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AS I WALKED OUT ONE MIDSUMMER MORNING

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"As I Walked Out One Midsummer Morning" [1], author Laurie Lee recounted his first sojourn away from home. At age 19, our narrator-biographer, walked out of his village at Stroud, Gloucestershire, and headed toward London. As Lee himself recalled, he was 'still soft at the edges' when he said farewell to his mother (a poignant scene in the opening chapter). All he had with him that Sunday morning in June 1934 was 'a small rolled-up tent, a violin in a blanket, a change of clothes, a tin of treacle biscuits, and some cheese.'

After nearly a year of living and working in London as a cement laborer, Lee decided it was time to move on. He bought a one-way ticket and sailed to Spain. He settled for Spain because he had had an introduction to Spanish. All he could speak then, Lee admitted, was only one Spanish phrase: 'Will you please give me a glass of water?'

In July 1935, Laurie Lee landed in northwestern Spain. For many months he roamed the exotic and history-filled landscape, living off his music and the kindness of the people he came to love. From Vigo, he wandered southward through the New Castile region (Segovia, Madrid, Toledo). By December, he came to the coastal region of Andalusia (Cordova, Seville, Granada). There, Lee holed up at a Castillo hotel until the outbreak of the civil war in July 1936.

This author's second autobiographical sketch could have been subtitled "From Spain With Love." His inimitable poetic description of the Spanish landscape and its inhabitants is sensual as it is lyrical. The warmth and beauty of this passage [no pun], for example, undulates this reviewer's reveries, not of memories but of what has never been: 'When twilight came I slept where I was, on the shore or some rock-strewn headland, and woke to the copper glow of the rising sun coming slowly across the sea. Mornings were pure resurrection, which I could watch sitting up, still wrapped like a corpse in my blanket, seeing the blood-warm light soak back into the Sierras, slowing re-animating their ash-grey cheeks, and feeling the cold of the ground drain away beneath me as the sunrise reached my body.'

Lee's "As I Walked Out One Midsummer Morning" and its third autobiograhy "A Moment In War" have had a farther reach than any of his other celebrated works. These writings have been adapted to music to which Charles Baudelaire could only spoke of metaphorically. In June of 2002, the Allegri String Quartet in The Salisbury Festival (UK) premiered "A Walk Into War." A musical piece which the quartet had commissioned based on the two latter biographies.

The author once wrote that autobiography is 'a celebration of life and an attempt to hoard its sensations...trophies snatched from the dark... to praise the life I'd had and so preserve it, and to live again both the good and the bad'. By all measures he had not done badly. He was and is the one modern author whose memoirs have transcended into the realms of music and visual arts ('Cider With Rosie', a 1998 film by John Mortimer).

1] Laurie Lee's autobiographical trilogy - Book 1:"Cider with Rosie" (1959); Book 2:"As I Walked Out One Midsummer Morning" (1969); and Book 3: "A Moment of War" (1991).

His admirers have commented, variously, that Laurie Lee 'writes like an angel', a 'poet, whose prose is quick and bright as a snake'. For another writer such praise might seem lavish but not for Laurie Lee. He writes beautifully, producing books that electrify and enchant, exhilarate and mesmerise. 'As I Walked Out One Midsummer Morning' is the second volume of a marvellous trilogy. Part autobiography, part evocation of all the bewilderment and uncertainty of the 1930's, it is characterized by the lyricism of its poet author. Leaving his home in the Cotswolds, the young Lee walks to London in 'high, sulky Summer' with high hopes of making his fortune. He settles, happily enough, in a London boarding house with an engagingly eccentric Irish Cockney family, and supports himself by labouring on a building site and by playing the violin. In a life of opposites, we are treated to a first-hand account of the ugliness and tension of the disputes between employees and unions. In the dawn of the first, disquieting signs of dissatisfaction - a feeling in the 30's that led inexorably to the policy of Appeasement, and thus to war - we see through the eyes of a naive adolescent. It is this naivete, coupled with the glorious spontaneity that floods this book, which leads him to Spain. Knowing approximately one Spanish phrase, Lee decides to see Spain and so begins the love affair wtih a country that was to obsess him for the rest of his life. Never has Spain been so vividly painted. From the scorching heat and vivid, voluptous women of Vigo, to the false glamour and dilapidation of Madrid, Laurie Lee writes with a passion to match his captivation. An absolutely unforgettable book with a host of sharply drawn characters. From the sexily confident child, Patsy, to beautiful Cleo, Philip with his 'fine hungry face and a shock of thick obsidian curls' Lee sketches the myriad individuals he meets with a lucidity that stamps them in our minds forever. Who can read this novel and not dream wistfully of the days when cars were a rarity in our country. Or of a Spain unscarred by war, where the laundered, lacy dolls modestly avert their eyes from the gaze of the young men 'pocket dandies, carefully buttoned in spite of the heat.' Truly a book to treasure forever.

