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Die Durrells auf Korfu

Gebildet, etwas exzentrisch und pleite: 1935 zieht es die Familie Durrell aus dem nasskalten und steifen England auf die sonnige Insel Korfu. Hier will man versuchen mit dem restlichen Geld aus dem Verkauf des Hauses und der spärlichen Witwenrente, die das Familienoberhaupt Louisa Durrell seit dem Tod ihres Mannes bezieht, über die Runden zu kommen. Die Durrells, das sind neben Mutter Louisa ihre…

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Do Not Disturb

pairing: larry durrell x reader

warnings: 18+ minors dni, unprotected sex, ruined orgasms, exhibitionism (sort of but it’s not intentional)

summary: it’s 1935 and you impulsively follow your boyfriend and his family to live in Corfu, however you did not anticipate how little privacy you would get.

a/n: there’s a criminal lack of larry gifs. i love this show so much.

Following Larry Durrell and his family to Corfu was the dumbest, most impulsive decision you ever made.

And it was wonderful.

Waking up everyday to blue skies and soothing waves, breakfast on the patio and trips to the local market.

But your boyfriend’s family were very full-on, all the time.

“At least close the shutters!” Leslie shouted from the patio below Larry’s bedroom window.

Like most younger brothers, Leslie was infuriatingly outspoken about his grievances, especially those involving Larry’s good fortune.

Stilling his hips, Larry lay between your legs and dropped his forehead to your chest, panting breaths fanned out against your sweaty skin.

“Sex is a normal biological function! Go away and have some! Oh wait, Alexia dumped you!” Larry shouted back, snapping his head towards the window, before you slapped a hand over his mouth.

The sound of the ocean rushing against the shore and the breeze of sea air drafted through the glassless window.

“Shut up! Bastard!” Leslie angrily cried.

“Ignore him… and don’t stop,” you whined, wrapping your legs tighter around his waist and clawing at his back.

Larry laughed and lifted his head, “But you do know he’s in love with you? And can hear?”

“I do not want to think about your little brother while we make love, Larry,” You held his face in your hands as his body pressed you into the mattress.

Digging your thighs into his hips, you turned him onto his back. The bed springs creaked and cried out underneath you.

A surprised moan came from the man below you, “You are... incredible.”

“You’re a published author and that’s the best you can do?”

“While I’m inside you, yes, yes it is,” Larry rambled, brows furrowed and struggling to stay still. A flood of giggles escaped you at his worked-up state.

Working up a rhythm, you pressed your palms to his firm chest and rocked your hips up and down on his cock.

Strong but soft hands gripped the flesh of your hips, aiding your movements, as a sheen of sweat began to form on your skin.

The loud slap of your spread thighs against his pelvis echoed through the room. There were scuff marks on the wooden floor underneath the four posts of his bed.

Squeezing your eyes shut, you threw your head back, moans spilling from your mouth. Larry watched you bounce on his cock with hooded eyes and parted lips.

“Oh god,” He watched your tits bounce and reached up to cup them in his palms, brushing his thumbs over your pert nipples.

Three loud thuds boomed through the wall to your left. Margo’s room, his younger sister.

“How much longer do I have to endure this?” Margo’s girlish voice sounded through the wall and you could practically hear her pout.

“Ignore her,” Larry panted, attempting to keep up the pace of your hips as you slowed to a stop.

“Do they ever leave the house?” It was your turn to press your forehead to his chest. Your bodies pressed flush together and the wiry hair below his navel tickled your abdomen.

“Yes,” Larry nodded, “Though I suppose Leslie has given up shooting and Margo is more interested in sunbathing than employment.”

“Ah.”

“And they love you,” Larry pulled your face from his neck with a big grin, “I can hardly blame them for lingering at the house to spend time with you.”

You melted at his praise, kissing him softly. One press of his lips then a second then another as your kisses grew heated, tongues clashing.

Your hips began to grind back and forth, and Larry thrusted into you from below.

“Larry! Larry, darling!” His mother’s shrill voice called from the patio, “Is he in? Have you seen your brother?”

With a frustrated sigh, you stopped your movements and pressed your cheek to his chest. He stroked your back, bare skin flushed and sweaty.

