She will be remembered for my childhood hero ‘one shot Finch’. Atticus was my hero for this one-shot description when I read the book. The movie gave him a face of Gregory Peck and continued to remain my hero
Walter Mitty… Of course, Mitty is my alter-ego.
It took a while for me to realize that Harper Lee was a woman, and perhaps that’s why the passion is at its best.
Then Scout is a girl.
My job and duty took me to Zimbabwe, formerly Rhodesia. The stories I listened to the stanchart staff during my frequent visits from London, made me realize what ‘to kill a mocking bird’ is all about.
Black people were not allowed to walk on this road, said Farai when she walked with me after the office. She and her colleagues told me the frightening and disgusting stories of apartheid.
The huge guy sitting across to me in the British airways flight from Jo-Berg to London was all in excitement when a frail and bend elderly man walked in. He said ‘Ian Smith’
For once I didn’t want to be Walter Mitty, but the size of the Africaner dissuaded me. Instead I let Mitty to give the biggest prepatator of apartheid a lesson of his life.
Another childhood reading, though with no connection to mockingbird, influenced me is JBPriestly’s Laburnum Grove. I remember it when I was caught with small acts of mischief and the comment ‘minda poocha kalamudakkum’. (Silent cat will break the cooking pot).
But then the minda poocha got away with murders.
The influence of stories and their good absorption make the reader a better person.
Perhaps I have a story…