Gerald Durrell’s "Rosy is my Relative" is a tale from the rural locales, narrated so distinctively, that it provides the reader with a sense of warmth and innocence that one can only associate with the villages. Indeed, it takes a village to write a book; the cosmopolitan just seems to lack the fervour, the intrigue, and the romance of a village. Life on these parts of the world is one way the most enchanting, and in other ways hostile. As for me, the latter doesn’t matter; it’s hardly noticeable unless you pay attention to those kinds.
The book deals with an almost true story and goes on to testify that there is still a hint of craziness in this world gone awry, and innocence unexplored. We have Adrian Rookwhistle as the protagonist, a man who lives a lowly life after the demise of his parents. Rosy enters the fray, and everything changes. She isn't Adrian's romantic interest if you thought so, but an elephant. Not just any elephant, but an elephant with a fondness for strong drink.
Adrian thought he could get her away to the shore, where her theatrical talent and experience could be put to use. Little did Adrian know how but his life would take a course, ultimately for the better. His journey out of the mundane would be a thoroughly enjoyable experience for the reader, not so for poor Adrian though.
This book, it must be noted, doesn't merely deal with Adrian and his elephant, but with their various encounters with people and scenarios. It's a roller coaster ride and a remarkable page-turner. Rosie's love for liquor, which exposed Adrian to troubles of fascinating kinds (and from all ends), makes this book a laugh riot. It is truly a stress buster, reading in general is but Durell has his own way of doing it.
It would take an indifferent person to not relate with the humor this book so articulately provides. It's not only Rookwhistle's relationship with the elephant or the interplay of some interesting characters but the way the author chose to weave it all together with unparalleled profundity. This is a brilliant debut work by a writer who went on to pen some great literary works. Do gift this book to your children or to people who vouch against reading, you'll be doing a great service (I'm not sure of the latter, though). I express my heartfelt and generous gratitude to my friend and mentor Sangeetha Shinde, without whose intervention I wouldn't be reading such remarkable works. Hats off to the person you are, Sangs.