Dear Volcano readers,
Our real-time read-along of Under the Volcano is taking place next Friday 1 and Saturday 2 November. All the details are here.
In the meantime, here is a brief biography of Malcolm Lowry.
Lowry was born on the Wirral in 1909 and went to sea after finishing school, working as a deckhand and coal-trimmer on a ship bound for the Far East, an experience that became the subject of his first novel, Ultramarine (1933).
After barely graduating from Cambridge University, he moved to Paris, where he married his first wife, and then to New York, where he concentrated on literature and drinking alcohol, having arrived, according to legend, with just one football boot and a copy of Moby-Dick.
In 1936 he travelled to Mexico, where he drank mescal and his marriage dissolved. He wound up in British Columbia, where he married again and lived in a squatter’s shack on the beach outside Vancouver.
After the shack burned down, Lowry travelled the world. He wrote an unfinished novel and several short stories about a character called Sigbjørn Wilderness, a ‘drunk of gargantuan proportions’, a writer who can’t write.
He had a vision of all his writings eventually forming a semi-autobiographical magnum opus under the title The Voyage That Never Ends, with Under the Volcano as the centrepiece.
Sadly he choked to death in his sleep, at the age of forty-seven, two years after returning to England.
He wrote his own poetic epitaph, which was not inscribed on his gravestone in Ripe, East Sussex:
Malcolm Lowry, Late of the Bowery, His prose was flowery And often glowery, He lived, nightly, and drank, daily, And died playing the ukulele.
In 1976 he was the subject of an Oscar-nominated documentary by the Canadian filmmaker Donald Brittain: Volcano: An Inquiry into the Life and Death of Malcolm Lowry. You can watch it here.
What else should we say about Lowry before we read Under the Volcano? Please do share any comments below.
Also, as promised, for those who are planning to drink along to Under the Volcano, here is the drinking schedule.
For the drink-along, you will require: anisette, Scotch whisky, sweet quince wine,1 Irish whiskey, mescal, dark German beer, tequila, Mexican lager, gin, vermouth and habanero.2
As I say, I do not intend to match Geoffrey Firmin’s quantities of the following and I wouldn’t advise it . . .
Friday, sunset an anisette at the Hotel Casino de la Selva [this drink is for completists only because Chapter 1 is in a different time-frame]
Saturday, 7 a.m. a ‘long shuddering’ whisky at the Bella Vista bar
7.30 a few slugs of sweet quince wine in a small shop on Calle Tierra del Fuego
9 a.m. a ‘long draught’ of Burke’s Irish whiskey on Calle Nicaragua
9.45 half a tumbler of mescal and a ‘fierce’ drink of Johnnie Walker
10am a foaming tankard of dark German beer [again, only for completists – this is a memory]
10.30 a long, deep drink from the tequila bottle
11.30 at least two bottles of Carta Blanca beer
12.30 ‘a stiff drink’ from a bathroom toothmug, and then another
1.30 one cocktail, the remains of three others and the rest of the shaker at Jacques’s house
1.50 two glasses of tequila at the Paris Café
2.10 three glasses of tequila at the Terminal Cantina El Bosque
3.15 a ‘short drink’ of habanero on the bus to Tomalin
3.45 the rest of the bottle of habanero at Arena Tomalin
4.30 two ‘small mescals’ and at least one beer at the Salón Ofélia in Tomalin
6 p.m. six mescals, the rest of bottle, two more mescals, and then ‘everything in sight’ at El Farolito, Parián
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I couldn’t find quince wine, so I’ve found some pear dessert wine instead.
I have Ancho Reyes, another chili liqueur.
I picked up the first (Canadian) edition of “Ultramarine” a while back for a few cents; it’s worth several multiples of that. I haven’t read “Volcano” yet (looking forward to it - with or without the “accompaniments”), but some of the others (“Hear Us, O Lord” and bits of “Lunar Caustic”). “Ultramarine” is clearly an early work; you can feel where he’s going - or at least wants to go, and of course all his usual themes are there. There’s sometimes a bit of clunkiness in the characterisation, but the best bits are his depictions of the sea.
If you're drinking Irish Whisky, you need the "e".