From adventurer, explorer, photographer, writer, pied piper Peter Beard eleven irresistible tales, told to his daughter in his tented encampment at Hog Ranch, Kenya, about life, about living, about Africa.
He writes of the East African hills he came to know so well over four decades, where time slows to infinity in a great bottomless, bottle green underwater world . . . about Nairobi in the 1950s, still a quaint, eccentric pioneer town, full of characters of all stripes and tribes, where rhinoceros roamed the streets and local residents went to the movies in pajamas.
He writes of the camp he built twelve miles outside of Nairobi so that he would never be off safari, a forty-acre patch of bush called Hog Ranch (abutting Karen Blixen's plantation), named for the families of warthogs who wandered into camp, a camp populated with waterbuck, suni, dik-diks, leopard, giraffe, and occasionally lion and buffalo.
In Big Pig at Hog Ranch, Beard tells the story of Thaka (translation from the Kikuyu: handsome stud ), Hog Ranch's number-one, fearsome, 300-pound warthog, who came into camp and dropped to the ground happy for a vigorous tummy rub, and who one night, lying in his favorite position, munching on corn and barbeque chicken, was encroached upon by a bristly haired, wild-looking boar hog. All three hundred pounds of Thaka exploded straight at the hairy intruder, the two brutish, bony heads crashing together thundering through the camp and Peter witnessed the unleashed power the bullish strength of the wild pig . . .
In Roping Rhino, Beard tells of his first job in Africa, rounding up and relocating rhinos for the Kenya Game Department with his cohort and neighbor, a weather-beaten native of Old Kenya who thrived on danger and refused to bathe and of the enormous silver-backed rhino bull that became their Moby Dick . . .
He writes of his quest to photograph overpopulated and habitat-destroying elephants for Life magazine on the eve of Kenya's independence . . . of his close encounter with the legendary man-eating lions of Starvo (descendants of the famed beasts rumored to be immune to bullets, who in the late nineteenth century halted the construction of the Mombasa railroad, devouring railroad workers and snatching sleeping passengers from their Pullman berths in the dead of night to make a meal of them), who charged the author, coming in slow motion, like a bullet train erupting out of a tunnel, soundless, like an ancient force.
He tells of his round-the-clock adventure tracking and studying crocodiles with a game warden biologist at Lake Rudolf, a tale that begins with one crewmember being grabbed from behind by a ten-foot crocodile and another doing battle with an almost prehistoric monster fish a 200-pound Great Nile perch . . . and he writes of the final wildlife encounter that ended his safari days, an incident that proved Karen Blixen's motto: Be bold, be bold . . . be not too bold.
"Zara's Tales" confirms to our constant surprise and delight that nothing out of the ordinary happens. It's just Africa, after all.
About the Author
Born in New York City in 1938, Peter Beard began taking photographs and keeping diaries from early childhood. By the time he graduated from Yale University, he had developed a keen interest in Africa. Throughout the 1960s and '70s he worked in Tsavo Park, the Aberdares, and Lake Rudolf in Kenyas's northern frontier. His first show came in 1975 at the Blum Helman Gallery, and was followed in 1977 by the landmark installation of elephant carcasses, burned diaries, taxidermy, African artifacts, books and personal memorabilia at New York's International Center for Photography. In addition to creating original artwork, Beard has also worked as a Vogue photographer and collaborated on projects with Andy Warhol, Andrew Wyeth, Richard Linder, Terry Southern, Truman Capote, and Francis Bacon. In 1996, shortly after Bear was trampled by an elephant, his first major retrospective took place at the Centre National de la Photographie in Paris, France, followed by shows in Berlin, London, Milan, Stockholm, Tokyo, and Vienna, among others. He lives in New York City, Long Island, and Kenya with his wife, Nejma, and daughter, Zara.
“Beard’s memoir, dedicated to his daughter, Zara, has the delicious suspense of a tale told to a child — one who knows the teller escaped to tell his story . . . There are moments of quiet beauty . . . and wild days . . . Composed with a writer’s ear and a photographer’s eye, this is a book to share, something for both the young Zaras and sophisticated Peters.
“A gem. [Written] with both tough-guy nonchalance and contemplative lyricisim . . . Handsomely illustrated with Beard’s photographs . . . Captivating and hair-raising escapades . . . At once dashing and philosophical.
–Donna Seaman, Booklist