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Out of Africa
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”Up in this air you breathed easily, drawing in a vital assurance and lightness of heart. In the highlands you woke up in the morning and thought: Here I am, where I ought to be.”
Karen Blixen in 1913. Her whole life was before her.
When Karen Blixen married her second cousin Baron Bror Blixen-Finecke in 1914 and followed along as a devoted wife should to help him run a coffee plantation in Kenya, I’m sure she had an idea of what her life was to be, but the story of our lives generally deviates from the perceptions our youthful fancies conceive. Her marriage was in shambles. Her husband proved a poor manager of the farm, and his sexual indiscretions had left her with a parting gift of a case of syphilis. She let him live, which was touch and go, booted him off the farm, and took over the management of the Kenyan farming enterprise.
Baroness Blixen kept her title though.
Most people would have, given the nature of these events, thrown in the towel and made their way back to Denmark, battered and bruised and hoped that people had short memories of them ever being gone, but Blixen was made of sterner stuff. She decided she was going to turn this series of unfortunate events into a triumph, and for a decade and a half she did just that.
She created an oasis for her friends to visit. ”To the great wanderers amongst my friends, the farm owed its charm, I believe, to the fact that it was stationary and remained the same whenever they came to it. They had been over vast countries and had raised and broken their tents in many places, now they were pleased to round my drive that was steadfast as the orbit of a star. They liked to be met by familiar faces, and I had the same servants all the time that I was in Africa. I had been on the farm longing to get away, and they came back to it longing for books and linen sheets, and the cool atmosphere in a big shuttered room.”
I can imagine the thrill that they must have felt when they first spotted the red roof of her house and knew that they were about to step out of Africa and back into Europe for an evening of discourse, food, and wine.
She collected an eclectic group of friends, mostly lost Europeans who escaped to Africa from something or came in search of themselves. None made a bigger impression on her than Denys Finch Hatton (played by Robert Redford in the movie). ”He would have cut a figure in any age, for he was an athlete, a musician, a lover of art and a fine sportsman. He did cut a figure in his own age, but he did not quite fit in anywhere. His friends in England always wanted him to come back, they wrote out plans and schemes for a career for him there, but Africa was keeping him.”
Denys Finch Hatton
I certainly understand the dilemma of being a person out of time. I believe I’ve been born into one of the most boring eras ever in the history of the world. Fortunately for me, I have the ability to time travel and escape this world at will by simply opening the pages of a book. By the way, I’ve just returned from an expedition to a coffee plantation circa 1925 in Kenya where I drank wine with Baroness Blixen, listened to the lions roar, and luxuriated in the stillness that follows on the heels of such a proclamation of dominance.
There is the moment when Blixen witnessed giraffes being loaded on a ship to be sent to Hamburg. ”They could only just have room to stand in the narrow case. The world had suddenly shrunk, changed and closed around them.
They could not know or imagine the degradation to which they were sailing. For they were proud and innocent creatures, gentle amblers of the great plains; they had not the least knowledge of captivity, cold, stench, smoke, and mange, nor of the terrible boredom in the world in which nothing is ever happening.”
Will they dream of their country? Do I wish that they can? Or do I hope they forget the freedom they once had?
I’ve been to several zoos in my lifetime, and someone will have to hold a very large gun to my head to ever have me set foot in one again. When I go to a zoo, I don’t see the majestic animals or their beautiful fur or the pretty colors of their plumage. All I see is a deadness in their eyes, an accusation of, how can you do this to me? How can you let these smelly, noisy creatures mock me, yell at me, rattle my cage, and stare at me when they should be bowing their heads in reverence?
So do you free the giraffes and watch them gallop away? Do you shoot them in their alien looking heads so they die free? Or do you do what we all generally do in such circumstances, which is to watch them be hauled away in chains? We think about the sadness of it and then move our thoughts on to something else.
Blixen experienced the typical problems that afflict farmers everywhere, which is Mother Nature not cooperating.
