Eric Newby’s Love and War in the Apennines
The Guardian blogs about Eric Newby – one of the truly great travel writers who died in October.
“We were captured off the east coast of Sicily on the morning of the 12th of August, 1942, about four miles out in the Bay of Catania. It was a beautiful morning. As the sun rose, I could see Etna, a truncated cone with a plume of smoke over it like the quill of a pen stuck in a pewter inkpot, rising out of the haze to the north of where I was treading water.”
That’s the first paragraph of Eric Newby’s Love and War in the ApenninesÂ and, as I’m sure you don’t need me to tell you, it’s a corker.Â