Sunday, November 23, 2008
A Christmas present
Here's what I want for Christmas. Hamish Henderson was a great man, and his poetry, drawn from his experiences in Africa in the second world war, is deeply moving. He writes about humanity - their poor bastards as well as our poor bastards - and what comes across is love and warmth. He was no starry-eyed idealist - he was a Captain in the Intelligence Corps - but nor did he ever lose sight of the tragedy of killing.
I borrowed a signed first edition of this collection from the library and it grieved me to have to return it. I'm delighted it's now back in print.