Daren

From the end of the Preface I thought the humour in this book would fit me perfectly.

"My immediate relations have been of enormous assistance in compiling this volume; without their help it would probably have been published six months sooner."

Also worth mentioning from the Preface is a note as follows: "I am not an authority of anything. This little book is not the history of a life-work in Africa, not is it the diary of an expensive shooting expedition. It is just a simple record of things that actually happened to a casual young man who absentmindedly wandered into Central Africa, travelling very much 'on the cheap' unhampered by friends 'influence,' or letter of introduction."

And the first 20-30 pages of the book lives up to this. Mason is self deprecating and amusing. He is no glory seeker, or seeker of trophies. I marked a few more quotes in the first 20 or so pages - some examples:

P10 "It was very hot, both on body and feet. We walked many miles, but made no secret of preferring to ride. George, in mistaken compassion for his small donkey, used to get off its back and cadge rides on my camel. I would wait until he was out of sight, and, bestriding the pampered moke, smite it firmly down the girth with the ropes end; realising that it must make the best of things, the foxy little brute would trot merrily along with no signs of tiring under my fourteen stone odd, though it had drooped and stumbled beneath George's twelve stone of misguided sympathy."

P18 "Some people will wait till they have measured the horns of some slaughtered creature and compared them to the record book before they decide they have enjoyed their day. The difficulties surmounted, the craft brought into play, the wariness and beauty of the quarry, the long waits while it feeds and moves about unaware of danger - surely these things are worth more than the triumph of its being an inch larger in size than the one killed by So-and-so."

P20 "That country is full of the giant baobab trees... One of these struct me as unusually large, so I measured its girth scientifically. I was checking my result by pacing around its bole when I stepped in a nest of furious wild bees... Wishing to photograph it, I told Ibrahim to go and stand against the trunk to make a contrast. He objected that he would be stung by the bees. In a foolish moment I said, "Very well, Ibrahim, I will give you one piastre for every sting you get." The words were barely out of my mouth before he rushed at the tree and , leaping in the middle of the bees did his upmost to provoke their wrath by stirring them up with both his feet and a spear handle. When I had taken the picture I had to call him away twice, and he came up, covered in stings and smiles to collect about seven shillings for what, I really believe, afforded him no physical discomfort whatever."

But it wasn't too long before the amusing asides fell away and the casual racism (typical of the era) came to the fore. Mason repeats his view that negroes are lesser beings, lack intelligence etc etc. I can separate the views of the time from the author, but this is very repetitive. That aside, the book rolls out to describe his time in Africa (Sudan, Uganda, Kenya and Tanganyika (Tanzania now)) undertaking general travel and hunting expeditions. For the Sudanese journey he accompanies a Colonel he meets by chance on a train, in other places he hunts alone or joins up with other white men he encounters.

He shares an interpretation of the different tribes, some of their cultural beliefs and way of life. He explains about the animals he tracks and often shoots, but not always, sometimes being content to stalk and just watch, or take photographs, which is not so common of the era.

Mason is quick to shares his errors and faults, but also equally quick to expose others mistakes, but not in a vindictive way, just to move the narrative along.

The casual racism did drop away about 2/3 of the way through, but the humour didn't really return. In the end I did enjoy the read as a detailed description of his travels and hunting, he told interesting asides and anecdotes about animals and African tribes, taking in a wide array of detail. Overall the rating was tainted by the unnecessary repetition of some of the generalisations and comments on Africans.

There were plenty of decent (for the time) black and white photographs throughout the book. There was also a pocket for a large map, which sadly was missing in my copy. The appendices contained an explanation of the Rift Valley and Volcanoes; a detailed comparative table for the native languages the author collected (very impressive to me at least); and a list of points for others to consider with regard to equipment to take or not take to Africa!

3.5 stars.

Short fiction - categorised as dark fiction, but I am not so sure.

A guys dog dies, and this story is him telling his friends a story about how it lost it's leg in a fight with another dog while he was fishing for catfish at night. This other dog was thought to be an urban myth, but it was real enough when it attacked Dave and his dog after it ate his rotting chicken liver baits. But was it just a dog, or was it more?

A story about a story. It was ok, but didn't send me out looking for more by this author.

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2.5 stars

I am probably guilty of not having read more of Maugham's work - I have read only one other - a novella called Up at the Villa, which I liked well enough.

This collection of short stories all take place in the British colonies of Malaya, Burma (now Myanmar), Kuching (now Malaysian Borneo), Singapore, Indonesia, or on the voyage to or from these places to Britain. While this collection was published in this form in 1993, the stories are presumably much older and appear to be set in the 1930's.

Maugham paints a detailed picture of life in the outposts of the empire, but more they capture the aspects of human nature and the way of life in these places. Particularly it shows the way behaviour's differ in the colonies from the homeland, and how the acceptability of actions and behaviour's differ also.

