This year is the centenary of Gavin Maxwell, author of Ring of Bright Water. I loved that book, re-read it loads of times. I went walking up the West Highland coast in the interval between my finals and the results in the year following his death, staying for a couple of nights in Glenelg and walking down to Sandaig, the real Camusfeárna. I had had a lift from Skye (on the Kylerhea ferry) with the vet who used to attend Maxwell's animals; the roadmender Big Angus who slew the first otter Mijbil was a fixture in the Glenelg pub.
The sequel, The Rocks Remain, contained a deal of dissimulation; privately gay, he married briefly and disastrously. His memoir Raven, Seek Thy Brother is a selective rag-bag. Successive books have peeled away the layers of Maxwell's complicated life, the first of which was Richard Frere''s Maxwell's Ghost, (1976). He also had a long-term and toxic relationship with the poet Kathleen Raine, who is scarcely mentioned in his books but who played a significant part in his life - not least allowing Mijbil to escape to his death. She laid a dramatic curse on Maxwell, and held herself responsible for his subsequent misfortunes. I've only just got hold of her memoir The Lion's Mouth (1977) about this phase of her life. I haven't read the authorised 1993 biography by Douglas Botting, which "celebrated his genius as a writer, but did little to dispel the growing picture of him as an egotistical snob who betrayed his friends, neglected his pets and left a trail of destruction in his wake." (Marcus Field, in the Independent).
Wildlife writer Richard Mabey, quoted in this centenary piece in the Independent, sums up my own mixed feelings about Maxwell -
Two other books of Maxwell's stand the test of time: A Reed Shaken by the Wind, charting his journey into the land of the Iraqui Marsh Arabs with Wilfred Thesiger [Thesiger's book is called, more prosaically, The Marsh Arabs], and Lords of the Atlas, about the Berber Glaoua dynasty in the High Atlas, including Thami el Glaoui, friend of Winston Churchill.
A fascinating life, one that has undergone re-appraisal in the succeeding generation. He only agreed to the truly dreadful film of Ring of Bright Water with Virginia McKenna and Bill Travers because he was hard up (he was spectacularly profligate when in the money) - a sort of sentimental Born Free with otters, best forgotten.
The sequel, The Rocks Remain, contained a deal of dissimulation; privately gay, he married briefly and disastrously. His memoir Raven, Seek Thy Brother is a selective rag-bag. Successive books have peeled away the layers of Maxwell's complicated life, the first of which was Richard Frere''s Maxwell's Ghost, (1976). He also had a long-term and toxic relationship with the poet Kathleen Raine, who is scarcely mentioned in his books but who played a significant part in his life - not least allowing Mijbil to escape to his death. She laid a dramatic curse on Maxwell, and held herself responsible for his subsequent misfortunes. I've only just got hold of her memoir The Lion's Mouth (1977) about this phase of her life. I haven't read the authorised 1993 biography by Douglas Botting, which "celebrated his genius as a writer, but did little to dispel the growing picture of him as an egotistical snob who betrayed his friends, neglected his pets and left a trail of destruction in his wake." (Marcus Field, in the Independent).
Wildlife writer Richard Mabey, quoted in this centenary piece in the Independent, sums up my own mixed feelings about Maxwell -
I read the books [Ring of Bright Water and its two sequels] when I was quite young and I was captivated; he's a good descriptive writer, and the romantic idea of this immersion in a remote hideaway with his menagerie was compelling to me...
But since then I've got a very different view of him. The fact that he was, by literally all accounts, an extremely unpleasant man, I think is neither here nor there. It's more what I now feel about his writing about animals, and his treatment of animals. I feel that his legacy has really been quite toxic. He seems to me to be part of that period which was all about developing a relationship with wild animals that was appropriative; that the way to understand them was to domesticate them, imprison them, tame them and keep them as pets.
But since then I've got a very different view of him. The fact that he was, by literally all accounts, an extremely unpleasant man, I think is neither here nor there. It's more what I now feel about his writing about animals, and his treatment of animals. I feel that his legacy has really been quite toxic. He seems to me to be part of that period which was all about developing a relationship with wild animals that was appropriative; that the way to understand them was to domesticate them, imprison them, tame them and keep them as pets.
A fascinating life, one that has undergone re-appraisal in the succeeding generation. He only agreed to the truly dreadful film of Ring of Bright Water with Virginia McKenna and Bill Travers because he was hard up (he was spectacularly profligate when in the money) - a sort of sentimental Born Free with otters, best forgotten.
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