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2014 Oh, I am so very tempted to read this one again.Shall I do another book about flying Another book about Kenya So soon sigh I probably will give in to temptation because I loved this book beyond measure when I read it as a teenager and Hannah and Jeannette both confirmed my memory of how good it was.2017 So, I did read it again and, as Ernest Hemingway said, I wish you would get it and read it because it is really a bloody wonderful book For one thing, unlike some of Hemingway s books Sorry, Ernest , Markham s memoir is never dull She lived an extraordinary life, a life only possible at a certain moment in time, an African life Markham s Africa.is mystic it is wild it is a sweltering inferno it is a photographer s paradise, a hunter s Valhalla, an escapist s Utopia It is what you will, and it withstands all interpretations It is the last vestige of a dead world or the cradle of a shiny new one To a lot of people, as to myself it is just home It is all these things but one thing it is never dullI have lifted my plane from the Nairobi airport for perhaps a thousand flights and I have never felt her wheels glide from the earth into the air without knowing the uncertainty and the exhilaration of firstborn adventure.Beryl Markhan was African in a way that Karen Blixen who wrote Out of Africa under the pen name Isak Dinesen was not and Markham s book is the better of the two for that reason alone Markham was born in England but raised from the age of four on a farm in British East Africa at the edge of the Rift Valley She ran wild and hunted as a child with the local tribesmen and her memories of those hunts provide some of the book s most vivid scenes The Equator runs close to the Rongai Valley, and, even at so high an altitude as this we hunted in, the belly of the earth was hot as live ash under our feet Except for an occasional gust of fretful wind that flattened the high, corn like grass, nothing uttered nothing in the valley stirred The chirrup like drone of grasshoppers was dead, birds left the sky unmarked the sun reigned and there were no aspirants to his place We stopped by the red salt lick that cropped out of the ground in the path of our trail I did not remember a time when the salt lick was as deserted as this Always before it had been crowded with grantii, impala, kongoni, eland, water buck, and a dozen kinds of smaller animals But it was empty today It was like a marketplace whose flow and bustle of life you had witnessed ninety nine times, but, on your hundredth visit, was vacant and still without even an urchin to tell you why.I put my hand on Arab Maina s arm What are you thinking, Maina Why is there no game today Be quiet, Lakweit, and do not move I dropped the butt of my spear on the earth and watched the two Murani stand still as trees, their nostrils distended, their ears alert to all things Arab Kosky s hand was tight on his spear like the claw of an eagle clasping a branch It is an odd sign, murmured Arab Maina, when the salt lick is without company I had forgotten Buller, but the dog had not forgotten us He had not forgotten that, with all the knowledge of the two Murani, he still knew better about such things He thrust his body roughly between Arab Maina and myself, holding his black wet nose close to the ground And the hairs along his spine stiffened His hackles rose and he trembled We might have spoken, but we didn t In his way Buller was eloquent Without a sound, he said, as clearly as it could be said Lion Race is part of the story and the colonial experience, but unlike Blixen, Markham s intimacy with tribal hunters and Somali and Arab servants means that nothing in their ways seems strange to her When the reality of colonialism intrudes she feels the growing gap with a poignant sense of loss What a child does not know and does not want to know of race and colour and class, he learns soon enough as he grows to see each man flipped inexorably into some predestined groove like a penny or a sovereign in a banker s rack Kibii, the Nandi boy, was my good friend Arab Ruta the same boy grown to manhood , who sits before me, is my good friend, but the handclasp will be shorter, the smile will not be so eager on his lips, and though the path is for a while the same, he will walk behind me now, when once, in the simplicity of our nonage, we walked together British East Africa was a place where eccentrics gathered Markham knew most of the colony s colorful and often crazy luminaries and they come to life here in a way that they do not in Blixen s book Sorry, I know I m making a lot of comparisons here but I read both back to back and West with the Night is so much better I simply have to Markham was friends with Karen Blixen and her husband This is Karen at the time she was living on the famous farm in the Ngong hills Markham doesn t write much about Karen Blixen and perhaps she had an affair with the Baron Markham seems to have had than a few affairs and married three times, but if you are looking for dishy gossip there is none in either West with the Night or Out of Africa On Baron von Blixen Six feet of amiable Swede and, to my knowledge, the toughest, most durable White Hunter ever to snicker at the fanfare of safari or to shoot a charging buffalo between the eyes while debating whether his sundown drink will be gin or whisky Pilot and big game hunter Denys Finch Hatton was another of her intimates, and he and RAF veteran and bush pilot Tom Campbell Black encouraged Markham in her new career running an air taxi service in the uncharted African back country This is Hatton with his beloved biplane But before there were airplanes in Markham s life, there were horses Beryl, like her father, raised and trained race horses.One of those horses has as vivid a personality as any of the