This has got to be one of the most beautifully written books that I've ever read. The author was first and foremost a poet and the prose he has written here reads like a gentle, lyrical love poem to a time, a place, a life forever lost.
I knew I was going to love it from the opening paragraph when 3 year old Laurie is set down from a cart in some long grass, he is bewildered and terrified;
' The June grass, amongst which I stood, was taller than I was, and I wept. I had never been so close to grass before. It towered above me and all around me, each blade tattooed with tiger skins of sunlight. It was knife edged, dark and a wicked green, thick as a forest and alive with grasshoppers that chirped and chattered and leapt through the air like monkeys'.
His first day at school leaves him upset and angry as his teacher sits him down at a desk and tells him to 'just sit there for the present'. When he gets home crying his Mum asks what has happened and little Laurie tells her that he was told he would get a present if he sat in his seat and he hasn't got one!! :))
The part about the 2 old ladies Granny Trill and Granny Wallon had me laughing with delight. I won't spoil anything but suffice to say, one lived above the other and there was 'animosity' between them. They referred to each other only as "Er-Down-Under and" Er-Up-Atop the varmint'.
Another part that had me crying with laughter was when the whole village went for a day trip in a Charabanc. They left their little village near Stoud in the Cotswolds for a seaside trip to Western- super- Mare. On arriving they halted on the promenade.
"The seaside" they said: " We gazed around us, but we saw no sign of the sea
We saw a vast blue sky and an infinity of mud stretching away to the shadows of Wales.
As I've been to Western many times, I can absolutely verify that the sea never comes in there. Well at least not when children want it to. ;))
This book is phenomenal. It has brought up so many memories for me from my childhood and a longing for those lost times. Every word resounds with beauty and his descriptions of nature as he sees it blew my mind;
'Bees blew like cake crumbs through the golden air, white butterflies like sugared wafers, and when it wasn't raining a diamond dust took over which veiled and yet magnified all things'
I'm going to stop here and will finish with the thought that; memories aren't always reliable and indeed can a person relate verbatim what happened in their childhood? These are the memories of Lauri lee as he remembers them and whether embellished with fantasy or all factual the story he has told is perfect.
5 whopping * from me, and a place on my books I'm passionate about shelf.
I will read the second part of this in March and the third in May and review the separately. :)