How Green Was My Valley

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How Green Was My Valley" is a book about nostalgia and it is told from the point of view of Huw, who is now an elder, but who reflects back on his life and his childhood in the valleys of Wales.

I loved that it detailed a way of life, harsh, but simple in a way, that is now lost for the most part. And on page 234, after the poetry of the words fills your soul, you can whip up some brandy broth to fill your belly: "O Brandy Broth is the King of Broth and royal in the rooms of the mouth. Apparently, there's three more books about Huw's life but they sound like utter rubbish, and seem to revolve solely around Huw being rich and horny. It sat in my house the entire time I was growing up, and I vaguely knew that it was a favorite of my mother's because of her Welsh ancestry.The characters are so vividly portrayed that they come alive even though none of them is given a thorough physical description. Huw is the youngest son in a large family and a lot of the book covers his brothers and sisters and their loves and heartbreaks as they come of age and marry and leave home.

He got his own back when two professional boxers taught Huw (Roddy McDowell) to box and themselves gave the teacher a lesson; later Huw did the same thing; the despicable deacon (Barry Fitzgerald) who hounded a pathetic young girl who was preYou’ve done an excellent job with your review and I thoroughly enjoyed reading your comments on this work, Lisa.

From helping his mother cook her bottomless, delicious meals in the family kitchen, to taking his weekly penny down to the taffy pullers for a length of homemade taffy, to watching his larger-than-life father and stout older brothers make the daily trek down the hill and home from the mines, Huw's life is filled to the brim with the sights and sounds and people of home. In the United States, Llewellyn won the National Book Award for favourite novel of 1940, voted by members of the American Booksellers Association.I had seen the film but years ago and I was struck when reading this by the similarities to the more recent film "Brassed Off" about the colliery closings in northern England (Yorkshire? Page 88, "O, blackberry tart, with berries as big as your thumb, purple and black, and thick with juice, and a crust to endear them that will go to cream in your mouth, and both passing down with such a taste that will make you close your eyes and wish you might live for ever in the wideness of that rich moment. I thought I would lead an army greater than Alexander ever dreamed of, not to conquer nations, but to liberate mankind. Well, I'm rather disappointed with this apparent 'classic' as quite honestly it was such a slog to get through.