When first published in England in 1956, Tulip was considered shocking because of what one reviewer called its “scatological and gynaecological detail.” But while the messy details are certainly present in abundance (chapter 2, for example, is entitled “Liquids and Solids”), to be put off by them is to miss the forest for the trees. For it is precisely J. R. Ackerley’s frank, unashamed, and often hilarious discussions of his beloved Alsatian’s bodily functions, her insistent animality, which bring this particular dog to such vivid and unforgettable life.
I don't really consider myself a "dog book" person, but this is a dog book unlike any other. I also highly recommend Ackerley's "My Father and Myself" and "We Think the World of You" (which is another rather perverse man-and-his-dog story). Haven't read his "Hindoo Holiday" yet, but expect to enjoy that one just as much.
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