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Rosy, the elephant bequeathed to young Adrian Rookwhistle by a reprobate relative, turned out to be a handful: not alone because of her size but also because of her fondness for strong drink. To Adrian she represented the chance to get away froma City shop and a suburban lodging by exploiting her theatrical talent and experience. To Rosy their progress towards the gayer South Coast resorts offered undreamed-of opportunities for drink and destruction. So the Monkspepper Hunt is driven to delirium and Lady Fenneltree's stately home reduced to a shambles. In due course the always efficient local constabulary caught up with the pair, whose ensuing trial was a like a triumph of the law and of the author's comic genius. The verdict was--but the story has to be read to be believed, if then. Even though the author does maintain that it is entirely credible, indeed that this, his first novel, is 'an almost true story'.
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Rosy Is My Relative, Gerald Malcolm Durrell
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- 1968
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- Título
- Rosy Is My Relative
- Idioma
- Inglés
- Autores
- Gerald Malcolm Durrell
- Editorial
- Collins
- Publicado en
- 1968
- Formato
- Tapa blanda
- Páginas
- 222
- ISBN10
- 0006127339
- ISBN13
- 9780006127338
- Serie
- Etiquetas
- Ficción, Naturaleza, Viajes, Aventura, Humor, Animales, Ficción contemporánea, Literatura Británica, Viaje, Herencia, Elefantes, Humor Inglés, Grotesco
- Primera publicación
- 1968
- Título original
- Rosy Is My Relative
- Calificación
- 4,4 de 5
- Descripción
- Rosy, the elephant bequeathed to young Adrian Rookwhistle by a reprobate relative, turned out to be a handful: not alone because of her size but also because of her fondness for strong drink. To Adrian she represented the chance to get away froma City shop and a suburban lodging by exploiting her theatrical talent and experience. To Rosy their progress towards the gayer South Coast resorts offered undreamed-of opportunities for drink and destruction. So the Monkspepper Hunt is driven to delirium and Lady Fenneltree's stately home reduced to a shambles. In due course the always efficient local constabulary caught up with the pair, whose ensuing trial was a like a triumph of the law and of the author's comic genius. The verdict was--but the story has to be read to be believed, if then. Even though the author does maintain that it is entirely credible, indeed that this, his first novel, is 'an almost true story'.