I am only one third the way through this book and it has affected me like none before. I lay awake for 2 hours thinking about it, then picked it up and read it until the local rooster roused me from the books far away lands and dreams that were the author's reality.
It is not an easy read. Davidson's English is from a different world, peppered with words from a bygone age. However, it is not necessary to keep a dictionary at hand because his descriptions are so detailed - of people, places, events - that it is only too easy to form them in the mind.
To start a book with the line: 'This is the life story of a lover of boys' is indeed bold, brash and honest. This side of his character comes through time and again although he describes himself as 'shy' so many times - but his natural 'Childers' charm (his mother's side) causes him to overcome his shyness in the right situations. Picture him as a British Officer galloping naked into the see with his batty towards the end of the Great War! How brash! How exciting! If only I could ride...
His encounter and dare I say 'discovery' of WH Auden is poignant and memorable, likewise his short stay in Wormwood Scrubs for being made by nature a lover of boys. There is humour in most of his observations - and observe he does: from WW1 through the rise of Nazism, the Scrubs, Morocco, Itlay, Enlgand in the heydey '20's, people left over from Victorian times, class, communism, injustice and of course, beautiful boys from all over the world.
I cannot wait to finish and reread - oh so many times - this enchanting and true story of a man driven by a love that the 'ordinary' person seems so often to lack: ever hopeful, ever charitable and ever maternal.