Showing posts with label books. Show all posts
Showing posts with label books. Show all posts

Friday, 23 January 2015

Elephant No. 112: Some Favourite Elephant Books


Source: Amazon.com


As you can imagine, the two Elephant a Day blogs have required a lot of reading about elephants. To save time, I do the bulk of my research online. But every so often, I like to dig in to an actual book.

First up, the children's novel, The Magician's Elephant by Kate DiCamillo, with dreamlike illustrations by Yoko Tanaka. It's a lovely, rather melancholy book about an elephant who suddenly comes crashing through the roof on an opera house to land in the lap of a noblewoman, conjured up by a hack magician.

The elephant is carted off and chained up in a horse stable, where she only knows that she is dizzy and confused:
     There was, all about her, a great hubbub and roar. The elephant ignored it. She wanted nothing more than for the world to hold itself still.
     After a few hours, the dizziness passed. The elephant opened her eyes and looked around her and realized that she did not know where she was.
     She knew only one thing to be true.
     Where she was, was not where she should be.
     Where she was, was not where she belonged.
It's a story about far more than the elephant, however. As one review put it: "From the unexpectedly miraculous feats of a two-bit illusionist to the transformative powers of love, forgiveness, and a good mutton stew, there is much magic afoot in this fable-like tale [with its] uplifting message of redemption, hope, and the interminable power of asking 'what if?'" (Booklist).

It would ruin the story if I were to tell you more, so I'll just leave you to read it for yourself if you're interested.

Illustration: Yoko Tanaka
Source: Amazon.com

For those who followed my original blog, the name Lawrence Anthony, author of The Elephant Whisperer, will probably ring a bell. Anthony owned the Thula Thula game reserve in Zululand, South Africa, and was its head conservationist.

He is perhaps best known, however, for accepting a herd of rogue elephants who would otherwise have been destroyed. The matriarch was known for breaking through electric fences by either twisting the wire around her tusk until it snapped, or charging through despite the pain. The herd raided guest camps, broke out of reserves, and generally wrought havoc.

In Anthony's own words:
      Marion didn't shy away from saying they were "troublesome." But what did that mean? Were they just escape artists? Or was this a genuine rogue herd, too dangerous and filled with hatred of humans to keep on a game reserve in a populated area?
     However, here was a herd in trouble. Despite the risks, I knew what I had to do.
     "Hell yes," I replied. "I'll take them."
 So begins Anthony's incredible adventure with the Thula Thula herd. Like juvenile delinquents, the elephants begin by testing Anthony and his family, often putting the Anthony family in danger. However, there are also many hilarious and moving stories of elephant behaviour and misbehaviour. On one occasion, the elephants toss an al fresco dinner for Thula Thula guests; on another, one of the female elephants destroys an annoying cellphone by stomping it into the ground.

Touchingly, when Anthony died, somehow the herd knew, despite being miles away in the bush, and made the trek to his home in tribute. You can read more of that story here.


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Behemoth by Ronald B. Tobias is the story of elephants in North America. My first thought when I bought it was that it would be mostly about zoos and circuses, but it's about far more than that. The back cover says it best:
In the two hundred years since their arrival in America, elephants have worked on farms, mills, mines and railroads, in Hollywood, and in professional baseball. They've contributed to the national discourse on civil rights, immigration, politics, and capitalism. They became so deeply ingrained in the American way that they were once accorded the right to vote and the right to provide testimony under oath—and they have included brutal punishments when convicted of human crimes.
On the surface, it sounds like it could be a mighty depressing book, but it's actually a wonderful read. Humans are depicted as a bunch of amazing weirdos when it comes to their use of elephants.

For example, there is the story of Tusko, who came to prominence in the 1930s. Originally owned by a man named Slim Lewis, Tusko made numerous appearances across small-town America, appearing in parades (sometimes parades of one), parking lots and any other place his owner could display him. Often Lewis and Tusko were mere steps ahead of the law, because Lewis had a cavalier attitude towards things like permits.

The trouble was that Tusko had a personality and, as Tobias puts it:
Slim knew he couldn't say for sure Tusko would be at a certain place at a certain hour because that depended upon his disposition, not theirs. He might cooperate and step onto the trailer happily, or he might decide to destroy it. One never knew for sure which elephant would show up.
Lewis eventually partnered with a shady character known as "Colonel" Barber. Deciding that Tusko would make an excellent one-elephant demolition crew, Barber allowed a house-wrecking company to hire Tusko to knock houses off their foundations.

Most of the stories are a bit sad, as humans never really seem to know how to handle elephants when they're sick, old, or difficult. But for a look at the bizarre story of elephants in America over the past two centuries, it's a great read.


Source: Amazon.com


And finally, Topsy by Michael Daly. Although nominally intended to tell the sad story of Topsy the elephant, the book also covers much of the early history of elephants in America, including the first elephant to arrive there in 1796. Weirdly, the poor creature was never given any other name than "The Elephant", no matter where it appeared—which perhaps makes some small bit of sense if it's the only one.

