The Trilogy Revisited

“There’s no denying My Family and Other Animals captures the magical nature of childhood.” Moonshake Book review

magical childhood

While it plays well on paper, a family member shooting a pet dog even by accident is somehow less funny [and seems less realistic] when conveyed on television. The death of Achilles, Gerry’s first pet – a tortoise that fell down a well – is also sketched in comic terms.

gerry and turtles

Once again what plays well on paper:  Margo’s suggestion of forcing strawberries down [Achilles’] throat (to give him, as she explained, something to live for) somehow plays less well when actually dramatized. In the context of Gerry becoming a world famous naturalist in real life, this appropriation of doomed or damaged pets for reasons of comic relief seems disingenuous rather than charmingly eccentric.

Leslie’s love for guns within the context of a budding naturalist also irks, not just because killing animals is the antithesis of conservation, but because it somehow feels embellished.

Leslie unpacked his revolvers and startled us all with an apparently endless series of explosions while he fired at an old tin can from his bedroom window.

Larry endorsed My Family as “a very wicked, very funny, and I’m afraid rather truthful book…”

I’m afraid he may have been right on the first two counts, but not the last. As much as seaside mansionthere is an impression of not having any money, the Durrells nevertheless employ a chauffeur and a chef. Whatever the deprivations of their accommodations, they lived in a sumptuous seaside mansion. So what’s going on here?

It may seem silly, sixty years after the book was published, a book that was prescribed reading when I was in high school, this serious effort to deconstruct the narrative psychology behind The Durrells. But there is a method behind this silliness. It is to contrast the idyll that is the Corfu Trilogy with the true story of the Durrell clan.

Some may think that silly too, until we begin to fully contextualise the brokenness that gave rise to these happy tales, and then bend this process of compulsive fictionalising and reinvention back onto society and ourselves.  The full extent of the contrivance is less entertaining than it is tragic.

It’s then that we can seriously ask – and seriously answer the original question.

Do fairy tales do any harm?

The point of this process is less to point fingers than to simply understand how the process works, and perhaps remind ourselves how ubiquitous a seditious psychology is, not only in popular entertainment, but in our own compulsive consumption of it.

We find not only is it all too common, it is a profoundly damaging psychology with severe, sometimes unfathomably severe consequences. I will illustrate how severe by digging into an archive of similar writers, as well as my own diary.

When the temptation arises [as it will] to become dismissive of an investigation into the impact of fairy tale commerce on the psychology of children, it may be useful to invoke a true crime analogy.

Time and again criminals appear in court, called to account for the most egregious of accusations. In the case of Oscar Pistorius, we have a celebrity alone at home with his girlfriend. Shortly after 3am on Valentine’s Day he shot his girlfriend Reeva Steenkamp to death, four shots through a locked bathroom door.

In court, instead of an account for why he murdered his girlfriend, we get a fairy tale involving a burglar. The fairy tale is defended by his legal counsel and preposterous as it sounds, believed, ultimately, by the presiding judge.  It demonstrates that we live in a world where many cannot tell the difference between fact and fiction even in a courtroom.

Before the nightmare, Oscar supposedly was living a fairy tale life, but that isn’t true either. The able-bodied narrative turned out to be a fairy tale too.

We make the mistake, just because a crime hasn’t been explicitly committed, to be dismissive of fairy tales, and to dismiss the tellers and the tales.

So, coming back to The Durrells, even if there are a few inconsistencies in a television series, it’s not as though a crime has been committed, right?

… doesn’t matter a jot…

Well actually, a great deal of harm does come from compulsive escapism.  Like the compulsive eccentricity of a jogger, we might look on from the side-lines and clap, assuming that exercise, even manic exercise, is mostly harmless.

One feature that seems to define the Durrell canon is its eccentricity. Some things simply don’t add up, don’t make sense, but it’s just part of its charming eccentricity, right?

The book is simply one hell of an uplifting and beautiful read from a gifted writer.

Of course, it is much much more than that.

