Animal Magic [antikvár]

Mike Hollist and I once took tea with a Kenyan lioness. Wewere wedged into the back of George Adamson's Land Rover,the tailgate was down, and a large hungry she-beast was snufflingaround behind us, impatient for her treat - a camel's head. Iwas trying to decide whether to scream or weep. 4That'd be alovely picture," Mike murmured wistfully, groping for hiscamera. A truly dedicated man!Born in Salisbury in England, and still a bit of a country laddespite twenty-five years in London's Fleet Street with the DailyMail\ Mike is among the most gifted men I know and the mostmodest by far - a rare combination. He has won any numberof international awards, for instance, but when reminded of it,keeps muttering how lucky he's been Patience and flair make him a superb animal photographer -though he's a superb anything photographer - and I'm pleasedthat some of his best work is safe between covers at last. I haven'tmentioned Mike's sense of fun, because that's obvious from theoffbeat moments, visions and insights shared here.If he hadn't let me write the captions, this well-deserved ravewould have been framed in chillier terms, and I would havewritten an exposé of Hollist's darker side, including hisimpersonation of ex-Prime Minister Harold Wilson, completewith pipe Shaun Usher