Outside, Leslie grumbled to his mother, “They were copulating in his den of sin.”

Then suddenly she was knocking at the door.

“Do not come in!” Larry called sternly. You were both naked and he was still inside you.

“Alright, I was wondering if y/n would like to join me in town today,” She asked through the door, as sweet as ever.

“No, she’s busy,” Larry responded sulkily, clutching you to him.

“He’s being selfish, Louisa! I would love to join you,” You pushed yourself off your boyfriend and out of the warmth of his bed. Pressing a deep kiss to his lips, you began to dress.

“Y/n’s going? Can I come too?” Margo asked, sickly sweet just like her mother.

After agreeing, the excited party of two headed downstairs but Larry continued to pout.

“I reserve the right to be selfish, for being raised in a family full of unintelligent cock-block busybodies,” Larry complained, sprawled out in his bed, the sheet tenting over his fucked but unsatisfied cock.

“I’ll check the market for any remedies,” You teased, smoothing out your appearance, “You might have to settle for some Nietzsche and your hand.”

Larry forced a deadpan laugh. It was incredibly easy to poke fun at his obnoxiousness.

He stared as you moved around his bedroom as if it was your own, wearing the sundress he bought you.

He supposed it was your room now, too.

“I wish I had you all to myself.”

Sitting in the edge of his bed, you leaned over him and met his eyes.

“Then you’re going to have to get creative,” You kissed him, a few lingering pecks, before heading out of the door.

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PERIOD DRAMA APPRECIATION WEEK 2023 day 6: favourite characters ada shelby from peaky blinders / anne boleyn from the tudors / anthony bridgerton from bridgerton / lucy wells from harlots / margaret beaufort from the white queen / margo durrell from the durrells / phyllis crane from call the midwife / thomas barrow from downton abbey / velementov from the great / william north from harlots

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Come away with me

Summary: When the Durrels decide to leave England for the wonders of Corfu, Larry immediately knows who he must bring along.

Requested by anonymous

A few months earlier

The rain spat violently against the hardened glass of y/ns bedroom, just another typical day in dreary England, not even a glimer of sun in sight.

The girl sat cuddled amongst her beds blankets, silently reading Frankenstien. Enjoying the comfort of her own presence, although couldn't help feeling that someone was missing beside her.

The sudden sounds of a commotion from downstairs didn't give her any rise or fall in emotions. She was used to it. The shouting, the fighting, often directed at her. Only after a minute she noticed this wasn't the usual screaming match as this time, what followed after the shouts were what sounded to be a pair of feet running upstairs.

Before y/n even had any time to process what was going on, the door flew open, and Larry appeared with his typical grin plastered on his face.

"Why hello." He smiled shutting the door behind him, throwing his hat at the coat rack.

"Did you know that your parents don't like me very much?." He laughed, flopping down on the bed next to y/n, wrapping and arm around her waist, causing her to chuckle.

"Yea I kinda guessed that from when they first met you and you told them you wanted to quit your job to become a writer."

"Honesty is the only policy my dear" He spoke holding up a finger to her.

"Yea well there's honesty and then there's you Larry." She chuckled, going back to her reading.

Larry leaned over, his head resting on her should.

"I've read this a thousand times" He mumbled ad she tried to hold her concentration. They proved to be difficult as the boy on her shoulder kept talking over her reading, clearly restless.

Finally after alot of fidgeting Larry spoke up.

"Speaking of honesty...."

"What did you do?" Y/n smirked sitting up.

"Well , now don't get annoyed." He began standing up.

"Oh no this is bad, your doing a speech."

"Well you see.....the thing is....my mother has made a rather....major decision."

"Rightttt?"

"And the decision was prompted by me, the first time she's actually taken my advice actually and-"

"Larry! Concentrate !"

"Right yes sorry uh where was I?"

"Big family decision."

"Right thank you. Yes the decision. The decision is you see ....that.... we're moving."

"Oh, moving where?"

"Yes well that's the thing, we're moving quite...far away."

"Well how far, Scotland?"

"No, further."

"Futher ?! How further Larry?!"

"Corfu." He said shoving his hands deep into his trouser pockets.

Y/n stood up, he eyes wide.

