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Classic Literature. Juvenile Fiction. Juvenile Literature. HTML: A group of English children share a summer adventure, featuring a shipwreck, a secret valley and cave, a thrilling mountain hike, and a stickler aunt. On summer holiday, the Swallows (John, Susan, Titty and Roger Walker) and the Amazons (Nancy and Peggy Blackett) meet up on Wild Cat Island. Unfortunately, though, the Amazons have a problem: their Great Aunt Maria has come to visit and she demands that the Amazon pirates act like "young ladies." Things get worse when the Swallows discover a very high hill that just begs to be climbed... How the Amazons escape the Great Aunt, arrange a rendezvous, and mount an expedition to sleep under the stars on the summit makes a very exciting and satisfying story. Friendship, resourcefulness, and sailing, too: Arthur Ransome's Swallows and Amazons series has stood the test of time. More than just great stories, each one celebrates independence and initiative with a colorful, large cast of characters. Swallowdale (originally published in 1931) is the second title in the Swallows and Amazons series, books for children or grownups, anyone captivated by a world of adventure and imagination..… (more)
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So Ransome introduces two problems: the Amazons have a Great Aunt staying with them, and are obliged to submit to the torture of turning up for meals and behaving like proper young ladies; only a couple of days into the holiday, the Swallows have an unfortunate accident that puts their boat out of action for a while. So they are forced to shift their camp from the island to the mainland, and get the opportunity to discover a few more new facets of Lakeland life.
When I was a child, I used to find these "problem" books (Pigeon Post, Winter Holiday, and Picts and Martyrs all operate in similar ways) rather frustrating — I think I really just wanted to keep on re-reading Swallows and Amazons — but there is a lot of very interesting and enjoyable stuff in them. Despite being a largely shore-based novel, Swallowdale has a couple of very good sailing sequences in it, and there's also a lot of interest in the ascent of Kanchenjunga and the subsequent fog-chapters. As others have observed, it's quite amusing to see Nancy and Peggy dolled up in smart frocks and white gloves (did middle-class young women really still wear gloves for driving out in 1932?). Re-reading this, I also found I'd forgotten what a splendid new character Mary Swainson makes: a tough young woman who seems to be running her elderly parents' farm for them single-handed, but still has time to flirt with woodmen and darn Roger's shorts.
One of the surprises for me as a reader in the twenty-first century is the predominance of technically able girls in these books. The main crew--the Swallows--is composed of two boys and two girls. The eldest boy
On their first outing of the year, an accident befalls the Swallow, the dinghy adopted by the Walkers, leaving them having to take on the role of shipwreck survivors. Meanwhile the Amazons are beset with family duty. Their great aunt, who brought up their mother and Uncle Jim (better known as Captain Flint) has returned to the family house, and Nancy and Peggy are required to be on their best behaviour which means acting like young ladies rather than running wild and wreaking havoc in their customary tomboy way.
Ransome’s writing is as masterful as ever, combining superb children’s adventure stories, in excellent clear prose, while managing to eulogise the pursuit of an outdoor life without ever sinking into sanctimony. His own imagination was clearly powerful, and he imparts this enthusiasm to his characters, both adults and children. He never patronises the children, either the characters or his readers. Widely read himself as a boy, he clearly expects a similar literary background from his readers.
Like John Buchan’s novels, written at similar times, Ransome’s books are easily parodied now as representing a very middle class, anodyne perspective on life. That is, however, unfair (both to Ransome and to Buchan). They both wrote with effortless lucidity, and understood the nature of adventure. The Walkers are certainly middle class, but the children all interact perfectly politely and naturally with all the ‘natives’ (i.e. locals) whom they meet, including farmers, charcoal burners and loggers. There is never any hint of awareness of any class divide.
Arthur Ransome’s books do hark back to a different world, on that is now long gone, though I suspect that that was true even at the time they were first published, between the World Wars. Like Buchan, he may be invoking a golden or Corinthian age largely of his own imagining, but that does not make the books any less magical. Well over forty years since I first read it, ‘Swallowdale’ remains a delight.
As with the first entry in the series, I was impressed by how engaging Ransome's narrative proved to be, given its leisurely pace, and lack of sensational incident. Everything that occurs - the discovery of Swallowdale, the Swallows camping out in their new valley stronghold, climbing Kanchenjunga (as they name a local peak), getting lost on a foggy moor - is realistically depicted. Despite that fact, or perhaps because of it, the reader is drawn into the story, following along with the adventures, enjoying the lovely descriptions, and taking the good-hearted, but wholly human children to heart.
I was also particularly struck, while reading Swallowdale, by Ransome's understated humor, which I found just to my taste. The scene in which the Swallows are horrified to witness the Amazons being forced to wear dresses, and drive out with their dreaded Great Aunt, was quite amusing, as was Roger's observation, while resident with Young Billy the charcoal burner, that dreaming of a certain kind of adventure was one thing, but living it quite another! All in all, a delightful second installment of a series I am now determined to finish. I think I may save the next for the winter, though...
Notes on most recent reread: Once again, an utter joy. I found myself wondering why exactly I find these books so engaging. It's not pure nostalgia for cosy childhood days spent sharing the Cumbrian lakes with the Swallows and the Amazons. It's also the quality of the writing which translates perfectly to my adult reader's tastes. There is a refreshing lack of twee, in my opinion, and thankfully Ransome avoids the syrup and sanctimonious overtones too apparent in much writing for children (can you tell I don't like Enid Blighton?) These kids are polite and in general well behaved but they are pretty much anti-prissy. The thrills are gentle but still compelling and I found myself reading for much longer at each sitting than I had intended, not wanting to put it down.
The 1/2 star off is only because I think the first book, Swallows and Amazons, holds together and grips just that smidge more convincingly. Both are brilliant books.
It's one of those novels where nothing happens on a grand scale - afterwards, you wonder what the plot was - and then you realise the difference between having a plot and telling a good story.
Lots of things happen in
Sometimes, it's the setting, and the realisation of how far it now is in the past. It's a world where cars are still few and far between: where milk comes in a jug, not a tetrapack; where timber is extracted from woods and hauled out be horses; where a shipyard has steam boxes for bending planks. The Lake District is less crowded and there's a feeling of space which would be hard to imagine now.
1930, when the book was written, is less than a century ago, and yet is different in so many ways.
In the edition I had the maps on the end papers gave away quite a lot, so you might not want to look at them until after you've read the story.
Shifts in language since the 1930s make for some now-unfortunate word