A few years later, when another elephant arrives, things get silly. At a stock market in Manhattan, among the pigs, cows and lambs, there was an elephant. Purchased by a prosperous farmer named Hachaliah Bailey, this new elephant came with a dilemma:
One problem his new acquisition presented was what to call her, for she was not The Elephant, just An elephant. The creature would require a name to distinguish her from the one who was still out there, touring.
He settles on Old Bet, who became one of the most famous elephants in the northeastern United States.

Most of the book, however, is about circuses, menageries, and sideshows, as well as eccentric circus owners such as Adam Forepaugh and P.T. Barnum. Jockeying for position as producers of the biggest bestest circuses, men like Forepaugh and Barnum pretty much stopped at nothing to come out on top.

Topsy's life and death are beautifully told in Daly's book. Her end is well known—after killing a surly keeper who stuck a lit cigarette in her nose, she was electrocuted by Thomas Edison in a spectacle attended by 6,000 people.

Daly ends his story of Topsy with a rather touching tribute from other elephants. Although I won't share it here to avoid ruining it for those of you who might read the book, to me that short anecdote was worth the price of the book alone.



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All four books are highly readable and entertaining. In the end, however, there's something sad about every elephant story I've ever read. While the elephants themselves always play starring roles as intelligent, sensitive, and sometimes difficult, they are never in charge of their own destinies. The magician's elephant appears and disappears at the whim of others. The elephants in Behemoth are used and abused in bizarre ways. Topsy was declared rogue and electrocuted. The only elephants in these books who seem to sometimes have the upper hand are the elephants of Thula Thula, making free with everything from lawn chairs to antelope enclosures.

The reality is, of course, that, throughout history, elephants have been exploited by humans. Sometimes our intertwined story makes for some very difficult and depressing reading. But there are also many stories of elephant ingenuity, altruism and feistiness that make you cheer them on and wish them a much brighter future.


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Elephant Lore of the Day
Today's elephant lore is about another elephant book.

When I was little, I had a Little Golden Book I loved called The Saggy Baggy Elephant. In the story, by Kathryn and Byron Jackson, a number of jungle animals mock a baby elephant for its floppy ears and wrinkly skin. Some even offer to eat bits of him to make him less wrinkly. Eventually the baby elephant comes across creatures as wrinkled as he—other elephants, of course—and they all dance together.

Which, it just occurs to me, means the elephant had been orphaned. Orphaned elephants have become common in many countries, as poachers kill adult elephants for their tusks and meat. Luckily, there are a number of facilities dedicated to the saving and rehabilitation of traumatized babies. To read more about the work being done by two of them, please click on the following links: David Sheldrick Wildlife Trust and Pinnawala Elephant Orphanage.


Cover of The Saggy Baggy Elephant by Kathryn and Byron Jackson.
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Monday, 20 January 2014

Elephant No. 87: Elephantasies by Friedrich-Karl Waechter




Last week I came home to find a lovely little book in my mailbox from my friend Sylvie Morel. While browsing a bookstore in a nearby village, she came across the little volume and very kindly bought it for me. Not only is it a first edition, but it's in almost mint condition. Quite a nice find, if you ask me.


Front cover of Elephantasies by Friedrich-Karl Waechtner.
Published 1966 by Dennis Dobson, London, U.K.
©1966 Verlag Barmeier & Nikel, Frankfurt, Germany

Elephantasies is a strange but rather sweet little book filled with oddball drawings by the famed cartoonist. Not, I admit, that I'd ever heard of Friedrich-Karl Waechter myself, but my cartoon-o-phile friends will undoubtedly know right away who he is.


Friedrich-Karl Waechter around 2002.
Source: http://www.faz.net/aktuell/feuilleton/
buecher/neue-frankfurter-schule-koenig-friedrich-der-
zeichner-f-k-waechter-ist-tot-1252448-b1.html

Waechter was born in Danzig (now Gdansk, Poland) in 1937. Following the Second World War, his family settled in Germany, where Waechter attended the Lauenburg Scholar School. Teachers immediately noticed his artistic abilities, and upon graduation he moved to Hamburg to study graphic art.





In 1962, he took a job drawing cartoons for Die Zeit in Frankfurt. His work attracted the attention of the fledgling satirical magazine, Pardon, and Waechter was offered a job. While with Pardon, he co-founded the New Frankfurt School, a collective of eminent cartoonists and writers of comics.




By 1966, he was writing books. Elephantasies seems to have been his first. Published in London in January 1966, Elephantasies is perhaps the only of his books to appear concurrently in English and German. Not that there are many words in either language in the book.




Waechter married and became a father, and by 1970 was writing children's books. From the descriptions I've read, they sound like very fun books, inviting readers to complete puzzles and drawings, write on the pages, cut things up and generally participate in whatever was going on in the story.




At the same time, even his children's books tended to be slightly subversive. He produced titles such as Der Anti-Struwwwelpeter, which mocked the story on which the movie Edward Scissorhands is based. Then there was Die Reise: Eine schrecklich schöne Bildergeschichte ("The Journey: A Terribly Beautiful Picture History"), in which a young boy is taken on a trip by a trio of slightly sinister men who show up at his door one day.




