The Proserpina of Rhodesia

As usual, I might come off as a mental patient here.

But this whole thing is almost the perfect reason why not, for 'the wild', and the migratory life, and, somehow, for a certain sort of intellectual life.... There's the foppish, wierdo father, ("Nigel"), the frayed, hard-bitten mother, ("Marianne"), and, of course, the girl who runs into mud and shit and ruins her clothes because she thinks that she's a hero, ("Eliza"-- which, for me, recalls a different 'Eliza', {or Elizabeth or Lizzie}, who was, I think, only the *second* of five), and, of course, for every girl who runs into the feral jungle, there must be a chimpanzee companion, ("Darwin"), and there's also a monkey boy, ("Donnie"), and, last and thought least, a miserable, outcast, *stranded* girl who just wanted to be *pretty*. And Happy. (And that would be "Debbie.")

{And I do like poetry-- 'and afar, oh how far away, those nights shall be from the days that were.'}

And, if it were 1887, I suppose that she might be the Proserpina of Rhodesia, or something.

And, I mean, I suppose that the thing also had its redeeming qualities, (maybe), and it's funny moments, but basically, I just wouldn't find some of those jokes to be funny, in the way that I used to. ("Lord Nelson's Trousers!")

I don't know.

Call me crazy.

(7/10)