J. R. Ackerley (1896–1967)

This is an excellent memoir/book. Ackerley writes beautifully, he's open and honest (amazingly so for a Brit!) and joy to read. This could well be fiction, but it's not, or only so far as everything written has a trace of fiction. If you find, late in your life, that you didn't ask enough questions of your parents while they were still alive, you'll find you're not alone and in fact, in good company.

This is a lovely book, beautifully written, with great detail of the place and time (the 1920s in India) and colorful characters, some very likeable and others truly frustrating. If you like the writing, also look for My Dog Tulip. I have yet to read that one, but I saw the film version and it was super.

A really sweet love letter of a book from a man to his dog. I did learn more about the reproductive cycle of a female dog than expected.

first published in 1956