So where do I start?
James Herriot, or in truth, James Alfred Wright, is a master storyteller, whose ability to paint scenes and emotions with only his words is truly astounding. How anyone can write so elegantly, and truthfully, is a rare and astonishing thing. His memoirs should truly be cherished, this first book setting an excellent scene for many humorous and poignant works.
However, when asked what i was reading by the many people who always strive for conversation when you are quite content in silence reading your novel, all convinced you surely could not be doing so by sheer delight you have actually found time in an increasingly busy day, but rather through your lack of social skills, and therefor, friends, i was astounded of how unknown these amazing works are. It is an increasingly sore spot for me, to find people who don't know such great work. Not for their ignorance; i too am unaware of the overall plots of many famous works, but rather my own inability to describe something great.
I am not really sure how it happens. My ability to describe works has always been lacking, though only in a spoken sense. Sure, i can write my feelings after a minute or so meditation how to phrase my emotions, but in a conversation, this moment is taken away. I am left, standing there, knowing if i respond too slowly, the asker will label me completely stupid, or an inability to speak, no doubt explaining their previous views of my (!INTENTIONAL!) solitude. So i sort of blab about how good it is, in a vague way because
a) my head is still in the book
and
b) I get a bit ahead of myself.
Example. A teacher asks what i am reading. '1984' i reply, a classic, well known work, and one of George Orwell's greatest pieces. Instead, i vaguely describe of how
'it was his oppinion during the late 40's how he thought England would turn out if it went down the path of communism'.
Nothing on the masterpiece of words, the thought out plot, the detail that Orwell describes extensively, not even mentioning the main characters. Or the ending....
And i have a similar problem with this book. It is so well written, technically memoirs, but reads much more like a story. As we know, the characters are real, but renamed, and all events actually happened, though on some research, the order of which are most likely changed, to create the flow i was talking about.
We begin by looking at James Herriot, a recently qualified vet struggling to make it in pre-WW2 England, where his trade is rather dwindling due to the invention of the tractor, and therefor, the downsizing of the work horse, and lack of household pets during a time when animals truly (and mostly) earned their keep. It is here a magical tale begins, as his life's work unfolds before us.
If you are even slightly interested in animals, stories, people, romance, England, and Vets, this is the book for you. I should mention that you will COMPLETELY fall in love with the settings, and if you do enjoy the books, they made a rather good, and very accurate, series of it. Of course, the books are better, but a noble effort to do justice to a magnificent piece.
Happy Reading!!!
-M