| 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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