Kenneth Anderson (writer) - Books

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HUNTING BOOKS:

  • Nine Maneaters And One Rogue (1954)
  • Man Eaters and Jungle Killers (1957)
  • The Black Panther of Sivanipalli and Other Adventures of the Indian Jungle (1959)
  • The Call of the Man Eater (1961)
  • This is the Jungle (1964)
  • Tiger Roars (1967)
  • Tales from the Indian Jungle (1970)
  • Jungles Long Ago (1976)
  • Jungles Tales for Children

OTHER PUBLICATIONS:

  • The Fires of Passion (1969)

OMNIBUSES:

Kenneth Anderson Omnibus Vol. 1

  • Tales from Indian Jungles
  • Man-Eaters and Jungle Killers
  • Call of the Man-Eater

Kenneth Anderson Omnibus Vol.2

  • The Black Panther of Sivanipalli
  • The Tiger Roars
  • Jungles Long Ago

In addition to the themes of adventure and survival, Anderson also expounds on his love for India, its people, and its jungles. He was a firm believer in the power of alternative medicine and always carried a box containing various kinds of natural herbs from the jungle with him. He refused treatments based on Western medicine and died of cancer at the age of 64 on 30 August 1974. {However, when he was mauled once by a man-eating tiger, he writes that he had taken a shot of penicillin to counter the possible infection. So it would be incorrect to say that he refused Western medicines.}. This incident is described in his book "Man Eaters and Jungle Killers" in the chapter entitled "The Maurauder of Kempekarai". His last book, Jungles Long Ago, was published posthumously.He also wrote a novel called the "Fires of Passion" which highlighted the situation of the Scottish people in South India".

In his introduction to Tales from the Indian Jungle, Anderson writes: “He appears to be of the jungle himself, and we get the impression that he belongs there. This is the home for him and here is the place he would want to die; the jungle is his birthplace, his heaven and his resting place when the end comes.”

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