humans and the story of this brave little mare running her heart out is perhaps the most exciting and touching description a horse race ever written If you love horses, flying adventures, Africa or just beautifully crafted prose don t miss this bloody wonderful book. I was very pleasantly surprised at the magical prose and window into worlds of East Africa provided by this memoir Markham is an interesting historical figure for her achievements in aviation and adventuring For example, she was the first female bush pilot in the continent, the first woman to complete an East to West nonstop crossing of the Atlantic ending into a near crash landing in Cape Breton , and a legendary race horse trainer And she was a bit of a celebrity among the glitterati that set down or passed through Naibobi in her time, a circle that included the famous Swedish safari hunter Baron Blixen and his wife Karen, who wrote Out of Africa under the name Dinesen I understand that about these connections is to be found in Maclean s Circling the Sun This book is on the line of essays that showcase Markham s skills in portraying her developing vision on life as shaped by her growing up and early adulthood in British East Africa, now Kenya The book is looking out rather than looking inward typical of true autobiography There is nothing on her love life and little in the way of details on her family, schooling, or usual troubles with growing up Instead, the book seems as if it was written to address these issues Why she likes the wilderness of nature in Africa Why she loves the African people Why she loves horses Why she loves flyingWithin the framework of that structure it s wonderful Somehow she is a natural at storytelling, pacing, and lyricism without purple patches, all without the benefit or corrupting influences of an MFA program that writers are nurtured on these days She grew up at a fairly remote horse farm managed by her father with no one but tribal children to play with, members of the Nandi and Masai peoples In growing subsistence gardens, the encounters with serious wildlife on their land, such as lions and elephants, made it clear how tenuous the invasion of civilization from the edges into the heart of the continent was at the time Crops easily getting trampled by wild beasts is one thing, but the description of saving her poor dog from death after it was hauled away by a leopard made a pretty personal and harrowing story In another exciting story, she recounts how as a girl of six or so she was mauled by an old lion she got too close to on their property, but still felt bad when her heroic father put it down by rifle Here are a couple of choice quotes on the wildness of nature she grew up with You could expect many things of God at night when the campfire burned before the tents You could look through and beyond the veils of scarlet and see shadows of the world as God first made it and hear the voices of the beasts He put there It was a world as old as Time, but as new as Creation s hour had left it.Africa is mystic it is wild it is a sweltering inferno it is a photographer s paradise, a hunter s Valhalla, an escapist s Utopia It is what you will, and it withstands all interpretations It is the last vestige of a dead world or the cradle of a shiny new one To a lot of people, as to myself, it is just home.There are significant sections about horses, both in riding and caring for them as a girl and in training them for racing as a young adult after her father moved away due to a serious drought I actually didn t think there was enough focus on this subject to render a clear picture of what the work really involved Perhaps the topic didn t fit that well with the themes specific to Africa Much coverage is spent on her relationship with a specific dog, Buller, possibly a cross between an English sheep dog and a bull terrier A constant companion, he showed his mettle on a boar hunt Markham took as a young teen with her Nandi friend Kibii and his father, using spears in the traditional way I felt bad about the implications of cruelty in Buller getting terribly ravaged in bringing down a speared boar along with the native s dogs, but dogs were bred and raised for just that purpose, so I had to glide over distaste on that score Her ability to read her favorite animals and see their nobility and courage was uplifting Here is her thoughts on their affinity with their obviously competent wild brethren To an eagle or to an owl or to a rabbit, man must seem a masterful and yet a forlorn animal he has but two friends In his almost universal unpopularity he points out, with pride, that these two are the dog and the horse He believes, with an innocence peculiar to himself, that they are equally proud of this alleged confraternity He says, Look at my two noble friends they are dumb, but they are loyal I have for years suspected that they are only tolerant.As a budding bush pilot it was hard for Markham to resist delivering services to wealthy game hunters for their safaris She makes a delightful portrait of a major customer, Baron Blixen, that touches on the absurdity of his passion infused with admiration on his skills and style no hint of any possible love relationship Thankfully, it was an incredibly difficult challenge for hunters to bag a big bull elephant, and Markham lets slip some relief that Blixen refrained from a killing shot when days of effort finally brought them close Here is some of her critical thoughts on elephant hunting It is absurd for a man to kill an elephant It is not brutal, it is not heroic, and certainly it is not easy it is just one of those preposterous things that men do like putting a dam across a great river, one tenth of whose volume could engulf the whole of mankind without disturbing the domestic life of a single catfish I suppose if there were a part