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A BOOK REPORT ON A VOYAGER OUT

Frank, Katherine. A Voyager Out: The Life of Mary Kingsley. Boston: Houghton Mifflin
Company. 1986
Katherine Frank's novel A Voyager Out tells the life story of Mary Kingsley. She talks of
her childhood, her young adult life, and her traveling life. She wanted to tell the world
what this woman explorer did for Africa. Mary Kingsley had a famous family, many of whom
were writers. Mary herself wrote two books. In her books however, she leaves out a lot
about her life. A lot of what Katherine Frank had discovered came from Mary's letters to
friends while traveling. Some people who were the recipients of her letters found it odd
that she put so much into her correspondences. In one case, she wrote a ten-page letter
to a friend. His response to her was that she was wasting many of her good stories that
could be published on a letter. Her response was to write him a six-page letter. She
loved writing. She also loved her voyages to Africa. 
Part of Mary Kingsley's reason for loving her travel abroad came from her childhood life.
Mary was born the daughter of a high-class man and his cook. George Kingsley was a writer
and came from a family of writers. He did not produce much however. He left a lot of his
works unfinished, and many others unstarted. Because he did not do much in his lifetime,
it has been said that his greatest gift to the world was his daughter. Her mother, Mary
Bailey, was the innkeeper's daughter. Four days after her father and mother were married,
Mary Kingsley was born. If her father had not married her mother, Mary would have been
bastard child of a destitute domestic. Mary would have only been able to lead a life of
servitude herself. Oddly enough though, most of her young life was lead in servitude. 
Mary lived a long life of isolation. During her adolescent years, her mother was her only
female role model of what a woman is supposed to be. Her mother was sick most of the time
and therefore Mary had to take care of her and the household chores. While her father was
off on one of his many voyages, Mary Bailey had the front windows of the house bricked
closed. The house was kept dark and stuffy. Growing up like this made a normal childhood
almost impossible for Mary Kingsley. Part of her mother's illnesses came from constant
worry about George. He went on many trips overseas and partook in many heroic adventures.
He would write home to his family about his adventures and this caused his mother great
grief. Because of the grief this caused Mary Bailey, George stopped writing of his
heroics to her, and instead wrote of them to his daughter. 
Mary Kingsley had to become a self-sufficient person. With her mother being bedridden and
her father being overseas, Mary grew up on her own. Being a girl, Mary was not given many
opportunities at an education. The only education she had paid for her was a class in
German. Most of her education came from reading her father's books. She taught herself
Latin, Physics, and Chemistry, which was an "unusual curriculum for even the most erudite
governess" (24). Mary and her father had similar reading interests and were therefore
constantly fighting over books to read. They were both interested in reading the same
book at the same time. George had a "volcanic temper" (27) so he was usually the victor
of the fights. 
There was one instance when Mary decided to leave home for a small vacation. Mary had
never been away from her home so this was a new experience for her. Only a short time
into her trip, her mother became ill and Mary had to return to take care of her mother.
After staying at her mother's bedside for quite some time, Mary Bailey's health improved
so Mary decided to finish her vacation. While gone this second time, Mary Bailey had a
stroke and Mary stayed home with her mother from then on. Mary was never able to leave
the home for a long period of time without her mother's condition worsening. Her father
became ill and was bedridden for a while as well so Mary was taking care of both of them.
George did eventually recover and so Mary was back to only having to take care of her
mother. One night that George was feeling particularly well, he went to bed never to
awaken. A month and a half later, Mary Bailey died as well. Mary felt her mother died
because she no longer had anything to hold on to. The death of her parents was somewhat a
relief to Mary. She was finally free to be on her own. 
For the rest of Mary's life, she dressed in black from head to toe. Part of this was out
of mourning. After a while, however, the black clothes became accustomed to her. The
hardest part of her parent's death was having to sort through their personal things. She
had to go through their old letters and personal papers and decide which things to keep
and which things to throw away. While sorting through her parent's belongings, she found
her parents marriage license and her birth certificate. This is when Mary realized just
how close to being a bastard child she was. She already felt like an outsider in her
family, and this only added to that feeling in her heart. 
Mary knew she had to get away. She wanted to travel to some of the places that she read
about. A family friend suggested that she travel to the Canary Islands. The idea thrilled
her. Unfortunately, Mary still had to look after her brother Charley. She felt that it
was her womanly duty to look after her brother. She did not mind it actually. The only
thing that bothered her was that her travel plans centered around his travel plans. Every
time Mary was ready to leave and thought that Charley was too, his plans would somehow
change or get put off. This gave Mary plenty of time to get ready for her voyage to
Africa. She was told many times by many people of all the diseases that were awaiting
her. This did not deter Mary though. She felt that she was ready for anything. She did,
however, realize the risk that was involved, and therefore wrote a will before she left
for her travels. 
