 
      
            
                                               
      ****The Hills Is Lonely
                                                         
                                               
      
by Lillian Beckwith
                 
                 
                                                                        
                    Reviewed November 21, 2001.
          
A Sonderbooks' Best Book of 2001
                 E. P. Dutton & Co., 1963.  207 pages.
  Available at Sembach Library (914.17 BEC).
                 
                 In an earlier review, I mentioned that I enjoyed the “English-speaker-moves-to-Southern-Europe 
        genre.”  I’m now going to have to revise the name I’ve given 
this     type   of books to the more general “Experiencing Another Culture 
genre.”        I realized that I’ve always enjoyed this sort of book, 
which includes   even    the Isobel Kuhn missionary books I read in elementary 
school.    There’s    an inevitable humor that comes up in the chance 
to look at yourself   through    the eyes of another culture, not to mention 
the misunderstandings   and amazing     new experiences.  There’s something 
eye-opening about   learning that    “normal” is completely relative.
                 
                 I believe that reading is an ideal way to learn to see the 
 world    through     different people’s perspectives.  True stories 
of a person    plunged   into  a new culture do that beautifully, and 
The 
 Hills Is Lonely,    is no exception.
                 
                 Lillian Beckwith, a teacher from the north of England, was 
 told   by  her   doctor  to take a complete rest somewhere in the country. 
    She  advertised   for  a place, and got a response from Morag McDugan
in   the Hebrides.     “I live by myself and you could have the room
that   is not a kitchen and  a  bedroom  reasonable.”  A later letter
told  her, “Surely its that quiet  here even  the sheeps themselves on the
hills  is lonely and as to the sea  its that near  I use it myself every
day for  the refusals.”  Miss Beckwith  cannot resist,  and ends up
arriving in the Hebrides along with a torrential  storm.   A rough sea
crossing and a disreputable taxi brought her to  her new home,  where she
and her luggage were flung over a wall to receive  a warm and wonderful 
welcome.
                 
                 It’s a tribute to Lillian Beckwith’s sense of humor that 
she   stayed    for   years, had her rest (?!), experienced the culture and 
made   warm friends.       She also produced a delightful book.  
This  one is worth tracking  down,    and some day I want to try her other 
two books, which are available  on the   commonreader.com website.  The
copy I read was loaned to me  by my knitting   buddy.  Thanks, Leah! 
                                                                        
                                                                        
                                                                        
                                                                     
 
                                                                        
                                                                        
                                                                        
                                                    
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