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Summary: If alive today, Ackerley would be a spokesman for the SPCA
Review: In "My Dog Tulip," J.R. Ackerley reflects on the joys and frustrations of owning an animal. Throughout the years of his dog's life, Ackerley strove (sometimes succeeding, sometimes failing) to meet the needs of this creature so different from himself. He writes in awe of and love for his dog, but he also writes of the vicissitudes of life with a canine-defecation accidents, periods of heat, veterinary visits.
I like this book primarily because Ackerley loves dogs as dogs, not as humans with fur and a tail, as pets to be brought under human will, or as objects to be bought and sold. Writes Ackerley, "Stupidly loved, stupidly hated, acquired without thought, reared and ruled without understanding, passed on or `put to sleep' without care, did they, I wondered, these descendants of the creatures who, thousands of years ago in the primeval forests, laid siege to the heart of man, took him under their protection, tried to tame him, and failed-did they suffer?"
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Summary: "a marvel of brilliance and shockingness"
Review: In fact that was from a review of some 45 years ago, but it will do for a title.I think My Dog Tulip is possibly the best book about dogs I have ever read. It doesn't suprise me to see that Elizabeth Marshall Thomas (The Hidden Life of Dogs) has written the introduction to the current edition, as Ackerley opened up some of the territory she was to explore. They remind me of each other quite a lot. In the first scene of My Dog Tulip, Ackerley meets a little old lady wheeling a little dog around the park in a pram. The dog is dressed up in a blanket and she is cooing to him like an invalid. It's obvious that this highly anthropomorphised canine is the sort of dog Ackerley wants NOT to portray. He commented at the time that he wanted to restore beastliness to beasts, and as E.M. Forster put it, Tulip is 'a dog of dogdom', not just 'an appendage of man.' My Dog Tulip lampoons the British middle class as well as human anthropocentrism in general. Ackerley's technique of combining shocking subject matter with a genteel, decorous prose style is always a joy to read. It's also definately the main reason he managed to get away with publishing this book in 1956. It's no small measure of the success of this balancing act, that a book which still manages to upset a minority of readers in 2001 was published in 1956 to general critical acclaim. What you get, if you buy My Dog Tulip, is a very detailed account of Ackerley's life with his dog Queenie (he changed the name to Tulip, only after it was suggested to him that 'Queenie' might cause some tittilation, as Ackerley had been a somewhat outspoken member of London's gay community for some time). At times it is hilarious - never more so than when he's poking fun at English propriety. At other times it is very touching, and at others there is a barely concealed anger against human arrogance. Yes, there are many, detailed descriptions of canine bodily functions - one chapter is titled 'Liquids and solids'. In my view Ackerley pulls this off with complete dignitiy, even if I'm reminded of Salvador Dali explaining to a shocked society lady how he covers himself with filth when he paints, but in order to attract "only the cleanest flies." When the real Queenie died, Ackerley was devestated, and never really recovered. The greatest achievement of My Dog Tulip is its final chapter 'The Turn of the Screw', where suddenly the style of the writing changes; the comic veneer is dropped, and suddenly all the imagery about life, death and reproduction make sense. Tulip is still with him, but time is against them. It is one of the most beautiful and moving ruminations on mortality that I've read.
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Summary: Hilarious and Touching
Review: It's hard for me to understand how some of the reviewers could have failed to appreciate Ackerley. If you've ever owned any kind of pet at all, this book is a must. To be sure, it's not for the squeamish--Tulip's romantic life is the one of the chief topics, and the author minces no words describing the tactics deployed by Tulip, her many canine suitors, and even her owner himself in his attempts to produce true-blooded offspring. But Ackerley approaches even this sensitive subject with both humor and a strange sweetness. He once wrote that Tulip was his true love, the only creature who loved him and whom he could love unconditionally, and after you read the book, you understand why. Tulip's character--defensive, offensive, protective, delicate, beautiful, affectionate, and ever-so-vital--is as moving as any portrayal of a mere human. Unmissable.
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Summary: I laughed--I cried
Review: So much more than a book about a man and his dog--I laughed, I cried. I laughed more than I cried as the author's way with words grew on me. Several months ago I heard about this book and author for the first time. The book was out of print and I could not find a copy online. I stumbled upon this new edition while browsing online and am so glad that I "waited" for this new version. The book is very attractive and unusual and I enjoyed the introduction which is new too. I'm now reading another book in this same new collection about the author's life--My Father and Myself--it puts My Dog Tulip into a new perspective and I may have to re-read it and if I do, I think I might cry more than I laugh this time around. Although when I looked again at the cover I had a private laugh. I'd recommend this book to almost anyone of any age. Parental guidance perhaps for My Father and Myself.