Drought.
”One year the long rains failed.
That is a terrible, tremendous experience, and the farmer who has lived through it will never forget it. Years afterwards, away from Africa, in the wet climate of a Northern country, he will start up at night, at the sound of a sudden shower of rain, and cry, ‘At last, at last.’”
My father is a farmer, and though I’ve never seen him do a jig, there was one year, after months of drought, that a gully washer appeared over the horizon and dropped four inches of precious rain on us. His smile looked like he was capable of just about any expression of joy, even dancing, in that moment when the first drops began to fall.
Karen Blixen showing some of the elegance her visitors in Kenya must have enjoyed.
Drought, grasshopper plague, and being situated too high in altitude for coffee beans to grow as well as they should, all contributed to the final demise of the Blixen Kenyan farm. In 1931, the place was sold, and she moved back to Denmark. There was probably relief for a while from the stress and strain of the daily trials and tribulations of keeping a farm in working order, but I’m sure, within a matter of months and maybe even weeks, she felt the loss of her home as astutely as those giraffes missed their home from their cage in Hamburg. The only way she could return to it was to write about it. With pen in hand, her blood could move a bit more briskly about her body, her hands could remember the labor, and her mind could sift back through those conversations she had with the people she cared the most about. Highly Recommended!
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Karen Blixen in 1913. Her whole life was before her.
When Karen Blixen married her second cousin Baron Bror Blixen-Finecke in 1914 and followed along as a devoted wife should to help him run a coffee plantation in Kenya, I’m sure she had an idea of what her life was to be, but the story of our lives generally deviates from the perceptions our youthful fancies conceive. Her marriage was in shambles. Her husband proved a poor manager of the farm, and his sexual indiscretions had left her with a parting gift of a case of syphilis. She let him live, which was touch and go, booted him off the farm, and took over the management of the Kenyan farming enterprise.
Baroness Blixen kept her title though.
Most people would have, given the nature of these events, thrown in the towel and made their way back to Denmark, battered and bruised and hoped that people had short memories of them ever being gone, but Blixen was made of sterner stuff. She decided she was going to turn this series of unfortunate events into a triumph, and for a decade and a half she did just that.
She created an oasis for her friends to visit. ”To the great wanderers amongst my friends, the farm owed its charm, I believe, to the fact that it was stationary and remained the same whenever they came to it. They had been over vast countries and had raised and broken their tents in many places, now they were pleased to round my drive that was steadfast as the orbit of a star. They liked to be met by familiar faces, and I had the same servants all the time that I was in Africa. I had been on the farm longing to get away, and they came back to it longing for books and linen sheets, and the cool atmosphere in a big shuttered room.”
I can imagine the thrill that they must have felt when they first spotted the red roof of her house and knew that they were about to step out of Africa and back into Europe for an evening of discourse, food, and wine.
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She collected an eclectic group of friends, mostly lost Europeans who escaped to Africa from something or came in search of themselves. None made a bigger impression on her than Denys Finch Hatton (played by Robert Redford in the movie). ”He would have cut a figure in any age, for he was an athlete, a musician, a lover of art and a fine sportsman. He did cut a figure in his own age, but he did not quite fit in anywhere. His friends in England always wanted him to come back, they wrote out plans and schemes for a career for him there, but Africa was keeping him.”
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Denys Finch Hatton
I certainly understand the dilemma of being a person out of time. I believe I’ve been born into one of the most boring eras ever in the history of the world. Fortunately for me, I have the ability to time travel and escape this world at will by simply opening the pages of a book. By the way, I’ve just returned from an expedition to a coffee plantation circa 1925 in Kenya where I drank wine with Baroness Blixen, listened to the lions roar, and luxuriated in the stillness that follows on the heels of such a proclamation of dominance.
There is the moment when Blixen witnessed giraffes being loaded on a ship to be sent to Hamburg. ”They could only just have room to stand in the narrow case. The world had suddenly shrunk, changed and closed around them.
