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Travel with Kipling through India, Singapore, Hong Kong, Canton (now Guangzhou), Japan, and Burma
Rudyard Kipling spent many years abroad and his relationship with India is explored in several of his works, both fiction and non-fiction. After leaving school, Kipling was sent to Lahore to work at a local newspaper. He would go on, a few years later, to take up a post at the Pioneer in Allahabad. Kipling said that only a few hours after arriving in India "my English years fell away, nor ever, I think, came back in full strength." While working for the Pioneer Kipling wrote a series of sketches about life in India. In 1889, he became the Pioneer's roving correspondent; traveling to Burma, Singapore, Hong Kong, Canton, and Japan. This collection comprises essays from both his sketches of India and the rest of his travels, showcasing his observations, opinions, and itinerary. Although his writings might feature in some places outdated opinions and points of view, his eye for detail, character, and color, along with his masterful style, give these pieces a timeless feel and shed new light on the writings of a writer with which we thought we were familiar.
110 pages, Kindle Edition
First published January 1, 1887
An Orient nation that can fill a cupboard tidily is a nation to bow down to. Upstairs I went by a staircase of grained wood and lacquer, into rooms of rarest device with circular windows that opened on nothing, and so were filled with bamboo tracery for the delight of the eye. The passage floored with dark wood shone like ice, and I was ashamed. (p. 103)
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Here was colour, form, food, comfort, and beauty enough for half a year's contemplation. I would not be a Burman any more. I would be a Japanese -- always with O-Toyo -- in a cabinet workhouse on a camphor-scented hillside.
'Heigh-ho' said the Professor. 'There are worse places than this to live and die in. D'you know our steamer goes at four? Let's ask for the bill and get way.'
Now I have left my heart with O-Toyo under the pines. Perhaps I shall get it back at Kobe. (p. 105)