On her journey, Mary brought with her two diaries, one for scientific information, and
the other for her own personal thoughts and psychological findings. She did not have a
lot of money so she traveled light. Most white people who traveled to Africa brought with
them an entire entourage and hired African porters to carry their luggage. Mary did not
want to set herself that far apart from the Africans. She traveled by trading goods and
this helped her immensely while traveling. She felt that the Africans related better to
her as a trader than they would have if she had come in empty handed. When the Africans
saw that she had something they wanted, they would welcome her into their home. She lived
off of food that the villages provided for her. 
Mary's mode of transportation for this first voyage was the ship The Lagos. While aboard
The Lagos the issue of death came up many times. Many of the people aboard had stories of
many white people who died making similar trips. The diseases that caused many of the
deaths affected the white people so greatly because of the fact that the white's immune
systems just were not able to handle the new climate and bacteria that the Africans had
grown accustomed to. While aboard the ship some of the passengers died. At each new place
that The Lagos stopped more and more deaths occurred. Still, Mary was not discouraged. 
While on this first voyage Mary discovered the sickening prejudice of miscegenation. Mary
was a strong defender of polygamy as well. Another unusual thing that Mary did was noting
in her two books the physical beauty of the African. Because the African wore little or
no clothing, it was probably the first time Mary had seen a naked body other than her
own. She was probably the first white person many of these Africans had seen so it was a
trade off of firsts. Mary had to deal with a lot of new issues in Africa that she had not
even dreamt of while she was back in England, but she used this to learn and grow. 
When Mary did finally return to England, she found it dull and lifeless. She was bored in
England and missed Africa. To help ease her "homesickness" Mary redecorated her flat. She
hung many African paintings and other artwork that she brought home with her. To add to
the pseudo-Africa, she kept the temperature in her flat turned up so that the heat was
like that of Africa. While in England helping her brother, she decided to write. It was
through her writing that her imagination was able to return to Africa. She wrote of the
people she met while in Africa and the various tribes she came across. Most of her
writings were about the scientific aspect of the tribe. There was also a personal touch
that she put in her writings.
Mary did not like being back in England and was excited to be able to return again two
years later. She spent the remainder of her time in England preparing for her next
voyage. For this next voyage, she had more money available to her because her publisher
really wanted her to write about these people. Even though she had the extra money, she
decided not to travel any more luxuriously than she had the first time. She felt that
traveling as a trader really helped her to connect with the people. She did not want to
set herself above the people she was there to get to know. Even though she could afford
it, she did not bring tinned food and other travel aids. She thusly decided to travel
light. When others heard that she was traveling light they asked her to bring things to
their loved ones for them. Mary, the nice woman that she is, could not say no. She ended
up having a lot of luggage because of the many care packages she was bringing to various
parts of Africa. 
While in Christianborg Mary discovered just how bad the white man's death toll was. She
was being given a tour of the Christianborg cemetery and she noted two wooden hoods
covering empty graves. When she asked what these were for, she was told that they always
had two graves dug ready for the white man to die. She was rather shocked at this
revelation, and did not at first believe the necessity for these graves. The tour guide
told her that just a few days past two men died before noon and then two more died later
on in the evening. Mary wrote about this in her books. She wrote a lot about death in her
books. As a matter of fact, most of everything Mary wrote about had a motif of death or
beauty. 
Part of Mary's interest in death had to do with the fact that she was largely responsible
for taking care of the ill that she came across. She never went anywhere without her
medical bag. In one case she volunteered to take the night shift of sitting up with an
ill man. She was used to sitting up at night with her mother so it was no big deal to
her. She made sure though that no matter what time she was up to, she took an eight-mile
walk. Sometimes she even took the walks while the person was asleep. She took the walk in
order to keep in shape as well as to discover new parts of the land. 
Helping to cure others was her skill in life. She worked so hard to make the diseases she
was told about before her first journey into something that the people could overcome.
She never put her health into her mind. She was always more concerned with the wellbeing
of others. She loved doing the good deeds that she did, even when they were not the best
condition.
Mary's finally voyage was to South Africa. When she arrived there she was told that her
job would be to help the Boer prisoners of war. Although the task was not pleasing, Mary
accepted the duty. The conditions that she worked in were deplorable. The "hospital" was
filled with about 200 wounded men in need of care, and only one doctor and three nurses.
Mary was rather busy with this task, and fortunately for her, over time the hospital got
a few more doctors and nurses, and even a few male orderlies. Mary wrote letters to
friends describing the conditions at the hospital. Typical Mary always added humor to
even the saddest of letters. 
One of Mary's final letters never got mailed to its recipient. The letter told of "the
stench, the washings, the enemas, the bedpans, and blood" (295) that she had to deal with
every day. Those were the things that Mary's entire life consisted of. She began her life
by taking care of her ill mother, crusaded all of her life by helping Africans and
British who were overcome by sicknesses found in Africa, and then later died from being
surrounded by diseases all of her life. She always took care of others, never worrying
about herself. One day she began to feel the same symptoms that she had for so many years
treated. She tried to keep silent, not wanting anyone to see her weakness. Finally, it
was impossible to hide the fact that she was sick. 