They could not know or imagine the degradation to which they were sailing. For they were proud and innocent creatures, gentle amblers of the great plains; they had not the least knowledge of captivity, cold, stench, smoke, and mange, nor of the terrible boredom in the world in which nothing is ever happening.”
Will they dream of their country? Do I wish that they can? Or do I hope they forget the freedom they once had?
I’ve been to several zoos in my lifetime, and someone will have to hold a very large gun to my head to ever have me set foot in one again. When I go to a zoo, I don’t see the majestic animals or their beautiful fur or the pretty colors of their plumage. All I see is a deadness in their eyes, an accusation of, how can you do this to me? How can you let these smelly, noisy creatures mock me, yell at me, rattle my cage, and stare at me when they should be bowing their heads in reverence?
So do you free the giraffes and watch them gallop away? Do you shoot them in their alien looking heads so they die free? Or do you do what we all generally do in such circumstances, which is to watch them be hauled away in chains? We think about the sadness of it and then move our thoughts on to something else.
Blixen experienced the typical problems that afflict farmers everywhere, which is Mother Nature not cooperating.
Drought.
”One year the long rains failed.
That is a terrible, tremendous experience, and the farmer who has lived through it will never forget it. Years afterwards, away from Africa, in the wet climate of a Northern country, he will start up at night, at the sound of a sudden shower of rain, and cry, ‘At last, at last.’”
My father is a farmer, and though I’ve never seen him do a jig, there was one year, after months of drought, that a gully washer appeared over the horizon and dropped four inches of precious rain on us. His smile looked like he was capable of just about any expression of joy, even dancing, in that moment when the first drops began to fall.
![photo Karen20Blixen20Elegant_zps5uofoxyd.jpg](https://cdn.statically.io/img/i.gr-assets.com/images/S/compressed.photo.goodreads.com/hostedimages/1534105317i/26118317._SY540_.jpg)
Karen Blixen showing some of the elegance her visitors in Kenya must have enjoyed.
Drought, grasshopper plague, and being situated too high in altitude for coffee beans to grow as well as they should, all contributed to the final demise of the Blixen Kenyan farm. In 1931, the place was sold, and she moved back to Denmark. There was probably relief for a while from the stress and strain of the daily trials and tribulations of keeping a farm in working order, but I’m sure, within a matter of months and maybe even weeks, she felt the loss of her home as astutely as those giraffes missed their home from their cage in Hamburg. The only way she could return to it was to write about it. With pen in hand, her blood could move a bit more briskly about her body, her hands could remember the labor, and her mind could sift back through those conversations she had with the people she cared the most about. Highly Recommended!
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Indeed! Lyrical writing like this must be rewarded with stars to fill a sky.
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Thanks Elizabeth! When I finished the book I'd become so used to every day spending some time hearing the Baroness's voice in my head that I have been missing it every day since.
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Haha! You have caught the Folio Book bug. I'm sorry to tell you it is terminal. You will be enjoying this disease for the rest of your life. :-) You are most welcome. Thanks Stacy!
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Thanks Katie! When I was very little my parents took me to the Denver Zoo and as we were driving home I asked them when would the animals get to go back to Africa? My mom told that story for decades always eliciting laughs from her audience. I was an odd child though. *sigh* Personally I think kids learn a lot more from watching Animal Planet than they do from visiting a zoo, but I also know how compelling it is for kids to experience a zoo too.
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I agree J. R.. I can't believe it has taken me so long to read this book. I've watched the movie several times, but it simply can't compare to the book.
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Thank you Violet! I know now why it is considered her masterpiece.
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I've had this book on my TBR for decades. I was long overdue to read it. I read West with the Night and decided that this book was the perfect follow up. Thanks Gary!
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Thank you G.J.! Reading a book like this inspires the book reviewer!
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Thanks Margitte! Great books tend to encourage good movies. How nice that we got what we wanted from the book and the movie with Out of Africa!
