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READ KINDLE Â West with the Night á Popular Book, West With The Night By Beryl Markham This Is Very Good And Becomes The Main Topic To Read, The Readers Are Very Takjup And Always Take Inspiration From The Contents Of The Book West With The Night, Essay By Beryl Markham Is Now On Our Website And You Can Download It By Register What Are You Waiting For Please Read And Make A Refission For You 2014 Oh, I am so very tempted to read this one again.Shall I do another book about flying Another book about Kenya So soon sigh I probably will give in to temptation because I loved this book beyond measure when I read it as a teenager and Hannah and Jeannette both confirmed my memory of how good it was.2017 So, I did read it again and, as Ernest Hemingway said, I wish you would get it and read it because it is really a bloody wonderful book For one thing, unlike some of Hemingway s books Sorry, Ernest , Markham s memoir is never dull She lived an extraordinary life, a life only possible at a certain moment in time, an African life Markham s Africa.is mystic it is wild it is a sweltering inferno it is a photographer s paradise, a hunter s Valhalla, an escapist s Utopia It is what you will, and it withstands all interpretations It is the last vestige of a dead world or the cradle of a shiny new one To a lot of people, as to myself it is just home It is all these things but one thing it is never dullI have lifted my plane from the Nairobi airport for perhaps a thousand flights and I have never felt her wheels glide from the earth into the air without knowing the uncertainty and the exhilaration of firstborn adventure.Beryl Markhan was African in a way that Karen Blixen who wrote Out of Africa under the pen name Isak Dinesen was not and Markham s book is the better of the two for that reason alone Markham was born in England but raised from the age of four on a farm in British East Africa at the edge of the Rift Valley She ran wild and hunted as a child with the local tribesmen and her memories of those hunts provide some of the book s most vivid scenes The Equator runs close to the Rongai Valley, and, even at so high an altitude as this we hunted in, the belly of the earth was hot as live ash under our feet Except for an occasional gust of fretful wind that flattened the high, corn like grass, nothing uttered nothing in the valley stirred The chirrup like drone of grasshoppers was dead, birds left the sky unmarked the sun reigned and there were no aspirants to his place We stopped by the red salt lick that cropped out of the ground in the path of our trail I did not remember a time when the salt lick was as deserted as this Always before it had been crowded with grantii, impala, kongoni, eland, water buck, and a dozen kinds of smaller animals But it was empty today It was like a marketplace whose flow and bustle of life you had witnessed ninety nine times, but, on your hundredth visit, was vacant and still without even an urchin to tell you why.I put my hand on Arab Maina s arm What are you thinking, Maina Why is there no game today Be quiet, Lakweit, and do not move I dropped the butt of my spear on the earth and watched the two Murani stand still as trees, their nostrils distended, their ears alert to all things Arab Kosky s hand was tight on his spear like the claw of an eagle clasping a branch It is an odd sign, murmured Arab Maina, when the salt lick is without company I had forgotten Buller, but the dog had not forgotten us He had not forgotten that, with all the knowledge of the two Murani, he still knew better about such things He thrust his body roughly between Arab Maina and myself, holding his black wet nose close to the ground And the hairs along his spine stiffened His hackles rose and he trembled We might have spoken, but we didn t In his way Buller was eloquent Without a sound, he said, as clearly as it could be said Lion Race is part of the story and the colonial experience, but unlike Blixen, Markham s intimacy with tribal hunters and Somali and Arab servants means that nothing in their ways seems strange to her When the reality of colonialism intrudes she feels the growing gap with a poignant sense of loss What a child does not know and does not want to know of race and colour and class, he learns soon enough as he grows to see each man flipped inexorably into some predestined groove like a penny or a sovereign in a banker s rack Kibii, the Nandi boy, was my good friend Arab Ruta the same boy grown to manhood , who sits before me, is my good friend, but the handclasp will be shorter, the smile will not be so eager on his lips, and though the path is for a while the same, he will walk behind me now, when once, in the simplicity of our nonage, we walked together British East Africa was a place where eccentrics gathered Markham knew most of the colony s colorful and often crazy luminaries and they come to life here in a way that they do not in Blixen s book Sorry, I know I m making a lot of comparisons here but I read both back to back and West with the Night is so much better I simply have to Markham was friends with Karen Blixen and her husband This is Karen at the time she was living on the famous farm in the Ngong hills Markham doesn t write much about Karen Blixen and perhaps she had an affair with the Baron Markham seems to have had than a few affairs and married three times, but if you are looking for dishy gossip there is none in either West with the Night or Out of Africa On Baron von Blixen Six feet of amiable Swede and, to my knowledge, the toughest, most durable White Hunter ever to snicker at the fanfare of safari or to shoot a charging buffalo between the eyes while debating whether his sundown drink will be gin or whisky Pilot and big game hunter Denys Finch Hatton was another of her intimates, and he and RAF veteran and bush pilot Tom Campbell Black encouraged Markham in her new career running an air taxi service in the uncharted African back country This is Hatton with his beloved biplane But before there were airplanes in Markham s