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Richard Tarleton
My great uncle Jack was a major in the 2/14th Punjabi Regiment (my grand and great grandparents lived in India) and was taken prisoner by the Japanese after the fall of Singapore. He spent the rest of the war in Changi Prison. Are there stories of escapes from Japanese prisoner of war camps? I don't know. He survived, just about, his only possession on release being a 14 centimetre white enamel tin plate with a blue border which was used to measure his daily rice ration. He retired as a Lt Col in 1947, sailed to Southampton from Singapore in 1948, and died in 1950, apparently after a fall from a ladder. His younger sister my great aunt, who was an army then civilian doctor, used the plate for the rest of her life to cover the coffee jug at the breakfast table. When she died I offered it to the Imperial War Museum, who were delighted to receive it, given the story behind it.
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As they were faced with an extremely hostile jungle environment I wouldn't think that many POW's of the Japanese managed to escape. One who did was Charles MacCormac, a wireless operator in the Australian air force whose astonishing story he told in 'You'll Die in Singapore' which I mention in #1533. If you haven't read this book I'd urge you go do so. It's one of the greatest escape stories ever told.Originally posted by Richard Tarleton View PostAre there stories of escapes from Japanese prisoner of war camps?
I do hope Stanfordian pops back in to let us know if these recommendations are of use."The sound is the handwriting of the conductor" - Bernard Haitink
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Ah yes, thanks Pet.Originally posted by Petrushka View PostAs they were faced with an extremely hostile jungle environment I wouldn't think that many POW's of the Japanese managed to escape. One who did was Charles MacCormac, a wireless operator in the Australian air force whose astonishing story he told in 'You'll Die in Singapore' which I mention in #1533. If you haven't read this book I'd urge you go do so. It's one of the greatest escape stories ever told.
I do hope Stanfordian pops back in to let us know if these recommendations are of use.
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The best POW books are those written by the prisoners themselves and another classic is 'Moonless Night' by B A 'Jimmy' James. I snapped up both 'The Tunnel' and 'The Wooden Horse' in 1950s editions signed by Eric Williams when I spotted them in Foyles some years ago."The sound is the handwriting of the conductor" - Bernard Haitink
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I have a large collection of these books and with odd exceptions I doubt the prisoners themselves are usually the best authors. I certainly would not be put off if the prisoner has a co-writer (very usual) or even if a relative is doing the writing.Originally posted by Petrushka View PostThe best POW books are those written by the prisoners themselves and another classic is 'Moonless Night' by B A 'Jimmy' James. I snapped up both 'The Tunnel' and 'The Wooden Horse' in 1950s editions signed by Eric Williams when I spotted them in Foyles some years ago.
Notwithstanding the story told by these brave men (and sometimes rash men it must be said) is one of fortitude and honour.
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Hello there,
I've just recently finished Neil Macgregor's " Germany: Memories of a Nation" which I found to be enthralling. It's almost like a travel guide taking in aspects of German history, culture, geography and language from pre Roman times to the present day. A fascinating, informative, thought provoking and moving read which imho is very well written indeed. I have been to Germany only once - way back in the mid 1970s when I was 10 years old. Having read this book I am convinced of the urgent need to revisit - and revisit properly !!
Best Wishes,
Tevot
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... I agree.Originally posted by DracoM View PostMansfield Park / Jane Austen
Five stars plus.
But what is the gender of the pug???
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The first full-length study of animals in Jane Austen, Barbara K. Seeber’s book situates the author’s work within the serious debates about human-animal relations that began in the eighteenth century and continued into Austen’s lifetime. Seeber shows that Austen’s writings consistently align the objectification of nature with that of women and that Austen associates the hunting, shooting, racing, and consuming of animals with the domination of women. Austen’s complicated depictions of the use and abuse of nature also challenge postcolonial readings that interpret, for example, Fanny Price’s rejoicing in nature as a celebration of England’s imperial power. In Austen, hunting and the owning of animals are markers of station and a prerogative of power over others, while her representation of the hierarchy of food, where meat occupies top position, is identified with a human-nature dualism that objectifies not only nature, but also the women who are expected to serve food to men. In placing Austen’s texts in the context of animal-rights arguments that arose in the late eighteenth and early nineteenth centuries, Seeber expands our understanding of Austen’s participation in significant societal concerns and makes an important contribution to animal, gender, food, and empire studies in the nineteenth century.
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Sorry I upset you.Originally posted by richardfinegold View PostFanny is the one Austen heroine that I can't stomach. What a prig!
For me, she is the pre-eminent object of non-stop patronising, bullying dismissal by the landed classes, who alone maintains any sense of how to behave. The Crawfords, the Bertram daughters are exactly the main object of Austen's unflinching, act by act contempt.
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Absolument. Other Austen heroines might be more lively (Emma?), but I prefer the quietly respectableOriginally posted by DracoM View PostFor me, she is the pre-eminent object of non-stop patronising, bullying dismissal by the landed classes, who alone maintains any sense of how to behave.
which might be seen as priggishness, I suppose …
It isn't given us to know those rare moments when people are wide open and the lightest touch can wither or heal. A moment too late and we can never reach them any more in this world.
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