of the world in which mastodon still lived, somebody would design a new gun, and men, in their eternal impudence, would hunt mastodon as they now hunt elephant Impudence seems to be the word At least David and Goliath were of the same species, but, to an elephant, a man can only be a midge with a deathly sting.It is clear that Markham respects the wisdom and integrity she found in native peoples whom she befriended and learned from At one rare point she touches eloquently on the social issues of race relations and colonialism What a child does not know and does not want to know of race and colour and class, he learns soon enough as he grows to see each man flipped inexorably into some predestined groove like a penny or a sovereign in a banker s rack Kibii, the Nandi boy, was my good friend Arab Ruta the same boy grown to manhood , who sits before me, is my good friend, but the handclasp will be shorter, the smile will not be so eager on his lips, and though the path is for a while the same, he will walk behind me now, when once, in the simplicity of our nonage, we walked together.I sought the book out with a special interest in the flying For conveying the wonderful sense of solo flying in the wilderness, her poetic descriptions were marvelous, giving me much of the same pleasures I got from Saint Exupery s superb Wind, Sand, and Stars Her early experiences and bush pilot episodes were pleasurable for me that the later chapter on crossing the Atlantic Here is a sample of some of my favorite passages We swung over the hills and over the town and back again, and I saw how a man can be master of a craft, and how a craft can be master of an element I saw the alchemy of perspective reduce my world, and all my other life, to grains in a cup I learned to watch, to put my trust in other hands than mine And I learned to wander I learned what every dreaming child needs to know that no horizon is so far that you cannot get above it or beyond it, Harmony comes gradually to a pilot and his plane The wing does not want so much to fly true as to tug at the hands that guide it the ship would rather hunt the wind than lay her nose to the horizon far ahead She has a derelict quality in her character she toys with freedom and hints at liberation.Like night, the desert is boundless, comfortless and infinite Like night, it intrigues the mind and leads it to futility When you have flown halfway across a desert, you experience the desperation of a sleepless man waiting for dawn which only comes when the importance of it s coming is lost You fly forever, weary with an invariable scene, and when you are at last released from its monotony, you remember nothing of it because there was nothing there.There is some debate on how much her editor husband contributed to the writing, but her biographer reportedly defended the view of her as the true author see Wiki When it was published in 1942 it received little attention, but later praise by Hemingway let to its rediscovery and a well attended second publication in 1983 So glad it came to my attention Now I have a good perspective to approach the fiction of Circling the Sun. I do not read many autobiographies but when I do I seem to hit the jackpot West with the Night is the memoir of amazing Beryl Markham In case you did not know I didn t , she was the first solo female to fly the Atlantic from East to West Beryl was an English woman who grew up in Kenya together with his father on a farm She was raised among Masai warriors, learned to hunt with a spear and to understand animals Her first major passion were horses not flying At 18 she was the first woman horse trainer in Africa As you can see , she had an extraordinary, exciting life, one we cannot even comprehend but we can learn so much from reading about Africa for her was home and her love for the continent is obvious from the poetic praise and the emotion she manages to transmit whenever she writes about the subject Africa is mystic it is wild it is a sweltering inferno it is a photographer s paradise, a hunter s Valhalla, an escapist s Utopia It is what you will, and it withstands all interpretations It is the last vestige of a dead world or the cradle of a shiny new one To a lot of people, as to myself, it is just home It is all these things but one thing it is never dull.Beryl was a person who did not like to hold still, she felt the need to change and to find new provocations She starts flying with the help of a friend and, after she buys a plane, she uses her new hobby as a mean for living, giving up on horses At some point Africa becomes too small for her and decides that it was time for her to go back to her place of birth, England Africa is never the same to anyone who leaves it and returns again It is not a land of change, but it is a land of moods and its moods are numberless It is not fickle, but because it has mothered not only men, but races, and cradled not only cities, but civilizations and seen them die, and seen new ones born again Africa can be dispassionate, indifferent, warm, or cynical, replete with the weariness of too much wisdomI was enticed by her adventures but also by her extraordinary writing skills Some chapters really warmed me inside with the poetry, sage and beautiful insights The chapters written from a horse point of view will always remain in my memory I highly recommend this book to anyone, it is literature and autobiography in the same time, a story of Africa and a story of the beauty and loneliness of flying. I feel honoured and privileged to have had the opportunity to read this remarkable memoir Beryl Markham s story is outstanding enough by itself What makes this memoir even spectacular is the writing On the cover is a quote from Ernest Hemingway Markham can write rings around all of us who consider ourselves as writers It really is a