Jan Morris’ review of An Adventure

Patrick Leigh Fermor on horseback at Baleni, Moldavia

‘He is justly commemorated in this magnificent biography, and will surely be remembered for ever as one of the best of men.’

By Jan Morris.

First published in the Telegraph, 6 November 2012.

Happy the hero who, after a lifetime of glorious achievement, in death finds a biographer worthy of his memory. Patrick Leigh Fermor, “Paddy” to all his acquaintances and half his readers, died last year to a plethora of obituaries, and his life has been so widely celebrated in print, in film and in legend that the task of writing another 400 pages about him would seem, as he might himself say, Sisyphean. Artemis Cooper, however, rolls the immense boulder with an apparently effortless grace, and makes this marvellous book less a mere life story than an evocation.

The life itself hardly needs retelling. The rapscallion school years, the wonderful adolescent walk across Europe, the derring-do in wartime Crete, when Leigh Fermor was responsible for the kidnapping of a German general, the books that established him as one of the great prose writers of the 20th century, the profound explorations of things Grecian and Byzantine, the illumination of everything by tremendous gifts of scholarship and linguistics – all this is almost too familiar.

But Cooper makes it all seem new. She knew Paddy well herself, she has travelled almost everywhere he travelled, and she has had access to unpublished diaries and innumerable informants. More to my point, she has immersed herself in the minutiae of Leigh Fermor’s character, so that the epic figure of his reputation becomes not clearer, but more convincingly blurred.

In no way does she diminish his renown, but she humanises it. Of course he could sing folk-songs in eight languages, and translate PG Wodehouse into Greek, and swim the Hellespont in his 70th year, and mingle as easily with dukes as with layabouts, and extemporise sonnets, and design his own house, and discuss the most obtuse points of theological dogma or historical theory and write lyrical extravaganzas in a manner that was majestically his own.

Dear God, we knew all that! Did we realise, though, that Paddy smoked at least 50 cigarettes every day for half his life, and for much of it was more or less penniless? Does it surprise us to observe Joan Rayner, later to be his wife, slipping him a few banknotes at the table in case he needs a girl after dinner? We surely would not have expected Somerset Maugham to define him as “a middle-class gigolo for upper-class women”; on the other hand we might be mildly taken aback to learn that in his old age he was simultaneously a member of four London clubs – White’s, Pratt’s, the Beefsteak and the Travellers.

It is no surprise, though, to be told what terrific fun Paddy was. For myself, with a slight distaste for raconteurs and virtuoso conversationalists, I feel I might have been rather overwhelmed by the torrential exuberance of his company, but a vast company of his acquaintances revelled in it, and his friendships were lifelong. Even General Kreipe, the man he kidnapped, was reconciled to him, and a violently vindictive Cretan whose son Paddy had accidentally killed forgave him in the end. Almost at the moment of his own death, Leigh Fermor touchingly wrote in the book he was reading: “Love to all and kindness to all friends, and thank you for a life of great happiness”.

His days were full of astonishments, but I find myself most amazed, as I read this record of his 10 decades, by the truly prodigious energy that pervades its every chapter. His social life, pursued among all classes of society (but mostly, one must concede, among cultivated toffs), was unflagging. His instinct for travel kept him constantly on the move, from boyhood to old age – tirelessly exploring new places and revisiting old haunts, and absolutely never, it seems, either daunted or bored. For years he never learnt to use a typewriter, writing everything in a longhand whose endless crossings-out and juxtapositions were the despair of his publisher, “Jock” Murray: but once he had mastered the machine he could play his prose upon it, so he once reported, in “mad obbligato”.

There seems an element of frenzy to all this. There are few passages of calm in this book, few moments of inner contemplation. As I read about its incessant goings-on I am sometimes haunted by the feeling that they shelter a quieter soul. We hear little about religious convictions in his life, but one of his lesser books concerns three separate sojourns in monasteries, he wrote thoughtfully about his experiences on Mount Athos and he was intensely interested in the varied mysteries of sacred thought. That smashing obbligato passage was played in order to get rid of unwanted visitors; inveterate socialiser that he was, and a cheerful lesser sinner (wine, women and the occasional fib), perhaps just now and then he pined to be alone with one god or another.

He was a good, kind sort of hero anyway, and his life did end on a gentler note, spent largely with his beloved Joan in the house they had built beside the sea in the southern Peloponnese. When she died he divided his time, as was only proper, between Greece and England, and gradually his splendid body failed him. He lost part of his sight, part of his hearing, and in his 96th year he went to his rest beside his wife in Worcestershire.

He is justly commemorated in this magnificent biography, and will surely be remembered for ever as one of the very best of men.

A scanned copy of the review Jan Morris wrote for the Telegraph culture published on 4 November 2012 is below.

Jan Morris review 041112


5 thoughts on “Jan Morris’ review of An Adventure

  1. Lawrence S. Freundlich

    As a Yuletide thank-you to Jan Morris for this lovely review, I remind readers that 3 gifts for the season might be Jan Morris’s HEAVEN’S COMMAND, PAX BRITTANICA, AND FAREWELL THE TRUMPETS.

  2. Blake More

    Every time I read something by Jan Morris I am flooded with envy at her ability to make beutiful prose expression seem effortless, and in this she resembles PLF, who has been my hero maximo for many years and whom I can only regret never having met.

  3. Christos Paganakis

    I love the Photo .
    This is another one of Paddy’s poses , a sort of ” what did we find in the dressing up-box today ” outfit — Like his posed ” Cretan Mountain Kapetanios ” photo from later on .
    Of course Byron famously did it , and T.E.Lawrence as well , so he is in good company .
    George Seferis famously remarked that the English are all lonely , like Islands , I wonder if there isn’t something in the psyche of those who have less than ideal childhoods , that spurs them onto reading as a refuge , and trying on the fantasy outfits and characters that engenders , a sort of urge to reinvent the self-perceived ” unsatisfactory me ” as something much more attractive .

    I wouldn’t take too literally the overheard conversation about his wife handing him money ” In case he wanted a Girl ” , many couples say shocking things to each other to be deliberately overheard , to have the fun of seeing the surprise and disapprobation on the faces of those nearby and for the fun of embarrassing their partner .
    My Wife and I do it often , it’s a very English sort of Joke , to try to make the other blush and quite unable to think of a crushing riposte on the spur of the moment .
    To do it properly you have to appear convincingly unconcious that people nearby can hear , thus persuading them that you are quite serious , and leave them thinking ” ? What ? ! ! “.
    We call it ” Disrupting the Continuum ” and I suspect the L Fs would be delighted that this tale is now going the rounds as sober veracity .
    They were married an awfully long time , and while that may have just become simple habit , you have to bear in mind that ” Friendship Lasts – Kissing Doesn’t ” .
    I like a pretty female too , but that doesn’t make me a serial philanderer , despite the strictures of the Good Book .
    Pinch of Salt with that one , I think .

  4. Patricia

    I think this is the most perceptive and best review of them all. Thank heavens for Jan Morris.
    Thank you also for posting the reviews and news.


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