I think it is fair to say, in easy to
read chunks, Swift is far more accessible in this format but most
especially we learn that he is a fly fisher who, after youthful dabbling,
came to it as a passion in later life, something to which many of us would
incline a nod of recognition. In Fishing with Ted, Swift relates how
he regularly fished with poet laureate Ted Hughes, mostly in Devon and
was taught some semblances of skill by none other than friend of this
parish, David Profumo. The book is definitely worth the price of admission
for these two chapters alone. Here is a taste of what to expect:
Fishing, if you think about it in a
certain way, is a fairly silly, childish activity, absurdly pursued by some
till their dying day, a thing of no virtue or importance. This doesn’t stop
it offering up to fishermen moments of ineffable triumph that imprint every
flash of their glory permanently on the brain, or moments of abysmal
disaster that will never, ever be forgotten or exorcised. Such dramatic
highs and lows life itself doesn’t necessarily or so reliably or so
intensely provide.
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