bloody wonderful book Never mind that when he wrote his comments in a letter to a friend the ellipsis contained some typically misogynistic and foul references to Beryl Markham as a woman, the bare fact of his accolade is perhaps even powerful because of it, wrung out of his wrinkled heart through a mangle stronger than his bias.Under the authentic and authoritative voice of Ms Markham s prose, Africa in all its splendor and terror came alive for me in a way that set me down into its myriad contrasts and changes and variances both heart and soul I can t think of a way I could possibly read this book without feeling completely that I was there and witnessing it all at first hand living it myself.This memoir is now historical, of course, and as happens with much of history there was no such thing as political correctness Even though there was one aspect involving Ms Markham s flying career that is now so obviously illegal, back then it wasn t and I am certainly not about to flog the flyers of the day for actions taken in a context where it was normal and even desirableat the time .There were times while reading this novel that I was moved to tears there were even times where I was enraptured by sheer, undiluted wonder Ms Markham arrived in Africa when she was 4 years old, and as she grew up, some of her oldest friends were the African children she played with and learned from and even went hunting with She accomplished adult feats in her first few years of life in Africa than most people could claim in a lifetime The sense of wonder doesn t end there, for this woman led an astonishing life of adventure and achievement unparalleled at the time and possibly for all time.This story is one of the best, most absorbing reads I have had the good fortune to encounter This is a book to be experienced and savoured.Some food for thoughtNairobi has a frontier cut to its clothes and wears a broad brimmed hat, but it tends an English garden it nurtures the shoots of custom grafted from the old tree It dresses for dinner, passes its port wine clockwise, and loves a horse race I could never tell where inspiration begins and impulse leaves off I suppose the answer is in the outcome If your hunch proves a good one, you are inspired if it proves bad, you are guilty of yielding to thoughtless impulse And his were solemn dreams They were solemn dreams and in time he made them live Tom Black is not a name that ever groped for glory in a headline or shouldered other names aside for space to strut in It can be found in the drier lists of men who figured flights in terms of hours or days, instead of column inches If a man has any greatness in him, it comes to light, not in one flamboyant hour, but in the ledger of his daily work Tom Black was her flying teacher, her mentor and her friend right through until his death I am incapable of a profound remark on the workings of destiny It seems to get up early and then go to bed very late, and it acts most generously toward the people who nudge it off the road whenever they meet it A word grows to a thought a thought to an idea an idea to an act The change is slow, and the Present is a sluggish traveller loafing in the path Tomorrow wants to take 4.5 Stars After reading Paula McLain s Circling The Sun I could not wait to read about the adventurous life of Beryl Markham.Growing up in Kenya, this amazing and fearless lady was not only a wild animal hunter, horse trainer and accomplished pilot, she was also a great story teller and writerIMHOas evidenced in West With The Night.Skinning animals, running with the native hunting parties for wild boar, surviving a baboon attack in her room and a near death encounter with a lion are only some of the extraordinary stories you will find in this memoir And, while I had hoped to learn about the true facts of Beryl s relationship with Denys Finch Hatton, the data is disappointingly not included here which will probably take me to yet another Markham novel in the near future.Excellent Read as for the rumors re BM not actually writing this memoir..IGNORED This memoir was so lovingly written that I m going to have to reread it to fully appreciate it.Beryl Markham was born in England but moved to Kenya with her family when she was 4 She has amazing stories about surviving a lion attack, becoming a bush pilot, training racehorses, and flying solo across the Atlantic and she flew the difficult way, from east to west, against the wind She is my favorite kind of woman to read about she s tough and adventurous, but also romantic and sentimental I listened to this on audio, which was narrated well by Anna Fields I also enjoyed her audio performance of Ann Patchett s Bel Canto , but Markham s prose was so lovely that I wish I had read this in print, lingering over the paragraphs and pages Some of the long stories were occasionally confusing, and I think it would have been easier to follow with a print copy.I don t recall how Beryl Markham first got on my radar, but suddenly she was hugely popular thanks to the new historical novel Circling the Sun by Paula McLain I wanted to read Markham s own book first before checking out the fictional version, and I m glad I did Highly recommended, especially for those who like travel adventure memoirs or stories about Africa.Favorite Quotes To see ten thousand animals untamed and not branded with the symbols of human commerce is like scaling an unconquered mountain for the first time, or like finding a forest without roads or footpaths, or the blemish of an axe You know then what you had always been told that the world once lived and grew without adding machines and newsprint and brick walled streets and the tyranny of clocks We fly, but we have not conquered the air Nature presides in all her dignity, permitting us the study and the use of such of her forces as we may