The Chronicles of Clovis
Saki (H.H. Munro)
(CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform, Dec. 25, 2016)
Knowing that the motherless young Henry Munro spent much of his youth with puritanical Edwardian relatives, one can only imagine the living models for his memorable characters. Filboid Studge and Mrs. Packletide may be stuck with Dickensian monikers, but it is the next society invitation rather than meal that concerns them. None is a match for the wit and wiles of the young gallant Clovis, resident companion, storyteller, and maker of mischief. ————————————————————— “A strange exotic creature, this Saki, to us many others who were trying to do it too. For we were so domestic, he so terrifyingly cosmopolitan. While we were being funny, as planned, with collar-studs and hot-water bottles, he was being much funnier with werwolves and tigers. Our little dialogues were between John and Mary; his, and how much better, between Bertie van Tahn and the Baroness. Even the most casual intruder into one of his sketches, as it might be our Tomkins, had to be called Belturbet or de Ropp, and for his hero, weary man-of-the-world at seventeen, nothing less thrilling than Clovis Sangrail would do. In our envy we may have wondered sometimes if it were not much easier to be funny with tigers than with collar-studs; if Saki's careless cruelty, that strange boyish insensitiveness of his, did not give him an unfair start in the pursuit of laughter. It may have been so; but, fortunately, our efforts to be funny in the Saki manner have not survived to prove it.” — A. A. Milne