"Corfu?!" He nodded nervously as y/n walked up to him.

"As in Greece Corfu!? Another country?! In Europe!?"

"Yes."

"Your gonna leave me! Alone! With my parents!?"

"Now just listen-"

"Listen!? Larry you said we were going to get married! You said you loved me! You said I inspired your writing and-"

"I want you to come with me y/n." He interupted, clutching her by her arms.

Y/n couldn't help but smile with excitement.

"Really?"

"Yes! Your really the only one I can stand in my family, and I love you more than anything!"

"Your not so bad yourself ya know." She smiled putting her arms around his neck, the two gently swaying.

"As long as your family are happy with me going aswell."

"Well mother addords you and margo sees you practically as her sister, Leslie can tolerate you like everyone else and Gerry...."

"Gerry is...gerry?" Y/n laughed

"Yes gerry is gerry." Larry repeated chuckling.

"This is so exciting." Y/n spoke giving him a quick kiss. "You'll finally be able to quit that boring job and write!"

"See this is why I love you so much!" He smirked before going in for a deep and passionate kiss with y/n running her hands through his hair.

Larry pulled away gently to give them a breath but swiftly began to pepper light kisses across her jaw down to her neck.

"Larry my parents. " She squeaked laughing, trying to push him away, which resulted in him making his frowny face, giving her puppy eyes.

"Fine come here, but just be quiet mister."

"I make no promises ." He stated before quickly picking her up around his waist.

Present time

Tap tap tap tap tap tap

"USE A PEN AND PAPER LARRY!"

Y/n woke up to once again the sound of commotion about the house , though this time it was different. She felt the sun's heat cascade onto her skin as she lay across the bed gazing at her boyfriend who so busy tip taping on his typewriter, not even stopping for a breath.

"Sounds like you've got some good ideas going." She spoke in yawn, getting up and walking over him.

"Can't talk, busy writing." He mumbled taking another puf of his cigarette only to have y/n snatch it from his hand, putting it to her own lips, with Larry glancing up at her.

"Go, your distracting me." He mumbled as he felt himself being pulled away from his writing already.

"Aw poor baby." Y/n teased softy grabbing his jaw, bringing his lips to hers. After a few seconds of indulging in the kiss, Larry pulled away

"No goooo, I need to write."

"Fine fine." She giggled leaving with his dressing gown around her.

Downstairs

"Morning y/n." Mrs Durrell smiled as she arranged some flowers in the kitchen whilst Margo sat at the table reading some kind of fashion magazine.

"Morning all." She smiled taking a seat next to Margo "So what's today's top read Margo?"

"Today's Modern Women." She replied handing it to her.

"Sounds scandalously progressive." Y/n smirked whilst taking a read.

"I'm hoping it'll tell me how to find a man." Margo huffed palcing her head in her band.

"You don't a man Margo." Y/n laughed as she got up to help with the dishes.

"Well, that's easy for you to say. You have a one already."

"I do, although HE DOESNT SEEM TO WANT TO GIVE ME ANY ATTENTION THIS MORNING!" She shouted, making sure Larry could hear her over the sound of the typewriter.

"YOUR A BLOODY PAIN!" He shouted back at her causing the girls to laugh.

"Morning all." Leslsi walked in, gun in hand and a rabbit in another. "How'd everyone sleep."

"Didn't get much sleep if ya know what I mean." Y/n winked

"Stop! I do not want to hear about that. " He raised his voice before storming out.

"Do you hear that?" Margo stated, looking around the room.

"Hear what darling?" Mrs Durrel asked

"Yea I don't hear anything." Y/n agreed.

"Exactly, it's silent, no typing."

Before anyone could say anything else, the sound of Larry rushing down the stairs became evident to all in the household.

"It's finished! I've finished it!"

He ran in, clutching a bunch of papers.

"My first short story, I've finished it!"

Y/n coudnt help but smile at how excited Larry looked, she always loved seeing him passionate about the things he loved.

"I'm so proud of you darling." She rushed over to him, giving him a big hug and a kiss on the cheek. "Good, and you should be because I've had to put up with a lot of distractions from you." He chuckled only to resieve a stern look.

