In 1933, 18 year old Patrick Leigh Fermor decides to leave London and England and set out on foot across Europe from the Hook of Holland to Constantinople, living as a tramp or pilgrim.
Written in 1977, A Time of Gifts tells the first part of his journey from the Hook of Holland to the middle Danube. Starting with his original diaries and notebooks he expounds on the history of Europe, through its artists and music, architecture, languages and dialects and the movement of its tribes and sects.
Able and willing to talk to anybody and sleep wherever he could, it’s his encounters with other people that I enjoyed the most. There are lots of barn floors covered in hay and a blanket for the night, sent on his way with a cheery wave and a thick slice of black bread and butter and drunken evenings in bars and on boats with the locals. Or my favourite, Konrad, who he meets in the Salvation Army hostel in Vienna, when he notices him reading Titus Andronicus and for a while they become as tight as (almost) thieves! But he also has a letter of introduction to a Baron in Munich who then goes on to write letters to his friends across Europe, so that every so often Paddy has a bath and a dressed up night on the town. And we get the wonderful contrast caught in lines like:
‘I was looking for a barn for the night and a cobbler’s shop – to get my boot-nail knocked in. . .At last a voice in a doorway said: “Was wollen Sie?” It was a red-haired Jewish baker and he not only hammered in the nail but put me up for the night as well. “We made a bed of straw and blankets on the stone floor of the dark bakery,” my diary records,”and here I am, writing this by candlelight. . . “Next morning we talked in the sun outside the shop. There was a bench under a tree. My host was from a Carpathian village where quite a number of Jews, including his family, belonged to the Hasidim, a sect which sprang up two centuries ago in the province of Podolia – Russia then, Polish later – the other side of the Carpathians.‘
Or when he arrives at the Schloss of Baron Philipp Schey von Koromla who he finds in his library reading Proust:
‘Sari laid dinner on a folding table in the library. When it was cleared away, we went back to the armchairs and the books with our brandy glasses and, undeterred by a clock striking midnight somewhere in the house, talked until nearly one o’clock’
It’s his interest in everyone that’s so compelling, his willingness to look and learn (while admitting that he’d only just heard of Proust and found him ‘too dense a wood’), coupled with an almost reckless enthusiasm is so inspiring and gives us an often funny and always fascinating window into the lives and countries he visits.
His Journey continues in Between the Woods and the Water, which takes his travels from The Middle Danube to the Iron Gates and I’m very much looking forward to it.
Lovely post, Jane. I’ve had this on my TBR for far too long, and it does sound glorious!!
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I’ve wanted to read it for ages too and it really didn’t disappoint, in fact it was probably more than I was expecting!
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I envy that sort of a trip right now!
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I do too, he’s an inspiring travel guide!
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This sounds wonderful Jane! I’ve just googled the author and what a fascinating life – you’ve definitely encouraged me to pick this up.
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There’s so much to say about him that I haven’t really said anything at all but it’s a wonderful book and I hope you get the chance to read it!
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A lovely piece in a writer I’ve been meaning to read for a while. The quality of his writing really comes through.
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He is just such good company and I do think that comes through in his writing, who wouldn’t want to help him?!
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The title seems deceptive; since from what is described it should be more like Twains’ on the Mississippi as a young boy hitches rails or barge to experience the world…along that river. Okay, I view things differently than the norm.
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ha ha!! He does have a certain Huckleberry Finn charm about him!
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I should have mentioned: On the Road by Jack Kerouac; his ‘vagabond life traipsing across America and those he encountered along the way…this came to mind as well. I don’t do much and most don’t mind me at all because I don’t know any one thing. Thank you.
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This slipped on to my wishlist when a couple of people mentioned it after my disappointment with Laurie Lee, and you’ve made it sound even more tempting! I’m glad to hear he gives his attention to the people he met on his travels – always the most interesting part of a memoir for me.
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It is completely different to Laurie Lee even though they both set out for Europe at the same sort of age and within a year of each other (I think). Fermor is so interested in everything that’s going on around him that it’s more polymath than simply personal. I hope you do read it, I’d be very interested to see what you think, although I’ll stick my neck out and recommend it to you!
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Gorgeous cover, and the author looks so carefree and relaxed in that photo. I don’t think people heading off to see the world now get this type of experience.
I remember as a child having some German or Dutch tourists (can’t remember which, now) sleep in our hayshed. They were touring on bicycles and we thought they were adventurous, but mad.
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That’s it, sleeping in a hayshed – how fantastic, did they have any meals with you? I don’t think anyone would have the same experience now at all, there’s a bit where he has his rucksack stolen with his passport and it’s dealt with in no time and he’s given £5 by the consulate to pay back whenever he can, which is all very friendly and civilised but then going through Germany there’s the beginnings of the Hitler youth marching about, so a lot of extremes. A very good read.
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I can remember them sitting at the kitchen table with Mum and Dad drinking tea or coffee, but not meals. Mum probably would have served them some home-made cake or scones too 🙂
Losing a passport now would be much more problematic!
A fascinating time to have visited Germany although I imagine seeing the Hitler youth marching must have left the author feeling uneasy.
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I love these books and it’s great to see other people enjoying them still. His letters with one of the Mitford Sisters are excellent, too. I can recommend the sequel.
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That element of London and/or Europe in the ’30’s adds a dash of glamour that makes it even more exciting doesn’t it?!
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I finally read this! It was indeed wonderful, although I liked the parts about the people he met more than the digressions on architecture (pictures would have been a big help to me there, I have a hard time visualizing spatially from written descriptions). Looking forward to the next one too.
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I liked the meetings with people best as well, but I found his ability to be interested in everything just astounding!
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You’re the October mini-challenge winnter! Can you send me an email or let me know how to get in touch with you? 🙂
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