It's a shame that this fine book is not in print. Those going after used editions--and you should--are encouraged to look for the 1985 reprint stunningly illustrated with classic paintings of Spanish life. But back to why you want to read this: in 1934, a young, naive Englishman who had never been out of his rural neighborhood packed up his violin and went walking, first to London, a hundred miles east and then via boat to Spain where he walked from Vigo in the north down to the southern coast. I'm having trouble shelving the book: is it a straight memoir? Certainly it is very much about the writer's encounter with the world at a historically significant time and about his own growth process. Or is it a travelogue? It is a very accurate account of the unique Spanish culture and countryside. Although written more than 30 years after the actual experience, Lee's account conveys a fresh sense of wonder and discovery and resists overlaying too much foreshadowing and hindsight. His style is lyrical, vivid as the blue Spanish sky and honest. He is refreshingly free of nationalism and prejudice.

Laurie Lee's writing is beautiful, simple and elegant: down-to-earth but poetic. I first read this book when I was 14. Twelve years later, it's still in my all-time top three. It is incredibly evocative of Spain before the Civil War - it describes a place and a moment in history seen through the excited eyes of a youth. It is nostalgic but not unrealistic. Read it. You won't regret it!

I absolutely love this book and have read it several times, in fact I'm currently reading it again in preparation for my up-and-coming trip across Spain, which is what inspired me to write this review.

For me it is the beauty of the language and the innocence of his tale that capture me. You can't get any more basic than a young man heading out with a knapsack to travel and find freedom. Freedom of the road, freedom of the soul... it is as relevant today as any day, if not more so.

I also adore the fact that this book highlights that the world of travel need not be far-flung, it need not always be exotic... beauty and difference can be found in the simplest of scenes, you just have to look with fresh eyes.

Newly arrived in London at 16 years of age browsing a bookstore came across this volume, had read snippets of "Cider with Rosie" and some of Lee's poetry at school. At 16 it was gratifying enough to come across an author I knew, outside of a Marvel comic, let alone be interested in the subject. About to embark on a road trip to what turned out to be 3 years living in Spain this was my sort of book.
I read this book inside out for 3 years,at such a pivotal age (& time) in my life this book made everything seem possible, it implanted some valuable life lessons.
Since Lee's death there has been criticsm of his work and the sourcing of some material, not something I personally buy into as it serves little purpose. Re- read the book recently and it read a different story to me as an almost 50- something, but no less compelling.
Laurie Lee does not have a large body of work I hope it does not get lost in the dust of time, read it now!

I had heard of Laurie Lee before, but I don't believe that I had ever read anything of his. I would imagine that reading some of his work is essential to say one has lived in Gloucestershire, right? I am glad that I read this book, as the descriptions were some of the most vivid that I have seen - one might say poetic, actually!

I did read a few bios of Lee, as I was curious to know how this experience fit into his life. I found that he wrote "Walked out" about 30 years after the events occurred, though they do say that he kept notes of his experiences. I wondered if Lee had written this book close after the events depicted because he describes his mother in the first pages as if she is an old crone. Now, I know that young people tend to view anyone over thirty as hopelessly old, but his mum was only 55 when he left, and I question that description. It does make me wonder if perhaps this book was written more with the eyes and heart of a fifty year old than of a under 30 chap.