Footprints in the Jungle - told in the first person, a newcomer to Tanah Merah (in Malaya) meets the locals, and learns the back story of a planter and his wife - that the wife had a previous marriage where her husband was brutally murdered in the jungle under strange circumstances.

Mabel - A very short story about a woman on her way from Britain to join her fiancé after several years apart, although both harbour fears that their partners will have changed.

P. & O. - Set on the P&O liner returning to Britain, Mrs Hamlyn and Mr Gallagher are the main characters who both have different reasons for returning home, and their stories are told during the journey.

The Door of Opportunity - Anne and her husband Alban have just landed in London, having departed from Malaya where Alban was a District Officer in fictional Sondurah. The reason for their departure is the heart or this story and examines Alban's character and behaviour during an uprising in his district.

The Buried Talent - When Convers arrives in Penang on route to his new job in Bangkok he receives a note from a women from the past who was close friend of his girlfriend from long ago, who hopes to meet up with him. This he does and they recount the story of Convers' girlfriend and what happened to her.

Before the Party - Set in the UK, a family about to attend a memorial for Millicent's husband, who died in Malaysian Borneo, where he was the Resident at Kuala Solor (a fictional town). Millicent's sister, mother and father are the only characters in this story and they tease out the story of Harold's death, but end up wishing they had not!

Mr. Know-All - Another ocean liner-set story, in this case told in the first person by a man returning home whose cabin-mate is known on the ship a Mr. Know-all, not well liked as he is a self professed expert at all things. Over the authenticity of pearls, he ends in an argument.

Neil MacAdam - A young Scotsman (Neil) arrives to assist a scientist researching insects and is invited to life with the scientist and his wife. When Neil hears rumours being spread about the wife he defends her, but later discovers that he may have been on the wrong side of the argument and if forced to take steps to extract himself.

The End of the Flight - A new arrival accepts a bed at the Resident's bungalow, and despite being very tired and just wanting to go to sleep is told a story about the last man who stayed with the Resident!

The Force of Circumstance - Newly married and returning to a post he has held for the previous 10 years Guy and Doris are settling into life in a far-flung corner of the empire (Sembulu in Indonesian Kalimantan) when Doris notices some light coloured children in the Kampang. There is also a young Indonesian woman hanging about with a young baby. Finding out about Guy's history doesn't go down so well with Doris.

All of these stories are depicted with the background settings fully intact. With tennis rackets, Gin Pahits and Singapore Slings, an administrators overview and natives needing to be kept in line.

I have heard from others than Maugham's short stories are more favourable than his longer works, but I am still game to try a longer novel if they come close to the amusement value of these stories as I enjoyed these short stories more than I might have expected.

4 stars.

The form of this novel is a series of interconnected short stories from three generations of an Afghan family, plus some bystanders! Separated at a young age brother and sister Abdullah and Pari go on to live very different lives, and their stories are told in both their own sections of the book and those of others.

Each of the stories have overlapping timelines, flashbacks and some non-linear sections. They vary slightly within their format for each character, but are largely able to be followed as one section leads to the next. The author does have some fun with starting a section vague and not sharing who the character is for the first few pages.

Based initially in Afghanistan, the story is sad and often the circumstances grim. Later the story moves to other settings, Paris, the Greek island of Tinos and San Francisco.

Hosseini is a great storyteller, but the multiple point of view format didn't work as well as the dual narrative in his earlier books. It was still an enjoyable enough read, but on the basis it was just less satisfying that his others, this sits at 3.5 stars.

Idriess states in his author's note "For long I have wanted to write whatever comes into my head. And here it is. I have written on man, woman, insect and diprotodon, stories, incidents, articles....". Published in 1954 it focuses on stories from Western Australia's north, but does dip briefly in to New Guinea.

I don't think I am being unfair or inaccurate when I say this book is a bit of a muddle - less organised and less structured than this authors other works. I found the fragmentation disengaging, where normally this author is very engaging. It felt clearly like he had lots of fragments of stories he couldn't work into real pieces and perhaps that had been edited from other works as they weren't quite right. There were pages in here with only semi-related stories each of a paragraph, that didn't carry the narrative for me. Seldom are eh chapters directly related, so really this is a collection of short stories, non-fiction of course.

There were also other more focused chapters which did measure up to Idriess's other works, so it is not that this book has nothing to offer, but if this was your first book by this author, it may not encourage you back.

As usual it outlines quirks in Aboriginal culture, introduces dozens of real characters, Aboriginal a white living and working in remote desert country, their experiences, some stories and plenty of oddities. There ae numerous pages of photographs (black and white) of average quality for the era, mostly illustrating the story but not necessarily directly.

Three stars.