"Ooo I know that stare to well." Mrs Durrel chuckled

"NOT that I didn't enjoy those distractions." Larry spoke hurriedly, trying to save himself.

"Darling, I'm just messing with you "

"Oh yes of course." He laughed nervously "Now back to me and my writing."

"Urggh tell it to someone who cares." Margo huffed, getting up.

"You think I want to read that filth." Leslie scoffed from the other room.

Larry turned to his mother only to find her gone and busy cleaning some other part of the house.

"Ah Gerry -"

"No larry he's to young." Y/n laughed pulling him back from trying to find his very his little brother.

Larry looked down, she could tell he was disappointed no one wanted to read it, but his family did often overlook his creative skills.

"Hey, larry ? Look at me? Laryy-"

"I'm going for a walk?" He muttered pushing past her, grabbing his hat and headed out.

Y/n just huffed, she tries to be as supportive of his writing as she could be but it wasn't a messy when the rest of his family seemed to barely care

"Oh what's the matter with him?" Mrs Durrel commented as she saw larry leaving.

"No one seemed to care about his writing! "

"Oh but we do care! We just struggle to understand what it is he's writing about."

"Well please try harder. I'm going to find him." Y/n stated heading out to find the saddened writer.

"Larry! " She called looking around

"I think he's sat down at the beach." Gerry called from up a tree startling y/n.

"Thanks ." She waved back before heading down to the cove, seeing her boyfriend sat on the sand looking grumpy.

"Hey." She said in a cheery way and placing herself next to him, stealing his hat for her own head. Larry just rolled his eyes, trying hide his smile.

"That hats to big for you ya know." He commented trying to sound serious

"I know, but I like it." She smiled back.

The pair sat in comfortable silence and y/n inched herself closer to Larry, there arms touching.

"And what are you up to missy." He questioned with a snicker.

"You know they care about you " She spoke and noticed how his smile dropped.

"They just struggle showing it."

"I know, I just wish they were interested and excited as I was." He sighed.

"But I am! I think your amazing Larry and so talented, one day you'll be a famous writer."

"You think?"

Y/n was used to thia by now. His family rarely saw this side of larry, self-consciousness, and doubtful. Though she always loved to encourage him.

"I don't think , I know." She smiled giving him a kiss.

"Call me an amazing writer again." Larry smirked

"No you've got enough of an ego as it is." Y/n chuckled going stand up only to have her arm grabbed and pulled back down onto Larry's lap, his arms firmly wrapping around her.

"Is this you holding me hostage." She giggled

"Call me an amazing writer again? Please?" He spoke pulling a pouty face.

"Fineee only if you'll let me go then?" She asked earning a nod from him.

"You Laurence Durrel are an amazing writer.:

"Thank you." He smiled and gently kissed her lips, still latching on tightly to her.

"Now let me go!" Y/n laughed as she tried to wriggle free.

"Uh no I don't think I want to." He smirked and y/n gasped sarcastically.

"The betrayal!"

"Oh, shut up." He laughed, falling back onto the sand with y/n lying on top of him.

"I could get used to this." She whispered gazing into his eyes ,linking her hand in his.

"Well, unless your parents turn up to ship you back home,we've got all the time in the world."

The pair smiled as they cuddled on the sand .

"Young love ." Mrs Durrel smiled looking on.

"Looks pretty gross to me.' Margo snickerd

"STOP! I DO NOT NEED TO SEE THAT!" Leslie yelled down at the two making them laugh.

"Just ignore him." Larry chuckled placing a soft kiss on her head.

"Always do." Y/n responded with a smile

"WE HAVE BEDROOMS FOR THAT!"

Hello my darlings ♡♡♡

I hope you Durrels fans enjoyed this! Larry is such a great character and deserves a bigger fan base! So please make sure to request!

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Watching The Durrels. Never heard of it before. Aside from some reported subtitles, here are some summarising and random thoughts:

- fuck it all off and go to corfu is a great idea and i applaud Louisa's clearly drunken and immediately regretted decision to uproot their lives in favour of sun and freedom

- bribing a junior priest with fancy cigarettes so you can sunbathe on consecrated rocks: inspired

- Spiros is clearly arse over tit for Louisa

- filing patient notes by height: also inspired. I am really enjoying Margo

- can someone learn Greek? Maybe one person? Literally Leslie went to court for being an arrogant British twerp who ignored his neighbour for speaking Greek instead of English. In 1930s Corfu. Come on. I know it was acknowledged with Florence and some self-deprecating jibes but jesus, Lugaretzia has learned conversational English in 3 months and you can't do beyond greetings.

