Sorting through my father’s hoard: Rudyard Kipling


“Now, when they ask you what you like to read, don’t mention Kipling.” Dad’s words of wisdom when I was preparing for university interviews; probably not best, he agreed, to profess admiration for he who wrote of The White Man’s Burden and Gunga Din. I love Kipling, but I’ll be the first to admit he’s politically incorrect and hasn’t exactly aged well.

Still, it must have pained Dad to have to acknowledge that Kipling has his problems, and his detractors. Not for nothing did he have a shelf filled with the man’s work:

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