[aloha-donblanding] Stowaways In Paradise
- Just an afterthought. If anyone's interested;
bookfinder.com There are three copies of Stowaways available there at
$50, 110, and 200.00 respectively. That's out of my reach.
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- "bill mcmurray" <billmc-@...> wrote:
> Just an afterthought. If anyone's interested; bookfinder.comBill:
> There are three copies of Stowaways available there at
> $50, 110, and 200.00 respectively. That's out of my reach.
Thanks for the alert. It is Stowaways in Paradise that sparked my
(latent) interest in Don Blanding, having read it the better part of
sixty years ago. I would love to see it again, but I'm not sure my
enthusiasm would stretch as far as the prices you suggest. Guess this
separates the men and the boys, huh?
- Dave Nicholas writes:
>>It is Stowaways in Paradise that sparked my (latent) interest in DonBlanding, having read it the better part of sixty years ago.<<
Dave, that book's the focus of my interest, too, ever since my mother read it
to me and my sister in 1944 when I was about five years old, after we were
Army dependents who by chance were ordered out (to Massachusetts!) in the
summer of 1941. That book kept my memories of Hawai'i alive as I read it many
times over the next few years.
When I reread the book with my youngest daughter (now a freshman at Harvard)
before taking her to Kailua-Kona for the eclipse in 1991, I was appalled by
the racism reflected in it. Such attitudes were of course a commonplace then,
but I fear that they make the book impossible to reprint today.
I think somebody should write a sequel following Micky and Pua into their
adult lives, through the second World War and the massive changes that
gripped Hawai'i then and afterwards. That would be a creative way to correct
the book's attitude, and have fun doing it.
still wanting to stow away to paradise
just pass me the axle grease, Pua, and I'm all set
- rsrichmon-@... wrote:
> Dave, that book's (Stowaways in Paradise)the focus of my interest,too, ever since my mother read it to me and my sister in 1944 . . . . <
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The coincidence is remarkable, if not actually beyond probability.
I think it must have been the same year (1944) that I read the book. I
don't recall how it happened to be in the house; if my mother had other
Don Blanding writings, I was not aware of them. I just happened to
pick it up one day, and was immediately entranced. I would have been
nine years old, perhaps younger than the intended audience, but somehow
the writing struck a chord in me, and I have remembered the experience
(though with imperfect recall), lo these many years.
I know how a place and time can capture one, and it's obvious Hawaii
had that effect on you. It's sad to think you were forced to leave,
apparently never to return until what must have been a wonderful, if
all too brief, experience in 1991. Neither Paula nor I has ever been
to the islands, but we are mindful of the "pull" they can effect on
those who love them.
It's interesting you should mention the casual (as opposed to
deliberate and purposely hurtful) racism reflected in the book. I,
having not read it for nearly sixty years, and then having filtered it
through the glasses that a youngster would have worn at the time, have
no recollection of anything that made me uncomfortable. Clearly, I
might have a different reaction today.
I doubt I will be the one to write the sequel you crave. It would take
someone, I think, who had "been there and done that." I'm not the one,
and the great American novel in me has not introduced itself in a way
that allows me to grasp its imperative import.
You refer to your mother, sister and yourself as "army dependents". We
in the Navy, the senior service, always preferred the term "Army
Brats"; we called ourselves "Navy Juniors". And so it goes.
You're only across the mountains, which happen to be impassable
tonight. Swing by and say "hello" one day. Paula and I keep an open
door, and a warm hearth.
Fairview (Asheville), NC