- I WILL LEARN TO MAKE GIFS I WILL I WILL LEARN BECAUSE THERE NEEDS TO BE A REACTION GIF FOR THE MOST PRECIOUS LITTLE BOY MAN HAVING A REALISATION, ABOUT TO START APPRECIATING HIS MUMMY.. . Leslie Durrel to the obvious 'BAD' UN' mean cons whom he's dossing with: "who peed in my shoes? These were very expensive. We went on a special trip to london to get them. I don't think we can be best friends any more" HONESTLY GOLD.

- Gerry is precious and I want Kosti to be his dad (where did he go?)

- And on that and the Greek thing, so many lovely people help them, all the time. When are the Durrels ever helping anyone else? I want to see Larry typing up English translations of instructions and menus for the guesthouse and bar. I want to see Margo helping a Greek girl cut her hair. I want to see Gerry collecting herbs for the doctor's medicines. Leslie should probably stick to hunting in the woods till he gets over his incel phase.

- "oh, that's Nancy stubbing her toe... ' Gerry, you know all about the copulating and I enjoy you winding up Leslie Vay Mach

- Larry insists on wearing a vest, pants, and silk robe all day and smoking in a hat - I'm here for it he's me

- Sven being gay was handled pretty damn well, and so I'm hoping he and Theo (the very cute, camp, single, kind biologist) shack up and become Gerry's guncles. Sinco Kosti clearly got executed or something. Not that the Durrels care.

- PLANT A VEG PATCH FOR GOD'S SAKE

- I did NOT like Louisa slashing Sven's accordian, it was a low, dirty, vindictive, needless thing to do. And I hates it waa laughed about by Sven. He said they're his children. I don't really like her now.

- Dennis brightens my day every time.

- But for real, can they try doing some things for others? To integrate? Period-typical social imperialism is what it is. Bah. Probably I'd be more annoyed if they were paratypical protoliberallefties.

- We stan Gerry's pet pelican.

[siena-sevenwits]

My February Reading Review

Lunatic by Dan Mazur - *** - Probably a 5 star rating in terms of the artistic quality and visual storytelling of the book (my appreciation for the sheer amount of thought and skill in technique was heightened by the little making-of appendix at the end,) but it hasn't stayed with me in any meaningful way, so I'm going rate the experience a three.

The Saga of Didrik of Bern translated by Ian Cumptsey - **** - My brother and I roared with laughter as we read aloud this fourteenth century Germanic-Scandinavian legendary cycle. How do I even begin to give a sense of what a strange set of stories this is? I'm decently steeped in medieval lays and tales of chivalry, but I had previous been exposed mostly to the French and English traditions. This - is something else. King Arthur's knights often fall, but when they do, there is a sense of tragedy to it, and noble deeds abound aplenty too. Didrik of Bern and his men are plain boors and their exploits are full of unintentional comedy. When Sir Eckia showed up briefly with the manners of a French tale of chivalry, the contrast could not have been clearer. I am going to treasure Weiland Smite, Wideke, Detsleff the Dane, and Hagen for years to come. At least now I know what all those illuminations with a knight breathing fire are about.

The Trial of Sherlock Holmes by Leah Moore - *** - Moore clearly has a love for the real Holmes and Conan Doyle, and she does an acceptable job evoking his atmosphere whilst taking it in her own direction. (I was about to say "invoking his spirit," but given Doyle's occultist tendencies, it felt too much like a pun.) However, the mystery itself was weak, but not in the way Doyle's mysteries are sometimes weak, and the ending didn't pay off with the resonance it had clearly tried to build up to.