life, there were horses Beryl, like her father, raised and trained race horses.One of those horses has as vivid a personality as any of the humans and the story of this brave little mare running her heart out is perhaps the most exciting and touching description a horse race ever written If you love horses, flying adventures, Africa or just beautifully crafted prose don t miss this bloody wonderful book. Being alone in an aeroplane for even a short a time as a night and a day, irrevocably alone, with nothing to observe but your instruments and your own hands in semi darkness, nothing to contemplate but the size of your small courage, nothing to wonder about but the beliefs, the faces, and the hopes rooted in your mind such an experience can be as startling as the first awareness of a stranger walking by your side at night You are the stranger Beryl Markham was the first woman to fly solo over the Atlantic, going East to West She made it to the coast of Nova Scotia by the skin of her teeth Ice had clogged the air intake to her last fuel tank, greatly reducing the amount of fuel getting to the carburetor The Vega Gull s engine kept dying She kept nursing it back to life until finally the coast appears She crash landed without killing herself and put herself in the record books She grew up in Kenya and always wanted to do what the boys were doing She had a native boy who was a close friend This association allowed her to learn the ways of the tribe She has to be one of the few white girls from that period of time or any period of time who was allowed to go on hunts with the menSo there are many Africas There are as many Africas as there are books about Africa and as many books about it as you could read in a leisurely lifetime Whoever writes a new one can afford a certain complacency in the knowledge that his is a new picture agreeing with no one else s, but likely to be haughtily disagreed with by all those who believe in some other Africa There are a lot of factors in how people experience a place As travellers, it might rain the whole time you are somewhere, or you might have one rude experience with a waiter Paris and I should have knocked the bastard on his doughy fat ass , or you might be experiencing the final days of a doomed love affair On the other hand, the weather might be sunny and breezy, or you might have an amazing hour with a knowledgeable art curator, or you might find new love All of those factors can certainly color our perceptions of a place When you live anywhere for an extended period of time, like Beryl did in Kenya, you have a better chance of experiencing a true Kenya.But then there is a difference growing up an English privileged rose who has horses and all that her heart desires compared to say a young black Kenyan woman who might have a completely different experience growing up in Africa Beryl made one generalization about a local tribe that smacked of the imperial colonial view of a local populationBut physically the Kikuyu are the least impressive of all It may be because they are primarily agriculturists and generations of looking to the earth for the livelihood have dulled what fire there might once have been in their eyes and what will to excel might have been in their hearts They have lost inspiration for beauty They are a hardworking people from the viewpoint of Empire, a docile and therefore a useful people Their character is constant, even strong, but it is lustreless I have a friend who happens to be a Kenyan from the Kikuyu tribe I shared this quote with her, and she had a few opinions about the descriptionThe wench that was my favorite yet another ignorant white privileged bourgeois colonial story which paints a pretty picture of the land but knows next to jack shit about the locals Only what they saw in passing I would gladly tell the dead colonial to stick to horses and planes But really We lost our spark because of the earth We killed for that land We shed blood and tears for it Most of it white And we continue to struggle for it To buy our own to raise our children on And what did she mean lost our spark We don t have diamond eyes Or wear contacts Or have eyes that shine like the ocean blue eyes of a Victorian damsel who wouldn t know dust if it drowned them See And my thoughts are a lot less politeMwanamali Mari Yes, I know I m a pot stirrer I probably missed my calling as a journalist Of course, all of us know that, when we make a generalized statement about a culture or a people, we leave ourselves susceptible to criticism The point is during this period of time, in the pre world war two era especially, books are rife with irritatingly simplistic, condescending statements about native population This was the only one I caught Mwanamali, reading this book, might catch even than the one that I did, but in her defense, Beryl did love many native Kenyans that she met and worked with over the decades of her life Her father experienced some financial difficulties due to a lack of rainsomething, being the son of a farmer, that I m very familiar with Beryl, as a teenager, became a horse trainer and did well It was a boy s club, of course, so it took longer than it should for her to get the business she deserved, but then Beryl was not unfamiliar with being at a disadvantage from the moment she came out of the womba girl There was this great moment in the book where a filly called Wise Child, that Beryl had resurrected from the dead, races against the top stallion in the racing world at the time She did such a great job setting the scene and then describing the race that I felt like I was as invested in the outcome of that race as Beryl I had tears in my eyes.Markham is a lyrical writer whether she is describing horses, planes, landscape or even the process of writing Silence is never so impenetrable as when the whisper of steel on paper strives to pierce it I sit in a labyrinth of solitude jabbing at its bulwarks with the point of a pen jabbing, jabbing I did have a moment of real doubt when Beryl took a job flying big game hunters into the wilds of Kenya to shoot elephants