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Summary: Overrated
Review: The author's devotion to his pet, Tulip, and his determination to attend to her well-being were very touching. I also appreciated how he admitted to his mistakes in "dog-rearing." However, it seemed to me that all he talked about were the dog's biological functions, be it elimination or the reproductive cycle. There's nothing wrong with the topics but they took up the entire book--in particular, he went on for chapters about the dog's heat cycles. I started flipping through the pages very quickly toward the end.
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Summary: A dark and compelling study of what it means to be "animal"
Review: The mistake that's always made with this book is to see it (or worse, market it) as a cute little study of dog love--a kind of non-fiction equivalent, say, to LASSIE COME HOME. Ackerley's MY DOG TULIP is much better than that, and it's about as far from cute as you might imagine. Tulip does not emerge as very lovable at all: she barks and rushes and she makes messes and she seems to be constantly in heat. Ackerley's narrator, however, loves her no less for all this, and indeed seems wedded to her not only in spite of but because of her distressing physicality. The point this study is making is that to be an animal--like Tulip, or like her master--is to have a very unloveable body that needs to defecate and mate and bump into things. As we read further, we notice how the narrator's manners are not only at odds with these aspects of Tulip, but also with his own less-lovable traits: his jealousy, his snobbishness, his sense of entitlement. This is, in the end, largely a study of manners--and what manners must conceal in both dogs AND humans. If you take it as its meant, this is a very compelling little book.
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Summary: Hair-raising; not for dog lovers
Review: Well, a lot has been said about others about the grittiness of detail. I work as a vet tech & have 3 dogs, so I'm used to all that sort of thing but his descriptions even bother me. You wonder if the guy is quite right in the head. After going thru all sorts of misadventure trying to breed her, and watching the birth with fascination and tenderness, he immediately goes for a bucket to drown some pups because he's just realized that he can't have that many dogs in his apartment. Trying to take into account that this all took place a long time ago (by the standards of the dog behavior & training culture), this book still offends me and plain old gives me the creeps.
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Summary: An unsparing but affecting look at canine proclivities
Review: When "My Dog Tulip" was first published in 1956, it elicited both praise and derision from England's literati. Ackerley's colleague E. M. Forster hailed the book; Edith Sitwell declared it "filth." The most balanced and reasonable reading may have been from the novelist Julia Strachey, who noted in a private letter, "though entirely about dogs, [it] is a veritable little marvel of brilliance and shockingness. I don't know when I read anything so indecent, disgusting, touching, beautiful, and stylish." In spite of the critical attention, however, the book sold abysmally: two years later, half the first printing was still in storage, and no American publisher would touch it for nearly a decade. (Most of these details are culled from Peter Parker's excellent biography of Ackerley.) Although many people consider it a classic (and I too found it moving and extraordinarily witty), "Tulip" has only recently found an audience. The reticence and revulsion that even today greets this little book is usually in three forms. First, Ackerley wrote neither a cute book for dog lovers nor a user's manual; most of the book describes the sex life (real and frustrated) and excretory functions of his dog (whose real name was Queenie). Like Ackerley's other books, this one is intended to shock and occasionally disgust, and Ackerley seems positively obsessed with Tulip's libidinous needs and toiletry habits--so much so that his British publisher submitted it for legal review before printing it. Second, many of today's animal lovers are upset by a scene in which Ackerley considers killing some of Tulip's offspring. Never mind that he ultimately doesn't have the heart to do it: this practice was all too common fifty years ago, when neutering was not widely available. And, third--and perhaps most seriously--Ackerley certainly comes across as a curmudgeon (if not a downright creep), and his scorn of the "working classes" is harsh on egalitarian ears. But this book ultimately won me over. From the descriptions of Tulip's inopportune venues for defecation to Ackerley's hysterical attempts to find the proper mate for his beloved Alsatian, the humor, warmth, and playfulness of "My Dog Tulip" should appeal to most readers and especially to dog owners.
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Summary: Reviewers Trash Classic!!!
Review: Who is Kerry Fried, and why is s/he reviewing this classic? I read this book several years ago. As a story of a female shepherd and her owner, it is brutally honest, to the detail. Ackerley as a dog person, seems so indulgent and feeble. While reading, one must be mindful that the events took place in the 40's and in Briton. Perhaps he never had a dog before, and knew no better. Pups, off leash adventures, pooping issues. As subject matter, who but another shepherd lover would care. Who but a post modern dog lover would be appalled at the old fashioned beliefs and attitudes. But, and this is critical, but, the language is beautiful, the sentiment expressed is pure. And the final chapter, and final paragraph, are exquisite. I feel the passing of her life from his own, his long life stretching out so far beyond her sweet existence within it. I love my dog Olk as dearly, and dread his eventual loss. Nancy
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