Friday, 27 March 2015

Auteur's library



J. M. Barrie

Peter Pan

1911

A surprising read for I had in mind the image of Peter Disney had stuck in there. And while it is safe to say that now I like Peter less, I can also say that after the very first chapter I started wishing the book itself would end up as one of my favourites. It didn’t. 
You get a pleasure in the humorous telling, the writing, that you never really get from what it tells you. The adventures are more sad than adventurous and the Darling bits too precious to really appreciate their antagonist, Neverland. The writing style lost its shine as soon as we landed on Neverland; it got in the way of the adventures, like an annoying veil you just wanted to push aside; or else, Neverland got in the way of our falling enthralled with that style.
It is as if the author knew he had something good here, and dangerous, hidden within the treasure box of Neverland, but could not bring himself to uncover it. He let down the critique for the sake of the irony. You get that close to caring for the characters and their stories, but you’re too busy flying above them all to ever do so. Because Barrie never gets seriously into the adventures, it’s well easy_ too easy_ for the reader to get out.
A fine book to read, but not perhaps one that leaves a lasting impression. All its best themes ((never) growing up; the unkindness of childhood) are worth much more going into, and you turn that last page with a slight regret. You wanted to know so much more about Mrs Darling's kiss! But then, that would not have pleased Peter...


P.S. positive and less positive racial stereotypes.

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