Wayfarer by K. M. Weiland - **** - Oh, I thoroughly enjoyed this one! Superpowers in 1820 London, written with intelligence? Yes! While not a perfect book, it was so eminently my sort of book. I loved the cast, and I grew quite attached to Will. The theme of God being no respecter of persons was an interesting spine for such a story, and I liked the light touch with which it rant through the story. The progression of story beats was very satisfying. Atmosphere-wise, I feel like Weiland has watched the 2009 Little Dorrit, and she certainly loves her Dickens in general - so many little homages to him throughout. There were areas that could have been improved, but the book was just so tailor-made for me I don't mind.

The Garden of the Gods by Gerald Durrell - *** 1/2 - The final book in the Corfu trilogy. On the one hand, the eccentric characters and the lush naturalist passages are as wonderful as ever. However, I do note with dismay that there was decidedly more crude content to skip over than in some of Durrell's previous offerings (The first book was published in the fifties, and this one came out twenty years later - I suppose his publishers let him get away with more.) However, with the application of some blank stickers and a black marker, it's an enjoyable book. I'm a little sad to come to the end of the trilogy. Not that Durrell doesn't have at least five or six more memoirs I haven't read, but they won't have glorious Corfu and Spiro and the villas by the ocean. And I probably won't be seeing so much of Larry, Leslie, Margo, and Mother in the remaining books.

Still in progress: Made for Love by Fr. Mike Schmitz, The Valley of Fear by Arthur Conan Doyle, The Day is Ready for You by Alison Malee, The Nicholas Nickleby Story by Leon Rubin, The Shyness and Social Anxiety Workbook by Martin M. Antony, The Father's Tale by Michael O'Brien, The Epistles of St. Paul

DNF: In Calabria by Peter S. Beagle. I am thoroughly miffed about this one, because I was really enjoying the reflective prose and the ideas about inspiration and even metanoia in Bianchi's relationships with Romano, Giovanna, and the unicorn. But then late in the book and rather out of right field we got some content I didn't find acceptable popping up, so I had to leave it unfinished. I was about 70% of the way through - not far enough to count on my yearly challenge. Grr.

I think a good deal of the coming month will be devoted to finishing my books in progress, but I'll probably add something new so I can have an audiobook on the go after I finish Valley of Fear. I feel like I should pick a classic with some depth (possibly a full-cast Shakespeare play? I should finish "Othello"), but I also want to do A Conspiracy of Kings.

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Milo Parker in The Durrells (2016-2019) Episode #1.2

With the house falling apart, no help from the children and Margo besotted with Donald's friend Max Louisa is dependent on Spiros's local contacts and anxious to befriend another English woman, Florence Petridis, wife of the island's doctor though the two women get off to a bad start. However when Larry comes down with appendicitis Florence helps former medical student Theo and his Swedish friend, farmer Sven, to perform a - literal - text book operation. It is successful and Louisa is also pleased that Larry has earned the family some money by selling a story though Sven is offended when Louisa offers payment for his help.

[missbookiverse]

Urlaubslektüre aus den Fünfzigern

Meine Familie und andere Tiere von Gerald Durrell

Erstmals 1956 unter dem Titel My Family & other Animals erschienen. Ins Deutsche übersetzt von Andree Hesse, erschienen bei Piper.

Wie ich auf dieses wahllose Buch aus den Fünfziger Jahren komme? Piper hat es dieses Jahr mit einem so ansprechenden Cover neu herausgebracht, dass ich es im Buchladen entdeckt und spontan zu meiner Urlaubslektüre auserkoren habe. Beste literarische Entscheidung des Sommers!

Episodenhaft schildert der zehnjährige Erzähler wie seine schrullige Familie, bestehend aus verwitweter Mutter und drei älteren Geschwistern, 1935 von England nach Korfu auswandert. Dort entdeckt Protagonist und Erzähler Gerry das Paradies auf Erden, nämlich die kreuchende und fleuchende Flora und Fauna der griechischen Insel. Mit Leidenschaft und Enthusiasmus macht er sich an die Erkundung, Beobachtung und auch das Einfangen von Skorpionen, Käfern, Tauben, Eidechsen, Schildkröten und eigentlich allem, was ihm in die Finger kommt. Immer an seiner Seite: sein treuer Hundebegleiter Roger.

