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Selected by the Modern Library as one of the 100 best nonfiction books of all time In this book, the author of Seven Gothic Tales gives a true account of her life on her plantation in Kenya. She tells with classic simplicity of the ways of the country and the natives: of the beauty of the Ngong Hills and coffee trees in blossom: of her guests, from the Prince of Wales to Knudsen, the old charcoal burner, who visited her: of primitive festivals: of big game that were her near neighbors--lions, rhinos, elephants, zebras, buffaloes--and of Lulu, the little gazelle who came to live with her, unbelievably ladylike and beautiful. The Random House colophon made its debut in February 1927 on the cover of a little pamphlet called "Announcement Number One." Bennett Cerf and Donald Klopfer, the company''s founders, had acquired the Modern Library from publishers Boni and Liveright two years earlier. One day, their friend the illustrator Rockwell Kent stopped by their office. Cerf later recalled, "Rockwell was sitting at my desk facing Donald, and we were talking about doing a few books on the side, when suddenly I got an inspiration and said, ''I''ve got the name for our publishing house. We just said we were go-ing to publish a few books on the side at random. Let''s call it Random House.'' Donald liked the idea, and Rockwell Kent said, ''That''s a great name. I''ll draw your trademark.'' So, sitting at my desk, he took a piece of paper and in five minutes drew Random House, which has been our colophon ever since." Throughout the years, the mission of Random House has remained consistent: to publish books of the highest quality, at random. We are proud to continue this tradition today. This edition is set from the first American edition of 1937 and commemorates the seventy-fifth anniversary of Random House. Review: Not a Perfect Book But a Must Read - OUT OF AFRICA,(1937). This classic nonfiction by Isak Dinesen, about her years on a farm in Africa is an eternal, much loved,worldwide bestseller; has been selected by the Modern Library as one of the 100 best nonfiction books of all time. Its opening line, โI had a farm in Africa, at the foot of the Ngong Hills,โ is one of the most famous, most quoted in all literature. The memoir, which was written nearly 100 years ago with great unsentimental clarity and intelligence, portrays a way of life that has since disappeared. The book has been made into an Oscar-winning, much loved, eternally, worldwide bestselling film of the same name. In 1914, shortly before the outbreak of World War I, the Danish Baroness Karen Blixen arrived in Kenya, East Africa, with Baron Bror Blixen, her Swedish husband, to run a coffee farm. She was instantly drawn to the land, and the Continent; spent her happiest years there until the plantation, which was located at too high an altitude for coffee growing, failed. Blixen was forced to return to Denmark in 1931; it was there that she wrote this classic account of her experiences under her Dinesen pen name. A poignant farewell to her beloved farm, OUT OF AFRICA describes her strong friendships with the people of her area, her affection for the landscape and animals, her great love for the adventurer Denys Finch-Hatton. In this book, the author of SEVEN GOTHIC TALES and the short story BABETTEโS FEAST, which was also made into an Oscar-winning film, gives a true account of life on her plantation in Kenya. She tells, with forthright simplicity of the ways of the country and its natives: of the beauty of the Ngong Hills and coffee trees in blossom; of her guests, from the Prince of Wales to Knudsen, the old charcoal burner, who visited her; of local native festivals. Of big game that were her near neighbors--lions, rhinos, elephants, zebras, buffaloes--and Lulu, the little gazelle who came to live with her, who was charmingly ladylike and beautiful. There is no question but that Dinesenโs first chapter, in which she introduces herself to Africa and Africa to the world, is extremely powerful, as is her last, in which she describes her burial of her lover Finch-Hatton, and her forced departure from the land she loved. In between, however, things can get a bit poky. There is also no question but that this book, written so long ago, reflects realities of the time which some of us hope are no longer so. I have recently visited the Blixen house, and it is full of animal skins, including items which I particularly hate, those rugs with the animalsโ heads still on. The writer mentions killing an animal for its pretty coat: I, and many others, I hope, believe that an animal needs her pretty coat more than any person does. The author also describes a paternalistic, maternalistic outlook on the natives; yet a native servant is beaten to death for the sin of having ridden, rather than walked, a horse home. This kind of behavior undoubtedly helped cause the bloodthirsty largely Kikuyu-dominated 1952-1960 Mau Mau insurrection in Kenya, which was aimed