Around the World in 100 Days
As of late, I have been digging around my old collection of childhood novels with a strange feeling that I am missing the presence of someone I am really never around, but somehow know that they should be around. Funny enough, during my novella nostalgia, I came across a book by Gary Blackwood- ‘Around the World in 100 Days’.
‘Around the World in 100 Days’ was the attempt to give a sequel to the famed ‘Around the World in 80 Days’ adventure, which we all grew up reading at some point. Here we find Harry (not so little as how he was in the previous adventure) a grown man in body, ambitious and wealthy but directionless. He seeks his own adventure outside the purview of his father’s claim to world quest. Along the path he gets into trouble, lots of trouble and although his ambitions were as high as his father’s, he tumbles and fumbles (the fumbling part more often than his other shortfalls especially under pressure). Nonetheless, he makes it.
As with all happy ending fables, his success wasn’t without hiccups. And oh did Harry have a few! Especially sabotage from within! The essence of the story (for all those who neglected collecting a library card): Harry travels the world in 100 days in a steam engine car, with a gang of friends to ultimately win a bet with his father. The end. Or is it?
******* Fables normally tend to depict some form of reality, whether metaphorically or with an explicit analogy – and it doesn’t have to align in the same time continuum. As of now, I believe Gary Blackwood lives in our little Helen of the West, rewriting his tale of trippy trips adventures. What a tale this one will be. Of trip after trip guised as selfless sacrifices of extra leg room, Mediterranean dishes and Chiney Tupperware. What a pain that must be!
Racing against time, to cover the world in 100 days before his 100 days are up (but who’s counting?), our Harry will have to accomplish the greatest feat yet- spotting the inside Judas before he faces the same fate as his predecessors. Then again, from what I’ve heard, the brother is already in camp. And he isn’t the one brewing the coffee.
It’s a good thing Harry doesn’t catch feelings; he catches flights. Besides, he already won daddy’s bet. He can tumble fumble all he wants, ‘cause who is really paying attention? Particularly when his gang members seem to be holding down the fort in his absence!
Adios until next time …