The money was really good, but there is something soulless about shooting elephants She even said, It is absurd for a man to kill an elephant It is not brutal, it is not heroic, and certainly it is not easy it is just one of the preposterous things that men do You may not pull the trigger, but if you are helping these hunters find their prey via an airplane, you are as responsible for the death of the elephant as the men who fire the bullet She had some wonderful, inspiring descriptions of how smart the elephants were and how many times they would fool the hunters Those stories confirmed me in my belief that elephants are intelligent sacred animals and should be left in peace So why do some people feel so driven to hunt these beautiful animals or put themselves in other death defying situations One of the Kenyan guides remarked to Markham White men pay for danger we poor cannot afford it It kind of makes it all sound fake Men trying to prove themselves in manufactured situations I did have some issues with Beryl, but I also found her to be a groundbreaker and certainly a woman whom other women can look up to She took on men toe to toe and proved she could compete with them whether it be on the horse track, in the air, or in the bedroom She was friends with Karen Blixen, better known by her pen name of Isak Dinesen She was such good friends with her that she even shared a man with her by the name of Denys Finch Hatton, an adventurer and hunter The interesting thing about this book is that her love life has been carefully kept off screen Markham was notorious for her marriages and her affairs She was attractive to men, and she was attracted to men Her love life fits with the way she lived her whole life as free as any man and so than most Straight on till morning No map I have flown by has ever been lost or thrown away I have a trunk containing continents The world was hers If you wish to see of my most recent book and movie reviews, visit also have a Facebook blogger page at This letter from Ernest Hemingway to Maxwell Perkins in 1942 sums up the book better than I ever could Did you read Beryl Markham s book, West with the Night I knew her fairly well in Africa and never would have suspected that she could and would put pen to paper except to write in her flyer s log book As it is, she has written so well, and marvelously well, that I was completely ashamed of myself as a writer I felt that I was simply a carpenter with words, picking up whatever was furnished on the job and nailing them together and sometimes making an okay pig pen But she can write rings around all of us who consider ourselves writers The only parts of it that I know about personally, on account of having been there at the time and heard the other people s stories, are absolutely true I wish you would get it and read it because it is really a bloody wonderful book Ernest HemingwayHemingway almost NEVER sang the praises of other writers, especially not his contemporaries As result, his acclaim for Markham s work can be seen as high praise indeed.I ve read this book twice, and it truly is a wonderful read Her writing is beautiful and seems nearly effortless There is, however, quite a bit of controversy surrounding this book and its authorship Some scholars believe that Markham did not actually write the book, that it was acutally penned by Raoul Schumacher, a scriptwriter and acquaintance of Markham s Either way, the point is moot this truly is a bloody wonderful book One item of note notice the ellipsis in the last sentence of Hemingway s letter I looked it up online to see if anything significant was omitted The answer is YES in this part of the letter, Hemingway describes Markham as being a supreme bitch I do not read many autobiographies but when I do I seem to hit the jackpot West with the Night is the memoir of amazing Beryl Markham In case you did not know I didn t , she was the first solo female to fly the Atlantic from East to West Beryl was an English woman who grew up in Kenya together with his father on a farm She was raised among Masai warriors, learned to hunt with a spear and to understand animals Her first major passion were horses not flying At 18 she was the first woman horse trainer in Africa As you can see , she had an extraordinary, exciting life, one we cannot even comprehend but we can learn so much from reading about Africa for her was home and her love for the continent is obvious from the poetic praise and the emotion she manages to transmit whenever she writes about the subject Africa is mystic it is wild it is a sweltering inferno it is a photographer s paradise, a hunter s Valhalla, an escapist s Utopia It is what you will, and it withstands all interpretations It is the last vestige of a dead world or the cradle of a shiny new one To a lot of people, as to myself, it is just home It is all these things but one thing it is never dull.Beryl was a person who did not like to hold still, she felt the need to change and to find new provocations She starts flying with the help of a friend and, after she buys a plane, she uses her new hobby as a mean for living, giving up on horses At some point Africa becomes too small for her and decides that it was time for her to go back to her place of birth, England Africa is never the same to anyone who leaves it and returns again It is not a land of change, but it is a land of moods and its moods are numberless It is not fickle, but because it has mothered not only men, but races, and cradled not only cities, but civilizations and seen them die, and seen new ones born again Africa can be dispassionate, indifferent, warm, or cynical, replete with the weariness of too much wisdomI was enticed by her adventures but also by her extraordinary writing skills Some chapters really warmed me inside with the poetry, sage and beautiful insights The chapters written from a horse point of view will always remain in my memory I highly recommend this book to anyone, it is literature and autobiography in the same time, a story of Africa and a story of the beauty and loneliness of flying.