| I have to
confess straight away that I am
only a functional reader of hobby
magazines, newspapers and the
like. I very rarely curl up with
a good book, a novel or thriller!
I am still grieving for the first
complete story book that I read
way back in autumn, 1963. Red Pennons
Flying, (Joyce Reason),
was a first year English
literature book, one of three set
for our first eng lit
exam in December, 1963 along with
A Christmas Carol
and The Thirty Nine Steps.
I had like all newts that year to
read all three independently at
home while we were introduced to
Shakespeare in class lessons
through Julius Caesar.
I managed to read
two out of the three, failing
even to open Buchans
thriller! However, fates
conspired to bring an abridged
illustrated version of The
Thirty Nine Steps via
the newspaper boy three days
before the dreaded exam.
Look and Learn, (my
mothers choice of reading
for me after cancelling my weekly
Tiger comic), came to my rescue
enough for me to blag my way
through and get a score of some
62%. I still have my old report
book, you see.
Red Pennons
Flying was a tale of a
young lad press ganged as a cabin
boy onto a ship to France in the
Middle Ages. He finds himself
witnessing the Battle of
Agincourt before returning to his
father's farm some years later.
Not a masterpiece but I really
remember enjoying it.
Later years, brought
me into contact with other
Shakespeare's such as
Midsummer Night's Dream,
Henry V and for
GCE 'O' level, (along with Animal
Farm and World
War One Poetry) Macbeth.
I remember as a fifth former
being taken to the highly
progressive Everyman Theatre to
see Macbeth on a school trip. All
the actors appeared in black
bodysuits and there was no
scenery, very confusing for a
philistine. In later years, I
came to realise that they
produced a blank screen for me to
superimpose my own images of
MacBeth and Banquo et al. I
remember as a twenty year old
going on a date to see
Polanskis MacBeth and
hating it. Perhaps, Polanski
stopped me imposing my vision!
It was as a 22 year
old that I then read my first
paperback from cover to cover by
my own choice and what a choice I
made. Papillion
by Henri Charriere was not only
overlong but made me wish that he
would never finally succeed in
escaping from Devil's Island, but
I was determined to finish one
book and strode on manfully to
the end.
So why have I let
you into my literary desert? I
hanker after reading Red
Pennons Flying
again but nobody else ever seems
to have heard of it in until I
went into a second hand bookshop
in Tintern, who found out its
real title as opposed to my
beleif that it was called Red
Pennants Flying!. Whatever
happened to the book? I know that
all PGS copies must have been
victims of the arson attacks but
please somebody re-unite me with
my first childhood reading
adventure
I am
pleased to report that I have
tracked down a copy of the book
for sale in.....New Zealand!
Should I buy it or will it
disappoint me, is it better kept
as a golden vision of my past?
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