So. Gay Neck seems like a fine little dude, bird, pigeon. I have no problem with him. He's heroic, and that's all good. But I just began to LOATHE the narrator, Gay Neck’s owner. He goes and directly or indirectly kills Gay Neck’s siblings, his mom, his dad, sells Gay Neck, and puts him in countless really terrible situations. (Maybe I’m biased because I have birds?)
When there is no love for the narrator, it is kind of hard to like the book. But hey, you learn several times that if you have no fear, your enemies can’t kill you. Noted.

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Gay-Neck, the Story of a Pigeon is a 1928 children's novel by Dhan Gopal Mukerji that won the Newbery Medal for excellence in American children's literature in 1928. It deals with the life of Gay-Neck, a prized Indian pigeon. Writing out of his own experience as a boy in India, Dhan Gopal Mukerji tells how Gay Neck's master sent his prized pigeon to serve in Word War I, and of how, because of his exceptional training and his brave heart, Gay Neck served his new masters heroically.

I really enjoyed this book. This is surprising for me. I just have the goal of reading all Newbery winners and so I picked this up not knowing a thing about it. I found out it was about a pigeon. I hate birds. I hate pigeons the most. I was not at all interested and it sat around for a good while.

I started reading and couldn't believe that I was on the edge of my seat at times. I mean...for crying out loud, it's a story about a pigeon! Things shouldn't be this dang tense. But they were and the images of India were beautifully described and the actions of war were full of suspense and dread. Dhan Gopal Mukerji did justice for the country, India, that you just don't see in other books. Yes, great images there but they really don't talk about the people and the culture in a human and positive way. Here, he does and it is wonderful and beautiful.

There are several gems in this book and here are a few of my favorites:

(After being told to place Gay Neck on his shoulder and say a prayer for courage) If you do that for a while, one day your heart, mind and soul will become pure through and through. That instant the power of your soul, now without fear, without hate, without suspicion, will enter the pigeon and make him free. He who purifies himself to the greatest extent can put into the world the greatest spiritual force....You have been told by Ghond, who knows animals better than any other man, that our fear frightens other so that they attack us. Your pigeon is so frightened that the thinks the whole sky is going to attack him. No leaf tumbles without frightening him. Not a shadow falls without driving panic into his soul. Yet what is causing him suffering is himself. -Gay Neck

May the north wind bring healing unto you,
May the south wind bring healing unto you,
May the winds of east and west pour healing into you.
Fear flees from you,
Hate flees from you,
And suspicion flees from you.

Courage like a rushing tide gallops through you;
Peace possesses your entire being,
And serenity and strength have become your two wings.
In your eyes shines courage;
Power and prowess dwell in your heart!
You are healed,
You are healed,
You are healed!
Peace, peace, peace.-Gay Neck

Whatever we think and feel will colour what we say or do. He who fears, even unconsciously, or has his least little dream tainted with hate, will inevitably, sooner or later, translate these two qualities into his action. Therefore, my brothers, live courage, breathe courage and give courage. Think and feel love so that you will be able to pour out of yourselves peace and serenity as naturally as a flower gives forth fragrance.

Peace be unto all!-Gay Neck

I won't be remembering this story word for word, but I will remember that at this time in my life this is what my heart and soul needed. ( )

The story of training and caring for a carrier pigeon

I liked it - and I would have loved it, as a 'tween avid reader in the late 60s. I loved learning about other cultures - and the culture here is not just the Buddhist & Indian, but also that of carrier pigeons. And I would have just loved the nifty big words. But yes, the Buddhist philosophy would have made a big impact on me.

Yes it's akin to Kipling's Just So Stories but also to Felix Salten's stories, like Bambi and Perri. (Salten was another author disturbed by war, a Jew, whose books were banned by Hitler.)

The illustrations are also wonderful. I probably would have attempted to create my own, as inspired by them. The abstract designs look doable, even by someone with my limited talents - and the birds, elephant, etc are amazing.

I think it seemed odd" or "dated" to some because they were expecting more of a novel. Once I started to read it as Philosophical Memoir I was more comfortable and appreciative.

The more I think about it, the more it sings to my heart. Though as I was reading I was thinking 3*s, by the time I'm done writing this review I'm sure it'll be at least 4*s.

And now for the book-dart marked passages:

"It is a pity that we have to win our pigeons' confidence by feeding their stomachs, but alas! I have noticed that there are many men and women who resemble pigeons in this respect!" (Gay-Neck)

Speaking of the geese, Gay-Neck says, "Compared with them, we pigeons seem paragons of cleverness."

The pigeon also says, provocatively, "Why is there so much killing and inflicting of pain by birds and beasts on one another? I don't think all of you men hurt each other. Do you? But birds and beasts do. All that makes me so sad." Well, Gay-Neck was in old India at the time, among vegetarian Buddhists. I'm sure he wised up when he became a carrier pigeon in France in WWI.

The author/main character says of the Hindu tradition of cremation, "Their ashes are scattered to the winds, and no place is marked or burdened with their memory." Lovely thought, imo.

He also observes, about zoos, "What a pity that most young people... must derive their knowledge of God's creatures from their appearance in prisons! If we cannot perceive any right proportion of man's moral nature by looking at prisoners in a jail, how do we manage to think that we know all about an animal by gazing at him penned in a cage?"

And even scavengers have a fitting place in the ecology, as Mukerji tried to show us decades before the Green movement, "They had already learned that someone had died and they must clean up the jungle."

Yup, the more I think about this book and look it over and reread bits, the more I'm enchanted by it. I do wish I'd read it when I was a child. I hope I've talked you into spending some time with it.

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