By Lawrence Durrell
One of a three-part sequence of Lawrence Durrell's writings.
In this quantity he explores the island of Cyprus, evoking the sun-drenched landscapes, fantastic gentle and vibrant blue skies of the Aegean.
In 1953, because the British Empire relaxes its grip upon the realm, the island of Cyprus greenbacks for independence. a few cry for union with Athens, others for an association that might break up the island down the center, giving part to the Greeks and the remaining to the Turks. for hundreds of years, the conflict for the Mediterranean has been fought in this tiny spit of land, and now Cyprus threatens to tear itself in half.
Into this escalating clash steps Lawrence Durrell—poet, novelist, and a former British govt professional. After years serving the Crown within the Balkans, he yearns for a go back to the island way of life of his formative years. With humor, grace, and satisfactory Greek, Durrell buys a home, secures a task, and settles in for quiet dwelling, satisfied to place up his ft until eventually the natives start to contemplate wringing his neck. greater than a trip memoir, this is often a sublime photograph of island existence in a altering global.
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