As I Walked Out One Midsummer Morning

As I Walked Out One Midsummer Morning

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By (author) Laurie Lee, Illustrated by Leonard Rosoman

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  • Publisher: Penguin Books Ltd
  • Format: Paperback | 192 pages
  • Dimensions: 128mm x 196mm x 14mm | 118g
  • Publication date: 11 January 1990
  • Publication City/Country: London
  • ISBN 10: 0140033181
  • ISBN 13: 9780140033182
  • Illustrations note: illustrations, map
  • Sales rank: 39,600

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It was 1934 and a young man walked to London from the security of the Cotswolds to make his fortune. He was to live by playing the violin and by labouring on a London building site. Then, knowing one Spanish phrase, he decided to see Spain. For a year he tramped through a country in which the signs of impending civil war were clearly visible. Thirty years later Laurie Lee captured the atmosphere of the Spain he saw with all the freshness and beauty of a young man's vision, creating a lyrical and lucid picture of the beautiful and violent country that was to involve him inextricably.

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In A Rose for Winter (1957) Mr. Lee brought his wife minstrelling in Spain, but this is the tale of his first, solo, passionate knowledge of the country in 1935-6. On a "fine bright morning in June," young Mr. Lee set off from rural Gloustershire with violin, exhilarated but also a bit abashed by his freedom. After tramping, laboring and loitering through parts of England, Spain seemed as good an answer as any to the question: "So where should I go?" His second morning in Vigo, Spain, was an affirmation: "...to look out on a world for which I had no words, to start at the beginning, speechless and without plan." Lee begins his year's pilgrimage from north to south, living rigorously (sometimes walking twenty miles a day) and content to play for his suppers. He served as a divertissement for clusters of spare and mainly primitive people in cities and villages - a complement to "great gold plains, the arid and mystical distances." Travelling with a timeless receptivity to stark beauty and muted pain, Lee reaches the end of his journey during the beginnings of civil upheaval. At the last he is picked up by a British ship, as a farewell chorus of villagers sees him off. The time is now for reader as well as author. A splendid journey, lush and lovely, and not since Keats' St. Agnes Eve buffet have the pleasures of the senses received so eloquent a transubstantiation. (Kirkus Reviews)