understand It is when we presume to intimacy, having been granted only tolerance, that the harsh stick fall across our impudent knuckles and we rub the pain, staring upward, startled by our ignorance To an eagle or to an owl or to a rabbit, man must seem a masterful and yet a forlorn animal he has but two friends In his almost universal unpopularity he points out, with pride, that these two are the dog and the horse He believes, with an innocence peculiar to himself, that they are equally proud of this alleged confraternity He says, Look at my two noble friends they are dumb, but they are loyal I have for years suspected that they are only tolerant There are as many Africas as there are books about Africa and as many books about it as you could read in a leisurely lifetime Whoever writes a new one can afford a certain complacency in the knowledge that his is a new picture agreeing with no one else s, but likely to be haugthily disagreed with by all those who believed in some other Africa Being thus all things to all authors, it follows, I suppose, that Africa must be all things to all readers Africa is mystic it is wild it is a sweltering inferno it is a photographer s paradise, a hunter s Valhalla, an escapist s Utopia It is what you will, and it withstands all interpretations It is the last vestige of a dead world or the cradle of a shiny new one To a lot of people, as to myself, it is just home. 4,25 stars English hardcover I have dyslexia What a lady, what an adventures in Kenya in the 20, 30 s One of my favoutite lady s in history When I was in the libary someone hand me a copy of this book An older man I think you have to read this novel And surely it was. To see ten thousand animals untamed and not branded with the symbols of human commerce is like scaling an unconquered mountain for the first time, or like finding a forest without roads or footpaths, or the blemish of an axe You know then what you had always been told that the world once lived and grew without adding machines and newsprint and brick walled streets and the tyranny of clocks You can be assured that this review will in no way be as well written as Beryl Markham s West with the Night Markham was one hell of a woman, yet her story seems to have been lost to history Born in England, but raised by her father in Africa, she never stepped back from a challenge and relished opportunities to look fear in the eye and have fear blink first She was one of the first African bush pilots, the first racehorse trainer in the continent, and later the first person to fly non stop east to west from England to North America And yet, I d never heard of her until I read Paula McClain s excellent Circling the Sun last year In addition to her many other talents, the woman can write Hemingway famously praised this book by writing to a friendDid you read Beryl Markham s book, West with the Night She has written so well, and marvelously well, that I was completely ashamed of myself as a writer I felt that I was simply a carpenter with words, picking up whatever was furnished on the job and nailing them together and sometimes making an okay pig pen In this memoir, Markham invites us to experience certain episodes of her life note, it s not a chronological or complete memoir by any stretch The writing is so evocative we are there with her in the air gripping the controls as her plane shakes back and forth in stormy turbulence our hearts race with hers as she and her childhood companions move past a lion that has crossed their path and we are jumping up and down in the stands in the final lap of a horse race Markham s writing is meant to be savored Slow reading is a must for this book Skimming will make your mind wander and leave you unsatisfied 4.5 stars This letter from Ernest Hemingway to Maxwell Perkins in 1942 sums up the book better than I ever could Did you read Beryl Markham s book, West with the Night I knew her fairly well in Africa and never would have suspected that she could and would put pen to paper except to write in her flyer s log book As it is, she has written so well, and marvelously well, that I was completely ashamed of myself as a writer I felt that I was simply a carpenter with words, picking up whatever was furnished on the job and nailing them together and sometimes making an okay pig pen But she can write rings around all of us who consider ourselves writers The only parts of it that I know about personally, on account of having been there at the time and heard the other people s stories, are absolutely true I wish you would get it and read it because it is really a bloody wonderful book Ernest HemingwayHemingway almost NEVER sang the praises of other writers, especially not his contemporaries As result, his acclaim for Markham s work can be seen as high praise indeed.I ve read this book twice, and it truly is a wonderful read Her writing is beautiful and seems nearly effortless There is, however, quite a bit of controversy surrounding this book and its authorship Some scholars believe that Markham did not actually write the book, that it was acutally penned by Raoul Schumacher, a scriptwriter and acquaintance of Markham s Either way, the point is moot this truly is a bloody wonderful book One item of note notice the ellipsis in the last sentence of Hemingway s letter I looked it up online to see if anything significant was omitted The answer is YES in this part of the letter, Hemingway describes Markham as being a supreme bitch Popular Ebook, West With The Night Author Beryl Markham This Is Very Good And Becomes The Main Topic To Read, The Readers Are Very Takjup And Always Take Inspiration From The Contents Of The Book West With The Night, Essay By Beryl Markham Is Now On Our Website And You Can Download It By Register What Are You Waiting For Please Read And Make A Refission For You