"There are men who love out-of-doors who yet never open
a book; and other men who love books but to whom the great book of nature is a
sealed volume, and the lines written therein blurred and illegible.
Nevertheless among those men whom I have known the love of books and the love
of outdoors, in their highest expressions, have usually gone hand in hand. It
is an affectation for the man who is praising outdoors to sneer at books." - Teddy Roosevelt
We continue further along on our lovely sojourn
into the world of autobiographical reads of diverse hues and shades, from off
various times and climes! Indeed, autobiographical novels have been such a rage and
sensation across time and place for ages! Right from Angelou’s to Baldwin’s, to
Charlotte Bronte’s to Dickens’s, to George Eliot’s to Fitzgerald’s, to Greene’s,
to Hemingway’s, fictionalizing of events by authors, albeit on autofiction
mode, have had their own charm and their sway on the readers.
Samuel
Butler’s autobiographical novel The Way of All Flesh is a case in point! A well-known English writer and a notorious
iconoclast of the first quarters, from the Victorian age, Samuel Butler vehemently
attacked the hypocrisy of the Victorian age, and gave a scathing portrayal of
family life in Victorian England. For this and for other political
considerations, this explosive autobiographical novel, though written as early
as 1873, was published only in 1903. Upon its publication, praise and fame came
to him from all quarters. George Orwell was especially profuse in his praise of
The Way of All Flesh! He called
Butler a courageous and truly independent observer! He added to say that,
‘Butler would say things that other people knew but didn't dare to say. And
finally there was his clear, simple, straightforward way of writing, never
using a long word where a short one will do.’ What’s more! George Bernard Shaw
hailed it as ‘one of the summits of human achievement’! Such is the power, such
the charm of this endearing read for us all!
Sample this, from Butler –
Butler speaks! Please go ahead and listen to him
below –
I will give no more of the details of my hero’s
earlier years. Enough that he struggled through them, and at twelve years old
knew every page of his Latin and Greek Grammars by heart. He had read the
greater part of Virgil, Horace and Livy, and I do not know how many Greek
plays: he was proficient in arithmetic, knew the first four books of Euclid
thoroughly, and had a fair knowledge of French. It was now time he went to
school, and to school he was accordingly to go, under the famous Dr. Skinner of
Roughborough.
The walls were covered with book shelves from floor
to ceiling, and on every shelf the books stood in double rows.
That’s for a sample from Samuel Butler!
And next we come to the Teddy-Bear-fame Teddy
Roosevelt aka Theodore Roosevelt’s autobiography titled, Theodore Roosevelt: An
Autobiography.
Even while he was still a student at the famed
Harvard, Roosevelt felt his flair for writing deep within him, and surrendered
to this delightful call! The result is a whopping 35 wonderful reads from off
his pen! He went on to become the 26th President of the United
States. Apart from being a writer, he also commanded great respect from all his
subjects for his gift of the gab! He was also a naturalist and an explorer of
the Amazon basin.
His Autobiography
published in the year 1913, also contains exciting, thrilling and fascinating
descriptions of his hunting skills, whose beauty lies in the dexterous way in
which he connects them with life-values and life-skills for everyday life.
Just excerpts for y’all, from one of his
shooting adventures, from off his Autobiography, and the life-skills
he imparts to the reader, through them all. Every word and every line of Teddy’s
in his Autobiography, is so amazing and enthralling. Please please go
through these lines to breathe into your very being the essence of good,
descriptive writing. Teddy speaks of his hunting skills, the books that he so
loves to read, the books-birds combo, acquiring fearlessness amongst a range of
absorbing topics! Read on…
Teddy Roosevelt speaks –
Buck fever means a state of intense nervous
excitement which may be entirely divorced from timidity. It may affect a man
the first time he has to speak to a large audience just as it affects him the
first time he sees a buck or goes into battle. What such a man needs is not
courage but nerve control, cool-headedness. This he can get only by actual
practice. He must, by custom and repeated exercise of self- mastery, get his
nerves thoroughly under control. This is largely a matter of habit, in the
sense of repeated effort and repeated exercise of will power. If the man has
the right stuff in him, his will grows stronger and stronger with each exercise
of it--and if he has not the right stuff in him he had better keep clear of
dangerous game hunting, or indeed of any other form of sport or work in which
there is bodily peril.
After he has achieved the ability to exercise
wariness and judgment and the control over his nerves /which will make him
shoot as well at the game as at a target/, he can begin his essays at dangerous
game hunting, and he will then find that it does not demand such abnormal
prowess as the outsider is apt to imagine. A man who can hit a soda- water
bottle at the distance of a few yards can brain a lion or a bear or an elephant
at that distance, and if he cannot brain it when it charges he can at least
bring it to a standstill. All he has to do is to shoot as accurately as he
would at a soda-water bottle; and to do this requires nerve, at least as much
as it does physical address. Having reached this point, the hunter must not
imagine that he is warranted in taking desperate chances. There are degrees in
proficiency; and what is a warrantable and legitimate risk for a man to take
when he has reached a certain grade of efficiency may be a foolish risk for him
to take before he has reached that grade.
A man who has reached the degree of proficiency
indicated above is quite warranted in walking in at a lion at bay, in an open
plain, to, say, within a hundred yards. If the lion has not charged, the man
ought at that distance to knock him over and prevent his charging; and if the
lion is already charging, the man ought at that distance to be able to stop
him. But the amount of prowess which warrants a man in relying on his ability
to perform this feat does not by any means justify him in thinking that, for
instance, he can crawl after a wounded lion into thick cover.
I have known men of indifferent prowess to
perform this latter feat successfully, but at least as often they have been
unsuccessful, and in these cases the result has been unpleasant. The man who
habitually follows wounded lions into thick cover must be a hunter of the
highest skill, or he can count with certainty on an ultimate mauling.
I need hardly say that all the successes I have
ever won have been of the second type. I never won anything without hard labor
and the exercise of my best judgment and careful planning and working long in
advance. Having been a rather sickly and awkward boy, I was as a young man at
first both nervous and distrustful of my own prowess. I had to train myself
painfully and laboriously not merely as regards my body but as regards my soul
and spirit.