In 1979, Waechter co-founded the satirical magazine, Titanic, which featured his cartoons regularly until 1992. In that year, he decided to change gears slightly, switching his focus to teaching, writing books, and writing and directing plays. In addition, he created unusual sculptures, including a gigantic caterpillar perched in a tree, and Pinkelbaum, or "Peeing Tree".


Big Caterpillar by F.K. Waechter.
Frankfurt, Germany
Source: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/
File:Riederwald_pg_010.jpg


Waechter died of lung cancer in 2005, at the age of 67. Over his lifetime, he wrote some 40 books and more than a dozen plays, in addition to innumerable cartoons—most importantly, of course, a welter of elephants.





Elephant Lore of the Day
I was going to write about something else here today, but I decided instead that this piece of lore from the original Elephant a Day blog was a better fit.

The phrase "seeing pink elephants" refers to hallucinations caused by extreme drunkenness, and usually results from long-term alcoholism.

The first known use of the term comes courtesy of author Jack London, who in 1913's John Barleycorn describes "the man whom we all know, stupid, unimaginative, whose brain is bitten numbly by numb maggots; who walks generously with wide-spread, tentative legs, falls frequently in the gutter, and who sees, in the extremity of his ecstasy, blue mice and pink elephants."

A Wikipedia entry on pink elephants describes a story in Superman (Action Comics #7, December 1938), in which the Man of Steel lifts an elephant over his head at a circus. This causes a drunk in the audience to say, "I don't mind seeing pink elephants, but (-hic-) this is too much!" The same source also quotes Raymond Chandler's 1943 novel, Lady in the Lake, which refers to a doctor "who ran around all night with a case of loaded hypodermic needles, keeping the fast set from having pink elephants for breakfast."

And then there is the famous pink-elephant sequence in the 1941 Walt Disney film, Dumbo. Dumbo and his mouse friend Tim, having drunk water laced with champagne, hallucinate dancing and singing "pink elephants on parade". It's probably one of the most psychedelic sequences I've ever seen in a Disney film, outside of Fantasia.


A still from the "Pink Elephants on Parade" sequence in the Walt
Disney movie, Dumbo (1941).
Source: http://disney.wikia.com/wiki/Pink_Elephants


Interestingly, hallucinations such as this are not the result of drunkenness itself, but are one of the symptoms of withdrawal. Alcoholic hallucinosis, or alcohol-related psychosis, develops twelve to twenty-four hours after drinking has ceased. It can involve both auditory and visual hallucinations, usually accusatory or threatening in nature. It comes on and goes away quickly—unlike its sister ailment, delirium tremens—and tends to occur in those with a history of long-term alcohol or drug abuse.



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Thursday, 3 October 2013

Elephant No. 31: Bookmarks




I never seem to have enough bookmarks for all the books I'm reading at any given time, so today I decided to make some.

I started by cutting four pieces of bristol board measuring approximately 2.25 x 6.5 inches (5.7 x 16.5 cm). I sketched a different elephant design on each, not being particularly realistic, nor particularly stylized.




I used a permanent pigment liner pen to outline everything, then heat set the ink with a hairdryer.




I coloured them in with watercolour pencils: Derwent Graphitint pencils for the grey, and Derwent Inktense for everything else. I shaded to a certain extent as I went, but I intended to wet all of the colours, so I wasn't terribly precise with the pencils. For the coloured backgrounds, I scribbled with the flat of the various Inktense colours and pressed hard to make sure I had lots of colour to work with.




Once I'd coloured everything in, I painted over the elephants with a moderately wet paintbrush. For the backgrounds, I used a fairly wet paintbrush to release the saturated Inktense colours.







To finish them off, I punched a hole in the top of each bookmark, and added a bit of ribbon using scraps left over from various projects.








I liked making these a lot more than I thought I would, and I'm pretty happy with the final result. In fact, if I'd known how quick and easy they'd be, I'd have said adiós long ago to all the bits of junk mail, tags and other scraps of paper I use to mark my place.





Elephant Lore of the Day

At Angkor Thom in Cambodia, King Jayavarman VII ordered the design and construction of a terrace supported by elephants. Built of stone, wood and thatch, the 350-metre-long Terrace of the Elephants was essentially a giant reviewing stand, used by the king to view his returning army—which no doubt included elephants.

The Terrace was also used for public ceremonies, and as the king's audience hall. Although in ruins today, it originally had five sections extending towards a central square. The retaining wall is decorated with life-sized lions, bookended by two parades of elephants with their Khmer mahouts.


A section of the Terrace of the Elephants, Angkor Thom,
Cambodia.
Source: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Terrace-of-the-elephants.jpg

Ruins of the Terrace of the Elephants, Angkor Thom, Cambodia.
Source: http://www.tourismcambodia.com/attractions/angkor/terrace-of-elephants.htm


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Boon Lott's Elephant Sanctuary (Thailand)
Wildlife SOS (India) 
 
The Elephant Sanctuary (Tennessee)

David Shepherd Wildlife Foundation