THE OTHER DURRELLS is available on Amazon


Corfu Before and After the Durrells

“Michael Haag is not keen on dishing dirt. He likes the Durrells; one senses that their descendants trust him.” The Spectator, April 2017

corfu house

The Corfu the Durrells knew still exists today, in parts.  Not in the over-developed north, north of Corfu Town, where resorts pepper the landscape.  The island is of sufficient size further south that it completely tosses aside the urban fabric. Woody mountains climb into sun-drenched skies, and spear-shaped Cypress-trees are an urgent reminder that history here goes way back, beyond the Durrells, beyond two World Wars, so far in fact that Corfu makes an appearance in the ancient scripts of Homer.

In other words, this is hallowed ground; this is the fabric of legend.

The almost unbearably cobalt-blue water and shimmering, whispering olive groves seem to confirm its mythic roots. Ancient temple ruins peek out, occasionally, of a stirring copse.


But rather than cycle through Homer’s Odyssey, or the historic highlights since the 8th century, or go directly to the Corfu the Durrells knew, let’s step out of our time machine and into the year 1889.

  1. It was the year Empress Elizabeth of Austria built her summer palace on the

Empress Elisabeth’s retreat – named Achilleion – seemed a romantic luxury, but as with so many things, even as they portend to the wealthy, and to royals, things are not always what they seem.

1889 was the same year Elisabeth’s son Rudolf was found dead with his lover, Baroness Mary Vetsera. It was thought to be a murder-suicide, though exactly how or why didn’t become clear until 2016, when Baroness Mary’s letters were discovered.  They stated unambiguously that she wished to commit suicide, out of love for Rudolf, and he returned the – well, not exactly “favour” or “compliment” but you know what I mean…

It was this tragedy that enveloped the Empress when she came to Corfu, and understandably, she never got over it. Elisabeth herself was a fascinating, and apparently beautiful woman.  She was obsessed with beauty, but also vulnerable because of the tragedy she’d suffered.

pillarsThe Empress had visualised a Phaecian palace for herself, in the place of a Corfiote philosopher’s mansion. The entire grounds burst with depictions of the Trojan War made by German sculptors in Germany, especially of Achilles.  Everywhere, seemingly, Achilles wrestles to free himself from Paris’ arrow, which has lodged into Achilles’ heel [with critical consequences].   Achilles face is a mask of pain as he gazes into the sky, hoping for a reprieve from the Gods.  A reprieve that never comes.

The neoclassical Greek statues and retrofitted architectural design contribute, ultimately, to a psychological monument; there is an acknowledgement of platonic romanticism but something simpler and subtler as well: escapism.

Elisabeth wrote at that time that she wanted “a palace with pillared colonnades and hanging gardens, protected from prying glances –  a palace worthy of Achilles, who despised all mortals and did not fear even the gods.”

To her credit, despite these excesses, the god – forming the centrepiece of her garden – is depicted without rank or hubris.  It is simply man as a tragic hero, dressed in a loin cloth and an ancient Greek helmet.

Though she visited Corfu often, the Empress also visited other countries not commonly visited by European royals during that period: Malta, Morocco, Turkey, Algeria, and Egypt. There was a method behind Elisabeth’s endless travelling, of course.  They were another means to escape the miserable aspects of her life. But unluckily for her, when she was closer to home she was assassinated at the age of 60 while walking along the shore of Lake Geneva, in Switzerland.

At 13:25 on Saturday 10 September 1898, Elisabeth and a Hungarian Countess [her lady-in-waiting] walked along a promenade when a 25-year-old Italian anarchist approached them. Luigi Lucheni seemed to be trying to look under the Empress’s parasol. As a ship’s bell sounded, Luigi seemed to stumble.  He threw out his hand, feigning an attempt to regain his balance, but in fact, was covering up a quick insertion of a sharpened 4 inch long steel spoke into an area on her chest above her left breast.

Six sailors rushed to her aid, and she was swiftly carried on and off a boat and back to her hotel room.  By then a tiny wound was discovered, and a few drops of blood.  By the time she was hoisted out of a stretcher she, like Achilles, had failed to survive a critical and strategic strike.

German Kaiser Wilhelm II took over the Achilleion, and changed the tone of some of the works to something …less subtle. At the great staircase in the main hall a giant painting heralds a triumphant Achilles


This Achilles is clearly identifiable by a military dress code.  Besides the regalia, Achilles rides aloft on his chariot, pulling the corpse of Hector of Troy behind him while a stunned crowd looks on from inside the Trojan citadel.

