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Durrell - Fillets of Plaice

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At that moment came a noise like somebody breaking the backbone of a whale and the palm leaf punka crashed straight onto the table, one end of it completely obliterating the District Commissioner. Oh my God! screamed Mary, upsetting her gin and tonic. Im terribly, terribly sorry, sir, said Martin to the invisible D.C. The palm fronds rusted and the D.C.s head appeared. He opened his mouth to say something and then caught sight of a very hairy spider the circumference of a saucer making its way along the punka towards him . . . Delightful. A collection of scattered and dotty reminiscences. Sunday Mirror Durrell calamity prone in a mad world! Sunday Times

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This book is for my brother Larry who has always encouraged me to write and has - photo 1

This book is for my brother Larry who has always encouraged me to write and has rejoiced more than anybody else in what success I have had.

The child is mad, snails in his pockets!

Lawrence Durrell, circa 1931

The child is mad, scorpions in matchboxes!

Lawrence Durrell, circa 1935

The child is mad, working in a pet shop!

Lawrence Durrell, circa 1939

The boy is mad, wanting to be a zoo keeper!

Lawrence Durrell, circa 1945

The man is mad, crawling about snake-infested jungles!

Lawrence Durrell, circa 1952

The man is mad, wanting to have a zoo!

Lawrence Durrell, circa 1958

The man is mad. Invite him to stay and he puts an eagle in your wine cellar!

Lawrence Durrell, circa 1967

The man is mad.

Lawrence Durrell, circa 1972

1. The Birth of a Title

The day was one of those breathless clear blue days that only Greece of all - photo 2

The day was one of those breathless, clear, blue days that only Greece, of all countries in the world, can provide. The cicadas were zithering in the olive trees and the sea was a deeper blue, moving reflection of the sky. We had just finished a large and leisurely lunch under the twisted, pitted olives that grew almost down to the edge of the sea on one of the most beautiful beaches in Corfu. The female members of the party had gone down to bathe and left Larry and myself alone. We slouched there indolently, ferrying a giant, wicker-covered bottle of turpentine-like retsina between us. We drank and mused in silence. Anyone who thinks that when authors meet they indulge in witty exchanges and saucy badinage is sadly mistaken.

This is a nice retsina, said Larry at last, thoughtfully filling his glass. Where did you get it?

From a little man who has a shop in one of those alleyways leading off St Spiridion Square. Its nice, isnt it?

Very, said Larry, holding the glass up to the light so that it glowed a pale old gold. The last bottle I got from town tasted and looked like a urine sample from a mule. It probably was.

Im coming this way tomorrow, I said. Ill bring you a flagon if you like.

Hmmm, said Larry. Bring me a couple.

Exhausted by the intellectual exchange, we filled our glasses and lapsed into silence again. The ants were foraging over the remains of our food. Tiny, black, busy ones, large, leggy, red ones, with their behinds cocked up like anti-aircraft guns. On the bark of the olive against which I was leaning there were flocks of curious larvae moving. Minute, fluffy creatures that looked like misshapen and rather dirty polar bears.

What are you working on now? Larry inquired.

I looked at him in surprise. We had an unspoken and unwritten law that we never discussed what we called Our Art with each other, lest it lead to dissension and vulgar abuse.

Im not working on anything at the moment, but Ive got a sort of vague idea of something. As a matter of fact, I got the idea from reading Spirit of Place.

Larry snorted derisively. Spirit of Place was a compilation of his letters to his friends, painstakingly amassed and edited by our old friend Alan Thomas.

Im surprised that it gave you any ideas at all, said Larry.

Well, it did. I thought of doing a kind of compilation thing. Ive got a lot of material that I havent been able to use in a book. I thought of putting it all together and making a book out of it.

Good idea, said Larry, pouring himself out another glass of retsina. Never waste good material.

He held his glass up to the light and admired the colour.

Then he looked at me and his eyes twinkled mischievously. I tell you what, he said. You could call it Fillets of Plaice.

And that is exactly what I have done.

2 The Birthday Party It had been a very long hot summer even by Corfu - photo 3

2. The Birthday Party

It had been a very long hot summer even by Corfu standards For several months - photo 4

It had been a very long, hot summer even by Corfu standards. For several months no rain had fallen and from sunrise to sunset the sun glowered down upon the island out of a madonna-blue sky. Everything was parched and desiccated and the heat was intense. It had been rather an exhausting summer from our point of view. Larry, with characteristic generosity, had invited a large number of his artistic friends to stay. They came, in fact, in such droves that Mother was forced to employ two extra maids and she spent most of her time in our vast, gloomy, subterranean kitchen rushing from stove to stove to cook enough food to keep this army of playwrights, poets, authors and artists well fed and happy. Now we had just seen the last of them off and the family were relaxing on the balcony, sipping iced tea and looking out over the still, blue sea.

Well, thank goodness thats over, said Mother, sipping her tea and straightening her glasses. Really, Larry dear, I do wish you wouldnt invite all these people. Its been terribly exhausting.

Well, it wouldnt have been exhausting if youd organised it properly, said Larry. After all, they all wanted to help.

Mother glared at him.

Can you imagine that crowd down in my kitchen helping? she asked. It was bad enough at mealtimes, let alone having them under my feet in the kitchen. No, I want to have a peaceful time for the rest of the summer. I dont feel I want to do anything. I feel absolutely exhausted.

Well, nobodys asking you to do anything, said Larry.

Are you sure you havent invited anybody else? asked Mother.

Not that I can think of, said Larry carelessly.

Well if they come, they can just jolly well stay in hotels, said Mother. Ive had enough.

I dont know what youre getting so belligerent about, said Larry in a pained tone of voice. I thought they were an awfully nice crowd.

You didnt have to cook for them, said Mother. I feel I just dont want to see that kitchen again. I just feel Id like to go somewhere and get away from it all.

Thats a jolly good idea, said Larry.

What? Mother inquired.

Getting away from it all.

Getting away where? asked Mother suspiciously.

Well, how about a boat trip to the mainland? Larry suggested.

By Jove, thats an idea! said Leslie.

What a good idea! said Margo. Do lets do that, Mother. Ooh I know! We could go over there to celebrate your birthday.

Well, said Mother uncertainly, I dont know about that. Whereabouts on the mainland?

Oh, we just hire a benzina, said Larry airily, and sort of float down the coast, stopping where we want to. We can take enough food for two or three days and just loll about, have fun, relax.

Well, it sounds very nice, said Mother. I suppose Spiro could arrange a boat?

Oh, yes, said Leslie, Spiro will do all that.

Well, said Mother, I must say it would make a change, wouldnt it?

Theres nothing like sea air when youre feeling a bit jaded, said Larry. Bucks you up no end. And we could perhaps take a few people along to sort of stimulate us, liven us up a bit.

Now, not more people, said Mother.

Well, I didnt mean more people, Larry explained. I meant Theodore, for example.

Theodore wouldnt come, said Margo. You know hes prone to seasickness.

Well, he might, said Larry. And then theres Donald and Max.

Mother wavered. She was very fond of Donald and Max. Well, I... I suppose they could come, she said.

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