“If I could give a child a gift, I’d give him my childhood.” – Gerald Durrell
Every now and again, and I am not sure why, the story of the Durrell family living in 1930s Corfu gets remade into a television series. There is a new one right now on the BBC in the UK.
I had visited Corfu almost thirty-five years ago but although on that occasion I toured the island from north to south and from east to west I came as a holidaymaker rather than a traveller and I saw everything but didn’t see anything.
This third visit to Kalami continued to nudge my memory and from what I can remember it hasn’t really changed a great deal at all – the Venetian elegance of Corfu town, the lush green vegetation of the interior, the twisting roads, the soaring mountains, the views that so enchanted Edward Lear and Henry Miller, the limestone ribbed bays where we spent our lazy days were all very much as I remembered them now and suddenly it didn’t really matter that I hadn’t paid attention to these details all those years ago because now my head and my camera were full to overflowing with all these unchanged images.
In my opening Corfu post I mentioned that I had prepared for the visit by reading Gerald Durrell’s ‘My Family and Other Animals’ which forms a sort of Corfiot trilogy alongside brother Laurence’s ‘Prospero’s Cell’ and Henry Miller’s ‘The Colossus of Marousi’ all written about many of the same places, and often the same people, but from quite different perspectives.
Previously I had stayed south of Corfu town in the resort of Perama where it turns out that Gerald Durrell lived with most of his family (his mother, brother and sister). I say most of his family because although his book, ‘My Family and Other Animals’ (and the TV series) would have the reader believe that he lived there with all his family it turns out that he didn’t live with older brother Lawrence at all.
Lawrence and his wife Nancy lived some distance away in Kalami in the White House and curiously Gerald doesn’t even mention her once in any of his Corfu books possibly because they were written twenty years after the event and Lawrence and Nancy were long since separated and divorced.
The White House claims an association with younger brother Gerald but it seems he never lived there at all. In fact it is entirely possible that he never even visited the place because Perama is over forty kilometres away and eighty years ago there were no asphalt roads or cars or even public transport that would have made an afternoon visit comfortably possible.
Gerald it seems was prone to extreme exaggeration and although his books are entertaining they miss the truth by a mile. Actually I tired of them. I enjoyed the first but the second was written when Gerald was in his fifties and had clearly lost touch with his childhood and with reality and I gave it up half way through. He said himself that he didn’t enjoy writing them and only did so to make money to finance his naturalist expeditions and this I am afraid is blindingly obvious.
Gerald never mentions either that is mother Louisa was hopelessly addicted to the gin bottle.
I much preferred the work of Lawrence with his sublime descriptions of life in Corfu (and equally curiously he doesn’t ever mention the other members of his family who lived here at the same time), a diary of vivid memories that for me at least bring the place to life. How wonderful it must have been to live in this place all that time ago and experience a life of bohemian indulgence.
Sadly the truth turns out to be that Lawrence was a misogynist, a bully and an abuser and the idyllic life he describes may only have been spasmodic or one sided. Henry Miller refers at one point to ‘black eyes for breakfast’. I find it a shame that a man who could write such elegant prose should also have such a darker, unpleasant side.
As for Henry Miller – I found the ‘Colossus of Maroussi’ rather self-indulgent and heavy going but whilst I have abandoned Gerald Durrell I will return to Miller.
I have one last comparison to make. For ten years I have been in the habit of visiting the Cyclades Islands, specks of volcanic rock in the space between mainland Greece and Turkey and have gleefully declared them my favourites but now that I have been reunited with the Ionian Islands I have to reassess this opinion. In ‘Prospero’s Cell’ Lawrence Durrell describes the sighting of a Cretan boat in the bay of Kalami and this seems to me to sum up perfectly the difference:
“The whole Aegean was written in her lines…. She had strayed out of the world of dazzling white windmills and grey, uncultured rock; out of the bareness and dazzle of the Aegean into our seventeenth-century Venetian richness. She had strayed from the world of Platonic forms into the world of decoration.”
No words of mine could improve on that wonderful comparison of the harsh, barren Cyclades and the soft, abundant Ionian. So which do I prefer – impossible now to say, perhaps it may even be neither but the Dodecanese instead which is where I am bound for next.
I must return to Miller… and look up Prospero’s Cell. Like you, I tired of G Durrell pretty quickly.
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Prospero’s Cell is worth a read, especially if you have been to Corfu.
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Haven’t yet been to Corfu!
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I recommend it!
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Well, it is on my list, Andrew!
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How odd, I was just looking up The Durrells on the ‘net’ when a notification of this post dropped into my emails – psychic or what?
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I reposted this after watching the TV series last night. The story of the Durrell’s and especially Laurence is so much more interesting than that in Gerald’s book!
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I read them years ago, but can’t really remember the contents, the new TV series is quite entertaining and I’m not one to normally watch that sort of thing.
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I read Durrell’s widow in the paper at the weekend saying he left out Laurence’s wife and had Laurence move in with the family for his books to make it a more coherent story – artistic licence is how she described it. The TV does seem to be well done and encourages me to go back to Corfu after a 25 year absence; I imagine the Corfu tourist board are hoping for the same in the same way Captain Corelli impacted Kefalonia
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If you are tempted to return then go to Kalami where Laurence and Nancy lived. Thank you for the contribution.
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When do you set off Andrew? I shall look forward to your adventures there. Car rental in the works?
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This is a recycled post Sue so I am not going to Corfu soon but I do set off for Spain next week and hoping to get some new car rental blogging material along the way!
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Ok that makes sense. I was beginning to think you had quite the travel itinerary going!
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We are flying to Malaga and staying in Ronda, Antequera and Romilla near Granada. Small hotels. Looking forward to it.
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What? No mention of Mary Stewart’s ‘This Rough Magic’ in your Corfu literary list?
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A serious oversight!
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This looks like an idyllic sort of place. I really like the smaller less visited locations. We’re headed out for a jaunt in the SW to visit some of the old Pueblo sites in the southwest. (Arizona and New Mexico) I’ll likely be going missing since we may be out of range of internet for a couple of weeks.
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I look forward to your return!
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Thanks for reminding me, Andrew. Gerald Durrell’s The Overloaded Ark and The Bafut Beagles were the first ‘adult’ books I ever read, crazy as I then was about animals.
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We had to read My Family at school, think I enjoyed it from what I remember. We visited Corfu two years ago and stayed at Kaiser’s Bridge. Beautiful island, particularly enjoyed the walk to Sissy’s Palace…
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Is that in Benitses? That once had a terrible reputation for unruly Brits. I remember the nearby casino, the Achiellon Palace which was used in one of the Bond movies – ‘For Your Eyes Only’ – A Roger Moore classic!
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It is close to Benitses but luckily far enough away too!
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Crap programme but lovely island. Would like to stay at that White House one day.
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I agree and would go back there tomorrow!
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I think it was the Durrells who were in the Daily Mail recently, and they certainly didn’t seem to have a very normal life, to put it mildly. Corfu looks a very beautiful place though.
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Corfu is wonderful. I am sure they had an exciting life there and I envy that. The book and the TV programme are both rubbish!
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Lead on! The Dodecanese are good enough for me 🙂
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What a coincidence – Two hours ago I finishedreading “Fillets of Plaice”. In this Geral really give Larry a serve.
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Coincidence indeed. An interesting family it has to be said!
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I’ve enjoyed revisiting Corfu, thank you!
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Thanks for coming along Sheree.
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