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Thanks Rose! When you get ready to read it, clear some time. I finished the last 150 pages in one sitting. It is that kind of book.
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I'm on board with you Lars! I'm definitely queuing up some more of Blixen's work in the near future.
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Here I am, just having finished re-reading one of my all time favourite Jeffrey reviews and now I’m finding a new one to put right next to it. You are out of control. :) Seriously, this review was brilliant. Very powerful. You know, I had reservations about this book. I didn’t want to read it, because Karen Blixen was also a hunter. But even with this knowledge, I was still very tempted. In the end Sid convinced me. He said that in other ways she was very good to animals, which your amazing work here reveals as well. Btw, how sad that even in the XX century women had to use men’s names to write! I love you <3
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You should watch the British series Our Zoo based on George Motterhead and his hopes for a cageless zoo. It is wonderful.
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Here I am, just having finished re-reading one of my all time favourite Jeffrey revie..."
I'm glad you liked this one Vessey! I put some extra polish on this one! The movie focuses on certain aspect of the book, but I think you would really like it if you haven't seen it. She was practical about animals and certainly showed more sympathy for imperiled animals than most of her generation. Thanks Vessey!
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You should watch the British series Our Zoo based on George Motterhead and his hopes for a cageless zoo. It is wonderful."
I do need to watch that. I've heard of it, but haven't seen it. I would certainly be an advocate for cageless zoos. Thanks Bette! I knew my views on zoos would be a bit controversial.
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Thanks Frances! I hope you do get a chance to read this one.
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I can see a reread in my future Montzalee!!
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Thanks Lizzy! I do try to explain as best I can my reading experience which almost always involves how the book impacts me personally. Good books should inspire personal reading experiences that are unique to each reader.
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I actually have to maintain an inventory of my books so I know what I have. about 15 years ago when my mind was a solid steel trap I didn't need a list, but alas now I must keep track.
Well I knew my zoo opinions would be a bit controversial, but I just think that people don't consider all the aspects of what a zoo represents. We should think of ourselves as stewards of the remaining animals left in the world and put their well being above our entertainment.
I hope you enjoy this one Linda!
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A good question. We all need to be cruel in order to survive and have quality of life, but there is so much that isn’t truly necessary. People don’t understand that animals are at their most beautiful and most majestic when they are free. Isn’t this why there is so much interest toward them? If what you want is a pet, a domesticated animal you get to see lying and being fed, you would feel satisfied by merely having a cat purring in your lap. They don’t realize that by laying a hand on them, they destroy the very thing that has attracted them in the first place. Their wildness, their freedom. That which makes them different from us. What is the exciting and exotic about an animal in a cage? And while a person in captivity at least has the chance to make the decision to end it all by killing themselves or to fight with anything they have at their disposal, even if the only weapon they still have is hope and the pride of holding on to that hope, those poor animals are denied even this choice. They don’t have the strength to end their suffering, nor to hope. I don’t know if it’s true, but I have heard that they don’t captivate wild animals anymore, that the ones in nowadays zoos are ones that were born there or ones that, because of illness or some other reason, can’t survive in the wild on their own. I hope it’s true. There wouldn’t be a point anyway. Anyone today has an accesses to cable and internet and could always watch a documentary and see how much better it is to see them where they belong. Seeing them in person doesn't really make it more personal. Not when they are treated this way. It makes it a spectacle. Seeing them in their natural habitats and using the abilities nature has endowed them with and listening to the person behind the camera that shares all their hard earned knowledge of them is a much more valuable and intimate experience. Thank you for this outstanding, deep and compassionate review, my fellow naturalist. :) I was happy to read it again. :) You are as beautiful and majestic as the giraffes. :)
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I could certainly see that. This is definitely a book you need to keep handy whenever you are feeling nostalgica. Thanks Jules!
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A good question. We al..."
I've never been a fan of zoos even as a kid. People fervently disagree with me, but the animals always look so unhappy. You are most welcome! Thank you!