Mary's final days were spent in bed. She woke up one day with an intense stomach pain.
She was rushed into surgery performed by one of the doctors she worked with and had
become close to. He was convinced that the surgery had fixed her problem, but Mary knew
better. She knew herself well enough to know she was dying. She only had two dying
requests. The first being buried at sea rather than in a cold tomb that was waiting for
her back in England. She felt that she should be buried in the Cape of Good Hope where
she spent a great deal of her time. Her second request was hard for her friends to
fulfill, but out of love for Mary, they did. Mary wanted to die alone. She wanted to have
her final peace. She needed this. Her friends left her be. When she slipped into a coma,
they returned to her bedside and waited. 
In order to fulfill Mary's request to be buried at sea, her good friend and fellow doctor
also requested a military burial as well. She would not have permitted this because of
how humble she was. Many people felt that this military burial was the only thing
appropriate for a woman who did as much as she did. Her funeral was filled with many
solemn speeches and final words. Mary would not go out that way, however. She always had
to add that bit of humor to everything she did. When her casket was thrown overboard, it
was not properly weighted and therefore did not sink. Her coffin bobbed up and down in
the water for a while as her final goodbye. An anchor was eventually tied onto the casket
and the body of the great Mary Kingsley sunk into the water where she rested with the
beauty of the coral and pearls and other sea creatures surrounding her. 
Now for the opinion part. The book was great. Mary Kingsley was an extremely interesting
woman. She did many great things for those who not many wanted to help. However, the book
was not easy to read. The book was rather repetitive. Mary was born, helped the sick,
went to Africa, helped the sick, people died, she left Africa, went back to Africa,
helped the sick, people died, left Africa, went back to Africa, helped the sick... you
get the point. It was a little bit difficult for me to pick out the important details to
share with the class in this report. I did not want to bore the class with the same thing
over and over. Yes, I realize that Mary led an extremely wonderful life, and therefore
all of the details of her life should be considered important. However, some of them were
rather boring. 
Mary did a great deal of thing that should be looked up to and respected. I do respect
this woman that I have never had the chance to meet. The things she did were extremely
courageous. She put other people's lives ahead of hers. Never once did she stop and say,
"This could be dangerous to me." She was always willing to go above and beyond. It gives
me a great example of a way to lead a selfless life. I am not saying that I want to go to
the extremes that Mary did, but I think that I could definitely learn a lot about helping
others by following her lead. We all can. Mary crusaded to help those who did not get
help from others. She was a strong woman who did what she believed was right, not what
others thought was right. She was a pilgrim of some sorts. She began what others
eventually followed. Because of her, many others were willing to help those in need. 
I would recommend this book to any of those looking to find their own inner strength.
Reading of this woman's adventures gives a great deal of motivation to get out and do
something. If you are one of those who is thinking of going out and helping others and
crusading for justice, this book would do a great deal for you. However, this book needs
to be read in one sitting. If you read bits and pieces of this book at a time, it takes
too long and therefore drones on. That is the trap that I fell into. I read chapter by
chapter and it felt as if I was rereading the same part of the book over and over. 
Part of the difficulty in the reading might come from the fact that the book was written
about someone from that someone's own books. Confused? Mary wrote a few books and lots of
letters. She even wrote her father's book for him. The research that the author of The
Voyager Out based her writings on was Mary's own writings. A lot of the book therefore
was secondhand, and some was firsthand. At times it was hard to tell whether the
information was gotten from something Mary herself said or from an assumption Katherine
Frank got from reading Mary's writings. 
Another difficulty I found while reading the book was that most of Mary Kingsley's family
was named George, Charles, or Henry. Most of them also had one of those three for middle
names as well. The females were named Mary and Charlotte. In order to keep this tradition
alive, many of the men married women named Mary or Charlotte. Mary has a cousin Mary, her
mother is Mary, and she is Mary. Her Uncle Charles did a lot, but her brother Charley was
lazy. While reading I found myself having to reread in order to find out who was being
talked about at this time. For a good portion of my reading I was reading about Charley
thinking that her uncle was the one being referred to. I had to reread almost an entire
chapter once I discovered it was her brother. 
The audience of the book is most likely those who are already interested in doing similar
deeds. The book is not so much a call to action as it is a remembrance of this great
woman, therefore most of the readers probably already have some knowledge of what Mary
did based on their own experiences. I think if the book had been written more to persuade
others to get involved it would have been more interesting. Because the audience is
assumed to already be interested in what Mary did, I am sure most of the readers did not
get bored of the repetition of what Mary did throughout her life. 
In general I am glad that I read this book, although I am extremely glad that I am done
with it. If anyone else would like to read it, great! I would encourage you to go out and
gain knowledge of what this woman did to help the sick in Africa. It is a truly touching
story. If, on the other hand, you have other things to do, other tests to study for, or
parties to go to, I would suggest doing that first. 
Melissa Sibula
11-14-99