Status Updates From My Pride and Joy: An Autobi...

I would be less disappointed and more fascinated to know why the lions totally ignored the tiger urine.

Almost never getting the end of the story is one of the constantly frustrating things about reading stories of wild animals; a frustration I only accept as inevitable in this context, and in no other form of storytelling. In any other story, it's not over until it's over.

I kinda forget about Wilfred Thesiger a lot. He was kind of a big deal in Kenya at the time, but he was in no way I can discern an actual expert on wildlife. If he was knowledgeable of anything, it was Arabs. Not really sure why his opinion on lions carried as much weight as it did.

I realize George was doubtless a completely impossible man, but Joy was equally if not more so an impossible woman; though it is perhaps fitting that they had a relationship like a couple of fighting lions.

George and Joy had just such a bizarre marriage. It's also kinda hard not to look at Joy as being kind of a bitch, all things considered.

I forgot the "white" rhino was actually the "weit" rhino, weit meaning wide, which is the kind of mouth it has, as opposed to the black rhino, which as far as I know is called that simply because the weit rhino was misunderstood to be the white rhino. We now theoretically call them square and hook lipped rhinos.

A briefer account of The Ghost and the Darkness (whose "titles" he omits) was never written.

Normally, the wonders of living in nature and a general hatred for the works of man is childish and irritating, but Adamson lived the former, and his wife was murdered by the latter (something that would happen to George himself just three years after this book was published), so I think he has earned the right to have this particular view, and express it most boldly.