My Animals and Other Family is a clever play on the title of a Gerald Durrell book, for which the author got permission from Durrell’s family to use. The author is Clare Balding, a UK National Treasure. She went from amateur jockey (leading lady amateur), to racing reporter, to TV sports reporter, to Olympics anchorwoman, to presenter on all sorts of interesting programmes. Suffragettes, hill-walking, dog-training (oh, she anchors the Crufts Dog Show reporting, too). And… she was a Very Naughty Schoolgirl!
This is Saturday, which is book review day on my blog, and M is the letter of the day for the A to Z Challenge, so it all fits together nicely. My Animals and Other Family also gives me an M in my Alphabet Challenge, and my first non-fiction challenge ‘tick’ of the year as well.
My Family and Other Animals
Clare Balding grew up in a rather unusual household. Her father a champion trainer, she shared her life with more than 100 thoroughbred racehorses, mares, foals and ponies, as well as an ever-present pack of boxers and lurchers. As a toddler she would happily ride the legendary Mill Reef and take breakfast with the Queen.
The running family joke was that “women ain’t people”. Clare had to prove them wrong, to make her voice heard – but first she had to make sure she had something to say. [Goodreads, abridged]
I’ve been a fan of Clare Balding for quite a while. I’ve been a fan of horses even longer. Much longer, as it turns out, since she is considerably younger than me, although somehow her upbringing seems to belong to my era, since the ‘upper classes’ were about twenty years behind your average suburban kid in terms of exposure to modernity.
Clare comes from an in-between world, where her father works all hours and is paid by extremely rich people to train their horses to earn them zillions more money. (NB. The quickest way to become a millionaire in racing is to start as a billionaire). Yet they don’t themselves have much, and what they have goes in keeping up appearances. While Clare has a series of ponies to do pony-things with (I could do that once a week, on Saturday mornings, and my brothers thought me spoilt), she has not much else. Certainly not attention from her parents. She’s too posh for the local school and too poor for the boarding school she attends as a teen. It’s a fascinating insight into the class structure of England.
She tells with disarming candour how she was led astray, into shoplifting and missing school. Fortunately her teachers spot the talent within her and move her away from the bad influences. I wonder what careers those bad influences had. Are they crashing through the glass ceilings in the City? Did they marry well and now farm out the kids to a succession of nannies? Clare’s desire to be part of the ‘set’ and uphold the loyalty she has misguidedly given them reflects the values her parents gave her as a child, and nurtured through her relationships with dogs and ponies.
captures its essence perfectly
Some may find the structure of the book: dog/pony and the growing up she went through with each, somewhat odd. With some of the animals there is little to tell, a sort of bookend for the main events. With others, she lovingly discusses the trials, tribulations, adventures and sadnesses she experienced with them. To someone who holds a mental image of that part of the country (western Berkshire; rolling chalk downs and small towns), it captures its essence perfectly. Clare uses words in print as fluidly as she uses them in live television; she captures the moment brilliantly.
I was pre-disposed to enjoy it, but even I found the later chapters, about her racing career, a bit tedious. I got the impression she did too! It had to be told to get to the end. I wonder whether a further edition will come out in later years, about all the adventures and controversies she’s had since. But as an insight into the youth and times of a very particular family, it’s fascinating.
Not a book for everybody, but people who admire her work, or who were pony-(or dog-)mad, will probably enjoy this as much as I did.
What about you? Did you have companion animals when you were growing up? How important were they to you?
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I bought CB’s book on rambling, because it included a walk with the Women’s Library (before my time), but it’s still on my tbr pile. I confess I find her a bit irritating. There was that incident with the jockey’s teeth, though I gather he didn’t take offence so I suppose I shouldn’t, but I haven’t yet forgiven her for the patronising put down of Rhona Martin at the Winter Olympics.
Yes, early days of her commentating career, and Mattie Bachelor had just won the National, if I remember rightly. Excruciating. I missed the Rhona Martin one. But I prefer her to nearly all the other sports reporters these days.
I don’t watch much sport other than tennis. I don’t think she adds anything when she appears at Wimbledon. Now, Sue Barker, I like her!
Its an amazing experience to own a pet, but it entails lot of care and other activities. I am sure this book must have been very enjoyable!
I grew up in the middle of the Kent countryside, and my aunt owned a farm, so I was surrounded by animals, sheep, cows, dogs, cats, but I think companion animals have become more important to me as I have added on the years. We had cats when I was a child, and then a dog, but it was not until I left home and lived alone that my cats began to really keep me company. I no longer live alone, but I still love my cats and I miss our dog, who died 18 months ago.
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My mom grew up with livestock, so she rather discouraged us from having pets. We fed a fair number of stray cats, and raised rabbits (for food) for a while, but none of the pets came indoors. That was good, because I realized later that I was pretty wildly allergic to cats, and most other animals were at best unhelpful for my allergies. I as only able to fantasize about riding horses but knew everything about it—in theory!
I’ve always had animals around. Cockatiels, budgies, rabbits, dogs and now chickens and horses (along with my rottweilers, of course). Each mark a time in my life. I’ll probably get cockatiels again — I love the sound they make 🙂
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