This is my go-to book when I need something to take me away and make me feel better. The story of the Durrell (pronounced DUR ull) family's years on Corfu is a funny, interesting window on another time, place, and class. The family consists of Gerald Durrell, his three much-older siblings and his widowed mother. The oldest brother is a twenty-something Lawrence Durrell, author of, among other things, the Alexandria Quartet.
When I was young I wanted SO MUCH to be young Gerry. Actually, I wanted to be older Gerry as well, since his animal-collecting books delighted me. Now as an adult I see the stamp of colonialism in much of his writing, but not in this book. He has a few stylistic reflexes that start to pall, such as an abundance of adverbs, but they're outweighed by examples of perfectly chosen imagery that sing.
I understand that (as he said in the forward) Durrell compressed, rearranged and generally manipulated the facts in order to make the book more entertaining, and some have faulted him for not adhering strictly to the truth--I say, he did a great job.