![]() ![]() ![]() There is the silence of emptiness, the silence of fear, the silence of doubt. There is silence after a rainstorm, and before a rainstorm, and these are not the same. ![]() There is the silence that comes with morning in a forest, and this is different from the silence of a sleeping city. ‘There are all kinds of silences and each of them means a different thing. The book’s lyricism, wisdom and ability to inspire the ache of wanderlust are breathtaking, as demonstrated here: Not only was Markham a writer who could ‘write rings around all of us who consider ourselves writers’, but she was a bush pilot and the first solo flyer, east to west (and so against prevailing winds) across the Atlantic. He described her 1942 memoir West with the Night as a ‘bloody wonderful book’. Beryl Markham made Ernest Hemingway ashamed of his own abilities. ![]()
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