One of the Trojan’s watching this spectacle, of course, was Paris, Hector’s brother.

After buying the property the Kaiser invited a sculptor to advise him on situating the new works.  On one of the sculptures the hubris was evident*:

To the Greatest Greek from the Greatest German

That inscription was removed after World War II [and presumably so was Kaiser Wilhelm II] but it was there when the Durrells arrived.

*Kaiser Wilhelm purchased the Achilleion about ten years after the Empress’ death. The Kaiser appointed a botanical architect of the Palace, and ordered a bridge to be constructed [the “Kaiser’s bridge”] to afford him easy access to the beach without using the road. The bridge, arching over the road, connected the lower gardens of Achilleion to the beach. The central section was obliterated by the Wehrmacht in 1944 to make way for a giant cannon. This happened three years after the Kaiser’s death [he died in the Netherlands]. The monument has echoes of Ozymandias in it, in terms of its impressions of imperial vanity.

THE OTHER DURRELLS is available on Amazon



Free O.J.?

Karma. Arrogance. Stupidity. Whatever reason O.J. landed back in jail in 2007, come tomorrow, he may once again get a clean slate.  Sort of.

We all know Juice doesn’t exactly play by the rules. If paroled, what would life look like for him?  For starters, the state of Nevada would require O.J. to be accountable to a parole officer, forfeit booze and drugs, and he’d have to avoid being chummy with other criminals.  What are the odds O.J. would stay out of trouble?

“I was celebrating a wedding; I had been drinking all day. I was drunk”

OJ and girlfriend

Before Nick and I give our take on what we think will happen, what we think should happen, and what he deserves, let’s take a quick look at a few details.

On October 3, 2008, a jury found O.J. guilty on all of the following charges:

  • Count 1: Conspiracy to commit a crime
  • Count 2: Conspiracy to commit kidnapping
  • Count 3: Conspiracy to commit robbery
  • Count 4: Burglary while in possession of a deadly weapon
  • Count 5: 1st degree kidnapping with use of a deadly weapon (for Bruce Fromong)
  • Count 6: 1st degree kidnapping with use of a deadly weapon (for Alfred Beardsley)
  • Count 7: Robbery with use of a deadly weapon (for Bruce Fromong)
  • Count 8: Robbery with use of a deadly weapon (for Alfred Beardsley)
  • Count 9: Assault with a deadly weapon (for Bruce Fromong)
  • Count 10: Assault with a deadly weapon (for Alfred Beardsley)
  • Count 11: Coercion with a deadly weapon (for Bruce Fromong as an alternative to count 5)
  • Count 12: Coercion with a deadly weapon (for Alfred Beardsley as an alternative to count 6)

The most serious of these charges were counts 5 & 6, which carried a fixed term of 15 years.  The deadly weapon used in the commission of the crime added 6 years, and for the assault charges, O.J. got another 12.  That makes up the 33 year sentence given by Judge Jackie Glass – and bittersweet justice for the Goldmans at last.

Fred and Kim

There are a few key factors, I think, that come into play for tomorrow’s hearing:  1. What happened with O.J.’s 2013 parole hearing, and 2. The point system that’s used to determine eligibility – the Nevada Parole Risk Assessment form

Here’s our take on what to expect…

And now that we’ve tackled all the legal and practical realities, let’s sit back and appreciate what Stephen A. Smith has to say….

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America’s Obsession with Escapism

“Part of the beauty of me is that I’m very rich…It’s a huge advantage” — Donald Trump

Every day, it’s a constant barrage of Trump – on TV, on the radio, in the newspapers and magazines, all over social media.  So much of the hype is sparked and fueled directly by Trump himself.

It’s impossible to walk into a store, a restaurant or work and not hear the name.   Most days, I want to run as fast as I can in the other direction.

Some people are running to Trump to escape whatever anxiety they have over the state of America.  Others, like me, want to escape from the constant lies, the narcissism and chaos.  Which side is right? Does America even know what reality is anymore?

Hear our discussion…


RESTLESS ANXIETY:  America’s Misguided Attempt to Escape Distress in the Trump Era is available on Amazon