrative, climax, change of pace and mood. I was lulled into a deceptively tranquil, dreamy, Edenic scene, with those wafts of butterflies, before the scene darkens, and the reader can almost feel a tension rising mood music, ratcheted up to the insecty equivalent of that shower scene in Psycho!Durrell is a wonderful writer. Here there is a mixture of no doubt absolutely precise observation of the natural world and a certain amount of writerly shaping to emphasise the entertaining aspect provided by his strongly defined, individual, family members: remarkably tolerant Mother, the almost comically artistic/intellectual elder brother Larry, with his equally Bohemian ‘set’ paying visits to what Larry was offering as open house artistic colony with sunshine, vino, and food on tap. Gerry’s other brother Leslie, the practical one, happily tinkering with building boats, cleaning guns, and shooting the wildlife, and sister Margo, defined as romantic and a bit of a magnet for local and visiting swains. There are various brilliantly structured set pieces around Gerry and a succession of arriving and departing tutors, vainly trying to find ways to teach the budding naturalist the basics of an academic syllabus, spicing the dull stuff, ‘If it takes x number of men x hours to dig a trench’ with inserts culled from the natural world – forget men and trenches, substitute tortoises looking to safely lay their eggs.Best of all is an extended dramatic French farce sketch, involving snakes and renegade birds discovered in unlikely places, during a huge all day party, for family, visiting friends and locals. This had me snorting, chuckling and guffawing in an otherwise silent tube carriage. Irrepressibly joyous writing.“Tea would arrive, the cakes squatting on cushions of cream, toast in a melting shawl of butter, cups agleam, and a faint wisp of steam rising from the teapot spout”This book, and its sequels, was turned into a successful TV mini series in the late 80s. One I felt unable to watch. The power of Durrell’s writing creating those images of mantid malevolence meant I was scared in case they featured in the natural history bits!There is such joy, such delight, such warmth in the writing, and, like the family, falling under the spell of the landscape, the reader falls in love with Durrell’s gloriously unclichéd, visceral evocation“Gradually the magic of the island settled over us as gently and clingingly as pollen. Each day had a tranquillity, a timelessness, about it, so that you wished it would never end. But then the dark skin of night would peel off and there would be a fresh day waiting for us, glossy and colourful as a child’s transfer and with the same tinge of unreality”
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  annie j

  I knew I loved it. When the Durrells appeared on television and charmed us on Sunday evenings. (Just right for Sunday evenings, before work on Monday), I had to buy a new copy of My Family and Other Animals. Whimsically written and with great atmosphere, it was a delight to re read. These little Macmillan hardbacks are super to collect and just the right size to carry in your handbag. ( Some of use bookworms still love to turn a real page).
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  Margaret Worthington

  Very funny account of Gerald Durrell`s childhood in Corfu. The interest in animals that started there resulted in his career as an animal collector and untimately to his own zoo. One of my favourite books of all time, which is why I bought this copy for a friend who had only seen the TV series, which is not up the standard of the book, I feel.
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  goodreads Customer

  Being the wrong side of thirty, I'm ashamed to say I've only just discovered this book and I loved it!Gerald Durrell excels at transporting us to a world of childish innocence and wonder, and I found myself smiling and laughing as I read my way through.I loved the descriptions of the characters pompous and irritating Larry, larger than life Spiro, hypochondriac Lugaretzia. It felt as though you were there with them, and could feel Gerry's exasperation and fondness for them all.The animals, of course, play a major part in the tale and again the child like amazement at them all is wonderful and heart warming to read.Although the book is fairly old now, and set in a bygone era, it doesn't feel that way at all, and I am really looking forward to reading Durrell's other works.Some have said I should watch the TV adaptations of this book, but I doubt I will as I've enjoyed the book so much I don't want to tarnish what I have in my mind.I can't recommend this enough!
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  cheyne

  It has taken my 8 year old son and I an extraordinarily long time to finish this book because every bedtime it has us in stitches. It's so funny we cannot read or listen for laughing. Just avoid chapter 13 which has been written in an entirely different style and isn't good for children. The rest of the book is fascinating, beautiful and sensitively written. Excellent book for any age from 8 upwards. This book is a real gem and will expand and enrich your child's/ teenagers mind.