Das Erzählte offenbart sich einerseits in wunderschönen Landschaftsbeschreibungen und ulkigen Verhaltensdokumentationen der Tiere und andererseits im exzentrischen Verhalten von Gerrys Familie. Sein schießwütiger Bruder Leslie, seine modebesessene Schwester Margo, sein anderer Bruder Larry, der versucht Literatur zu Papier zu bringen und die Mutter der Vier, die ständig am Kochen ist und versucht, den Haussegen waagerecht zu halten. Diese skurrile Familie ist für sich allein schon Comedygold, aber wenn sie dann noch mit ihren britischen Ansichten auf die Welt der Korfiot*innen trifft, ist Chaos und Komik vorprogrammiert. Der Entstehungszeit geschuldet, das will ich hier nicht verschweigen, kommt es dabei auch zu rassistischen Äußerungen.

Davon abgesehen ist es aber ein Heidenspaß Gerry, seiner Feldforschung und seiner Familie zu folgen. Ich musste so oft laut lachen beim Lesen und meinem Partner witzige Stellen laut vorlesen. Da gibt es einen Kampf zwischen einem waghalsigen Gecko und einer Gottesanbeterin, freche Elstern (namens “die Eltern”), die mit verstellter Stimme Familienmitglieder beim Namen zurückrufen, wenn diese gerade das Haus verlassen haben; eine Taube, die sich zu fliegen weigert und Taxifahrer Spiro, der alles für die Familie besorgen kann, auch Goldfische, die es auf Korfu gar nicht gibt.

Der Autor Gerald Durrell, 1995 verstorben und seiner Zeit tatsächlich engagierter Naturforscher, schöpft in diesem (im Deutschen als Roman betitelten) Werk aus eigenen Erfahrungen. Er hat einen Großteil seiner Kindheit tatsächlich wie beschrieben auf Korfu verbracht und die Namen seiner Familienmitglieder stimmen überein, auch wenn viele der Erlebnisse sicherlich überspitzt dargestellt und narrativ ausgeschmückt worden sind. Es gibt übrigens noch zwei weitere Bände, über ihre Zeit in Korfu, bisher leider nicht auf Deutsch. Für die einwandfreie Übersetzung dieses Titels ist Andree Hesse verantwortlich. Die Sprache fließt so elegant dahin und Witz und Charme sprühen so mühelos von den Seiten, dass ich diese Leistung ganz besonders hervorheben möchte.

Wenn ihr zu den Glücklichen gehört, die ihren Sommerurlaub noch vor sich haben oder einfach mal wieder richtig gut unterhalten werden wollt, reist unbedingt mit den Durrells nach Korfu!

[gloria-ma]

“La mia famiglia e altri animali” – un’infanzia nella natura

Era sempre più chiaro che, lo volessimo o no, avremmo baciato i piedi di Santo Spiridione. Mi girai e vidi mamma che faceva sforzi frenetici per raggiungermi […] Alla fine, disperata, mandò a farsi benedire la prudenza e al di sopra di quella marea di teste mi sibilò: «Di’ a Margo… che non baci… baciate l’aria… baciate l’aria.»La mia famiglia e altri animali, Gerald Durrell Alcuni libri, alcune…

[grinchwrapsupreme]

it's so funny that from the very start Lugaretzia calls Leslie "best child" just because he learns a bit of Greek especially since at the start his primary personality trait is Shooting Things

[elizabethanism]

We always seemed to be chasing the sun.

— Margo Durrell

[queenkeeleyhawes]

The Durrells Digital Art

Obviously, I’m in my feels and wanted to create something else for the reshowing that is happening Sunday’s on ITV. Canva is pretty limited on things in terms of specifics so I had to take some creative liberties especially with  Larry and Margo. This took far too long (4 hours) for how basic it is, but when you’re bored and in your feels, you gotta do something. Maybe some of you will appreciate this anyway.

**Update: Originally, I had included Luga on here but the more I looked at it, the more I didn’t like it so I removed her. She was the hardest to find something for and while I’m sad to have taken her away, I think this just works a bit better.**

[margodurrells]

The Durrells 1.01 || 4.06

[swingamel-posts]

( Link drawings : https://www.instagram.com/p/BUkT_3SF0hF/ )

[genesbolly]

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