at white settlers and farmers, ended only with the designation of Kenya as a member of the British Commonwealth, not as a colony. But, of course, the past is past, and cannot be changed. Ah, and the writer also says, โOn the Western wall of my house there was a stone seat and in front of it a table made out of a mill-stone. This stone had a tragic history: it was the upper millstone of the mill of the two murdered Indians. After the murder nobody dared to take over the mill, it was empty and silent for a long time, and I had the stone brought up to my house to form a table top, to remind me of Denmark. The Indian millers had told me that their mill-stone had come over the Sea from Bombay, as the stones of Africa are not hard enough for the work of grinding. On the top side a pattern was carved, and it had a few large brown spots on it, which my houseboys held to be the blood of the Indians, that would never come off. The millstone table in a way constituted the centre of the farm, for I used to sit behind it in all my dealings with the Natives. From the stone seat behind the mill-stone, I and Denys Finch- Hatton had one New Year seen the new moon and the planets of Venus and Jupiter all close together, in a group on the sky; it was such a radiant sight that you could hardly believe it to be realโฆ.โ On my recent trip to Kenya, I got to sit on the stone seat behind the millstone table: see the attached picture. A very proud moment for me. This is not a perfect book, but itโs a must read. Review: Jackie Kennedy Onassisโs favorite book - Jacqueline Kennedy Onassis wrote two Afterwords in the form of handwritten letters for โLonging for Darkness: Kamanteโs Tales From Out of Africa.โ She told the narrator Kamante Gatura that Out of Africa was the book โthat has meant the most to me.โ It is not difficult to see why. Thereโs a strong sense of loss towards the latter end of the book, as there were great losses in Isak Dinesen and Jacqueline Onassisโs lives. After decades of struggle, Dinesen lost her farm โat the foot of the Ngong Hillsโ in Kenya and left for Denmark, broke. She also left behind the still-fresh grave of her lover of ten years, Denys Finch-Hatton, who died in his 40s when his plane crashed. She bravely started from scratch, writing to support herself until her death. She was able to carry on, while fiercely never letting go of her memories of Finch-Hatton. She was also never able to return to Africa even for just a visit, despite several attempts, due to lack of funds and later, ill-health. Jacqueline Kennedy, as everyone knows, lost her husband violently. President Kennedy, also in his 40s, died in her arms, and she cradled his broken body all the way to the hospital. The horrific experience led to Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder, and an inability to look at any pictures of him her whole life. Suddenly, she had to pack up in a hurry and leave the house where she had her happiest years of her life with him and their two young children, not even having the space to grieve quietly and slowly. While not impoverished like Dinesen, she was hounded her whole life by paparazzi, as were her two children, while Dinesenโs privacy remained intact. Unlike Dinesen, she did not have to struggle financially; her husbandโs family saw to that. She also enjoyed good health most of her life before cancer took her swiftly in her early 60s, while Dinesen was never free of pain and surgeries. (Dinesen, however, lived to be 72). Unlike Dinesen, she had to cope with murders twice, as the brother-in-law who was her bedrock and that of her children also fell to an assassinโs bullet. I do not know who had greater things to surmount. And in the end, it doesnโt matter. What matters is how alike they were. Jackie was cultured and poetic, as was Dinesen. Both made beautiful homes. Both wrote beautifully. Each had tremendous self-discipline, dignity and a strong moral code. Both were highly private. Never in Out of Africa and elsewhere does Dinesen ever refer to Finch-Hatton as other than a good friend. Never would Jackie ever talk about JFK after participating in the oral history of the Kennedy years for his presidential library. These admirable qualities can be clearly discerned in Out Of Africa. Dinesen was a source of wisdom, and succor for the Africans in her orbit. She was an environmentalist. She was a gifted painter. She was a great cook. All these are revealed in her vignettes of her life, written leisurely around seven years after she departed forever from Africa. Remarkably, it is written in English, which was not her native language. By that criteria alone, it is a work of genius for its eloquence and fluency. Her short stories, also written in English, reinforce that impression. Itโs a quiet and subtle book, and a powerful one. Itโs tremendously moving. Thereโs a stately tone to it, and when she talks about the inevitable changes in landscape, her tone is elegiac but overall, matter of fact. I cannot recommend this memoir highly enough.