The descriptions of places and people were second to none. I could envision what Lee saw and heard. He wasn't as successful at conveying his emotions, though. Perhaps he doesn't remember what he felt, and why he did what he did, and that's fair enough. I just find it hard to believe that he would go off to Spain for no particular reason, and then wander about with no particular goal. In fact, he gives himself sunstroke twice by pushing on toward no particular goal. I know that the Y chromosome is a dangerous thing, but this seems excessively stupid. If I had a bit more insight into his character perhaps it would make some sense. Lee seems to intentionally keep his emotions away from the reader. Perhaps that is because of the era or his style of writing, but the result was that I thought he was a cold fish.

I thought there was going to be an emotional revelation when he said (p 121):
"Crossing the Sierra...was one of those sudden jerky advances in life which, once made, close the past forever. ...not till I'd passed it did I feel really involved in Spain."
And then nothing, no evidence of emotional involvement until he sympathises with the Republicans around page 215.

I didn't care for Lee's view of women. They were either mothers to take care of him or hot young things to ogle or bed. Again, perhaps that was the time. The other annoyance was the fact that he changed the names of places. For instance, why not call Almunecar by its proper name instead of calling it Castillo? Lee rarely expressed gratitude for all the many kindnesses that he was shown. He seems to take it for granted that people are going to save him from sunstroke, and extend hospitality to him. Did anyone else think that the people seemed to be rather disgusting looking by and large? Maybe they were, or maybe he made more notes about the peculiarities of appearance, so thirty years on they figure rather larger than they might.

My overall impression of the book was a series of elegantly drawn pictures of what Lee was doing and seeing. I didn't feel that I understood his motivations, or got an insight into the feelings of the characters. His return to Spain was just the last incomprehensible act - he describes it as an hallucination of honour brought on by falling in love. Huh? What do you mean by that? What did he actually feel? As a result, the book didn't involve me deeply. I couldn't care about the characters because Lee didn't flesh them - including himself - out. All the same, it was an interesting read. Perhaps the poems would touch me more.

Thought the author of ths book was female. Came to sex scenes, concluded very casual about Lesbian reality. Surprise, author is male, and I have since run into his name repeatedly in connection with literatue about Spain. Liked the book quite much. Wish I had had similar experiences when I was young.

Along with Laurie Lee's other prose, among the most lyrical and magical travel memoirs, with characters drawn beautifully and moods captured poetically. He grew up in Slad, a village next to Stroud, a small market town in the Cotswolds. My mother was born just a couple of years later in Stroud, and grew up in the same environment he did. I was born nearby, and spent parts of my childhood in the 1950s and 1960s there, and it is indeed magical. Leaving Stroud was a bold step for him, as my mother could describe to me as she left Stroud when WWII started, having been due to start at a Music Conservatoire in London in September 1939. Since the War had just started, my mother at 19 went to London anyway to work for the RAF in the days, and as an air raid warden and ambulance driver in the Blitz, at night. She told me stories about Laurie Lee who became a favored son of the town, though his writing speaks for itself.
His prose, like so many of the great memoirists and travel writers is indeed poetic. As a man who was an auto-didact, he had an affinity for simplicity, but grace and elegance few others have mastered.

Author: Laurie Lee
Title: As I walked out one midsummer morning
Time: 1934-1937
Destination: England, Spain, France
Length: several trips
Type: mostly hiking
Rating: 5/10
Poetic, but...

The story: LL is a young man of just over twenty, when he steps out of his door and decides to walk to London. He then stays there for a year, works in construction and meets a girl. After that, he decides to walk around in Spain for a while. He has to leave the country when the civil war starts, but he eventually returns in 1937, by way of hiking through the Pyrenees.

The book is okay. LL's first love is poetry, and his style is rather ornate. The book isn't that big, and you would probably expect something exciting out of it, but actually it is a bit boring. Sure, some of his encounters with women are interesting to read, but it is not exactly overwhelming. I don't know why I didn't like this book. I usually enjoy reading personal stories, but this one just didn't do it for me.

Maybe LL was trying too hard to sound poetic? Or was it the ugly cover that ruined it?

5/10.