Many readers will be familiar with Durrell's "My Family and Other Animals", the autobiography he wrote in 1956 about his idyllic childhood in Corfu. The Corfu Trilogy includes two more books on the same theme "Birds, Beasts and Relatives" (1969) and "The Garden of the Gods" (1978). Presumably there must have been demand for more of the same since these publication dates are so wide apart, and Durrell had published numerous books in the interim, dealing with his animal exploits, all told in a very humorous way.
Given this, I was pleased to find the narrative to be seamless. One book of anecdotes flows naturally on from another - and he could have written more, since there is no real conclusion to "The Garden of the Gods". "My Family and Other Animals" on the other hand starts with a very amusing account of the reasons why the family emigrated, and most of the book takes place against a background of the various villas they moved to. The reasons for the house move are almost unbelievable. It is a mark of the author's skill that the reader is frequently carried along by the narrative, enjoying what seem to be incredible (or at least highly unlikely) episodes. This became his trademark writing style.
These three books are immensely readable because of the way the characters are depicted. All Durrell's family seem remarkably eccentric. His widowed mother with her vagueness, reminiscences of her earlier time in India and enthusiasm for all things culinary, seems perpetually bemused by the odd assortment of interests her children have. Larry was the oldest at 23, (Lawrence Durrell, of course, the literary novelist.) He insisted on inviting all and sundry to their home - poets, artists, musicians, Indian princes ... Anyone whom he had met on his travels and found interesting. He was frequently off on his travels again when they eventually visited. Leslie was nineteen, and only interested in guns and shooting. Durrell's sister Margo was 18. He describes her rather unkindly as being obsessed by her acne, her weight, and various fashion magazines. No doubt these are highly exaggerated versions, as are the wonderful Corfu characters they befriend and are befriended by. But it makes for a rich and hilarious tapestry of day-to-day events, which Durrell describes with great affection - and a keen eye for the ridiculous!
What makes these books unique - or at least the first of their kind - is that Durrell captures this highly coloured portrayal of the characters and places of his childhood, and intersperses it with absorbing accounts of the flora and fauna of Corfu. He clearly was fascinated by Nature from infancy, and his enthusiasm for the subject shines through every moment. Reading this book is an education about the wildlife of Corfu as well as being a vivid description of a young boy's determination to observe, learn, respect and collect everything he could about the natural world. Although he was only 10 years old in these novels, it goes a long way to explain what made Durrell the man he was. He is sadly missed for many reasons.