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S**Y
Not a Perfect Book But a Must Read
OUT OF AFRICA,(1937). This classic nonfiction by Isak Dinesen, about her years on a farm in Africa is an eternal, much loved,worldwide bestseller; has been selected by the Modern Library as one of the 100 best nonfiction books of all time. Its opening line, โI had a farm in Africa, at the foot of the Ngong Hills,โ is one of the most famous, most quoted in all literature. The memoir, which was written nearly 100 years ago with great unsentimental clarity and intelligence, portrays a way of life that has since disappeared. The book has been made into an Oscar-winning, much loved, eternally, worldwide bestselling film of the same name. In 1914, shortly before the outbreak of World War I, the Danish Baroness Karen Blixen arrived in Kenya, East Africa, with Baron Bror Blixen, her Swedish husband, to run a coffee farm. She was instantly drawn to the land, and the Continent; spent her happiest years there until the plantation, which was located at too high an altitude for coffee growing, failed. Blixen was forced to return to Denmark in 1931; it was there that she wrote this classic account of her experiences under her Dinesen pen name. A poignant farewell to her beloved farm, OUT OF AFRICA describes her strong friendships with the people of her area, her affection for the landscape and animals, her great love for the adventurer Denys Finch-Hatton. In this book, the author of SEVEN GOTHIC TALES and the short story BABETTEโS FEAST, which was also made into an Oscar-winning film, gives a true account of life on her plantation in Kenya. She tells, with forthright simplicity of the ways of the country and its natives: of the beauty of the Ngong Hills and coffee trees in blossom; of her guests, from the Prince of Wales to Knudsen, the old charcoal burner, who visited her; of local native festivals. Of big game that were her near neighbors--lions, rhinos, elephants, zebras, buffaloes--and Lulu, the little gazelle who came to live with her, who was charmingly ladylike and beautiful. There is no question but that Dinesenโs first chapter, in which she introduces herself to Africa and Africa to the world, is extremely powerful, as is her last, in which she describes her burial of her lover Finch-Hatton, and her forced departure from the land she loved. In between, however, things can get a bit poky. There is also no question but that this book, written so long ago, reflects realities of the time which some of us hope are no longer so. I have recently visited the Blixen house, and it is full of animal skins, including items which I particularly hate, those rugs with the animalsโ heads still on. The writer mentions killing an animal for its pretty coat: I, and many others, I hope, believe that an animal needs her pretty coat more than any person does. The author also describes a paternalistic, maternalistic outlook on the natives; yet a native servant is beaten to death for the sin of having ridden, rather than walked, a horse home. This kind of behavior undoubtedly helped cause the bloodthirsty largely Kikuyu-dominated 1952-1960 Mau Mau insurrection in Kenya, which was aimed at white settlers and farmers, ended only with the designation of Kenya as a member of the British Commonwealth, not as a colony. But, of course, the past is past, and cannot be changed. Ah, and the writer also says, โOn the Western wall of my house there was a stone seat and in front of it a table made out of a mill-stone. This stone had a tragic history: it was the upper millstone of the mill of the two murdered Indians. After the murder nobody dared to take over the mill, it was empty and silent for a long time, and I had the stone brought up to my house to form a table top, to remind me of Denmark. The Indian millers had told me that their mill-stone had come over the Sea from Bombay, as the stones of Africa are not hard enough for the work of grinding. On the top side a pattern was carved, and it had a few large brown spots on it, which my houseboys held to be the blood of the Indians, that would never come off. The millstone table in a way constituted the centre of the farm, for I used to sit behind it in all my dealings with the Natives. From the stone seat behind the mill-stone, I and Denys Finch- Hatton had one New Year seen the new moon and the planets of Venus and Jupiter all close together, in a group on the sky; it was such a radiant sight that you could hardly believe it to be realโฆ.โ On my recent trip to Kenya, I got to sit on the stone seat behind the millstone table: see the attached picture. A very proud moment for me. This is not a perfect book, but itโs a must read.
T**A
Jackie Kennedy Onassisโs favorite book
Jacqueline Kennedy Onassis wrote two Afterwords in the form of handwritten letters for โLonging for Darkness: Kamanteโs Tales From Out of Africa.โ She told the narrator Kamante Gatura that Out of Africa was the book โthat has meant the most to me.โ It is not difficult to see why. Thereโs a strong sense of loss towards the latter end of the book, as there were great losses in Isak Dinesen and Jacqueline Onassisโs lives. After decades of struggle, Dinesen lost her farm โat the foot of the Ngong Hillsโ in Kenya and left for Denmark, broke. She also left behind the still-fresh grave of her lover of ten years, Denys Finch-Hatton, who died in his 40s when his plane crashed. She bravely started from scratch, writing to support herself until her death. She was able to carry on, while fiercely never letting go of her memories of Finch-Hatton. She was also never able to return to Africa even for just a visit, despite several attempts, due to lack of funds and later, ill-health. Jacqueline Kennedy, as everyone knows, lost her husband violently. President Kennedy, also in his 40s, died in her arms, and she cradled his broken body all the way to the hospital. The horrific experience led to Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder, and an inability to look at any pictures of him her whole life. Suddenly, she had to pack up in a hurry and leave the house where she had her happiest years of her life with him and their two young children, not even having the space to grieve quietly and slowly. While not impoverished like Dinesen, she was hounded her whole life by paparazzi, as were her two children, while Dinesenโs privacy remained intact. Unlike Dinesen, she did not have to struggle financially; her husbandโs family saw to that. She also enjoyed good health most of her life before cancer took her swiftly in her early 60s, while Dinesen was never free of pain and surgeries. (Dinesen, however, lived to be 72). Unlike Dinesen, she had to cope with murders twice, as the brother-in-law who was her bedrock and that of her children also fell to an assassinโs bullet. I do not know who had greater things to surmount. And in the end, it doesnโt matter. What matters is how alike they were. Jackie was cultured and poetic, as was Dinesen. Both made beautiful homes. Both wrote beautifully. Each had tremendous self-discipline, dignity and a strong moral code. Both were highly private. Never in Out of Africa and elsewhere does Dinesen ever refer to Finch-Hatton as other than a good friend. Never would Jackie ever talk about JFK after participating in the oral history of the Kennedy years for his presidential library. These admirable qualities can be clearly discerned in Out Of Africa. Dinesen was a source of wisdom, and succor for the Africans in her orbit. She was an environmentalist. She was a gifted painter. She was a great cook. All these are revealed in her vignettes of her life, written leisurely around seven years after she departed forever from Africa. Remarkably, it is written in English, which was not her native language. By that criteria alone, it is a work of genius for its eloquence and fluency. Her short stories, also written in English, reinforce that impression. Itโs a quiet and subtle book, and a powerful one. Itโs tremendously moving. Thereโs a stately tone to it, and when she talks about the inevitable changes in landscape, her tone is elegiac but overall, matter of fact. I cannot recommend this memoir highly enough.
O**P
Out of Africa
I assume I picked the more uneventful book of her series. Iโm half way through and have not read much meat. Iโll have to investigate on what book would be in the correct order for future reading. Compared to the movie which Iโm assuming took details from other sources, itโs an ok read.
T**5
Beautiful, heartbreaking story.
Beautiful book. Beautiful movie. My all time favorite!
O**"
Life on a Ngong Hills Coffee Plantation in 1930โs Kenya
Iโve just started reading this book. The descriptive adjectives are so clear that I can โseeโ in my mind a picture of the scenes. From shimmering vistas in the noonday heat to the aromas of the shambas of the Ngong Hills. Highly recommend for anyone who reads before bedtime.
M**K
Not What I Expected
This is not really a novel in the familiar sense, but more like a diary. The author is a superb writer, and presents almost unbelievably wondrous descriptions that put you right there in Africa. It's not like the movie, so don't expect a sweeping love story except for her love for Africa. That said, it is as tragic as it is beautiful. I genuinely felt I was seeing Africa through her eyes. I will admit, I couldn't get Meryl Streep or Robert Redford out of my head as the characters in her book. That was kind of fun in a way. Highly recommended.
O**S
Africa Personified with beautiful prose
3 stars for Out of Africa by Isak Dinesen. I read this book for my neighborhood book club. I went back and forth about how many stars I would give this book for quite a bit. It wasn't something I would normally read and I kept waiting for it to play out like most novels that I read with a twist or lost love. I kept thinking that a knight in shining armor would show up. That being said, the prose and level of artistry Dinesen demonstrates in Out of Africa is eloquent and beautiful. Isak Dinesen wrote this book about her time and experiences running a coffee plantation in Africa. She describes people that cross her path with such depth, it's unlike anything you will probably ever read. In addition to her words describing the characters from their skin, appearances, and words, she is able to dig into the depths of them and talk about their souls. What I loved the most about her writing was the way she personified everything from trees and plants to fish, streams, and the wind. She exemplifies breathing life into the setting, and as the reader, it's easy to believe and feel that the farm is very much alive. On the other hand, I felt that the story skipped around a lot and I had a hard time making sense of how she ended up on the farm and the circumstances surrounding her husband. She left Africa many times, and it wasn't ever clear to me why she left, who she was visiting, and I felt like I kept waiting and waiting for that clarification. I gave this book a 3 based on my love of the actual descriptions and artistry with the words themselves. As far as having a beginning, middle, and end or anything that hooked me, I felt the book came up short. I couldn't give it more than a 3 and I couldn't say it was an awful book. I've heard there's also a movie, and perhaps it did a better job of showing the story or having a hook.
H**S
great book
great
C**N
Muy bueno
Muy buen libro ! Recompendable
C**N
A memoir of Kenya
Karen Blixon's insights into the nature cultures and their (real or imagined) ways of viewing the white occupiers of their lands is truly remarkable. Her descriptions of the proud and innocent animals of the savanna are moving as are the emotions stirred by the shapes and colors and sounds of the surrounding hills, forests and skies. A fitting preface, in my case, for a safari to Kenya!
D**E
Good read
As advertised
M**E
Africa
Trรจs beau roman
H**O
Nice book.
A nice book to read. Not great, but good. Set in the 1930s, it portrays an Africa of the "planters", with a certain amount of big game hunting that they thought was necessary for ther survival. Doesn't portray today's values, and represents those of the time. I haven't seen the film, but I believe it's a romance - the book isn't a romance. It's the story of a remarkable woman, and her time in Africa. No mention of syphilis, though historically a fact of her life.
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