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Did I just cry through the entire (admittedly short) last chapter of a children's book? Seriously????
OK, let's get the preliminaries out of the way first. This is very much a period piece - and, for better or worse, and I can't imagine my (now grown) kids having got through this ... or, for that matter, sitting through the first few chapters of the book, even if someone was reading it to them. For kids who grew up with (or, even more so, traveled with) video games (and video game consoles) and DVD players (or VCR's) and, yes, the Internet, well, ... it's a bridge too far. And, sure, my kids are (and were) very much urban/suburbanites ... so the fascination and satisfaction with (or interest in) a garden ... just doesn't resonate .... But, ultimately, that's just the (by today's standards, painfully slow) opening gambit.
Also, this is no Time Traveler's Wife, (a personal favorite), even though that was the book that kept popping into my mind as I read this. Obviously, it's a children's book; as noted above, it's (extremely) dated; I must admit, I didn't love the prose - by modern standards, it's heavy and stilted and ... not just British, but formal/stuffy to the point of distraction....
But ... but ... but ... if you can get through the first third (which, I admit, was more plodding and off-putting than I expected), it slowly starts to grow on you. ... And it's worth it, because ... it's a slender volume (again, it was written for kids), so as you get towards the final portions, the mosaic starts to assemble, and the heart of the piece begins to expose itself. ... And the end, well, ... as predictable as it is (OK, OK, it was written for kids, not adult sleuths raised on a broad range and healthy diet of whodunits) ... is ... sublime? precious? touching? appropriate? ... ultimately, very nicely done.
In any event, this was a book I'd been hearing about ... forever.... Many authors refer back to it (for a host of reasons) ... and many describe it as a formative work (although, frankly, others suggest the hype - even at the time - was overrated), so I finally got my hands on a copy. I have a hard time grasping how it became so popular in the 1950's and 1960's, but kid's books (and literature) were different. (It is what it is.) ... Nor do I have any recollection of my parents reading it to me ... or reading it myself.... Nor have I seen any of the three (3 ?!?!?) BBC adaptations, the movie, or the stage performance. But here's my point: this clearly resonated with an entire generation of Brits (and plenty of others as well) .... regardless of how it stood the test of time....
Random observation: It's kind of funny reading this in 2019, when (sadly, inexplicably, maddeningly) a significant segment of our society seems willing to tolerate (if not facilitate) the return of measles to the public consciousness. I'm guessing that - until the news stories of the recent outbreaks - my kids had never given a moment's thought to measles, didn't know anyone (other than their parents, of course) who had contracted measles, or could envision the concept of family separation or isolation due to measles quarantine. But who knows? Maybe (and I fervently hope this is not the case), the next generation will be more familiar, sympathetic, and empathetic to kids with measles as the disease again gains traction and returns to the mainstream. Alas.
OK, let's get the preliminaries out of the way first. This is very much a period piece - and, for better or worse, and I can't imagine my (now grown) kids having got through this ... or, for that matter, sitting through the first few chapters of the book, even if someone was reading it to them. For kids who grew up with (or, even more so, traveled with) video games (and video game consoles) and DVD players (or VCR's) and, yes, the Internet, well, ... it's a bridge too far. And, sure, my kids are (and were) very much urban/suburbanites ... so the fascination and satisfaction with (or interest in) a garden ... just doesn't resonate .... But, ultimately, that's just the (by today's standards, painfully slow) opening gambit.
Also, this is no Time Traveler's Wife, (a personal favorite), even though that was the book that kept popping into my mind as I read this. Obviously, it's a children's book; as noted above, it's (extremely) dated; I must admit, I didn't love the prose - by modern standards, it's heavy and stilted and ... not just British, but formal/stuffy to the point of distraction....
But ... but ... but ... if you can get through the first third (which, I admit, was more plodding and off-putting than I expected), it slowly starts to grow on you. ... And it's worth it, because ... it's a slender volume (again, it was written for kids), so as you get towards the final portions, the mosaic starts to assemble, and the heart of the piece begins to expose itself. ... And the end, well, ... as predictable as it is (OK, OK, it was written for kids, not adult sleuths raised on a broad range and healthy diet of whodunits) ... is ... sublime? precious? touching? appropriate? ... ultimately, very nicely done.
In any event, this was a book I'd been hearing about ... forever.... Many authors refer back to it (for a host of reasons) ... and many describe it as a formative work (although, frankly, others suggest the hype - even at the time - was overrated), so I finally got my hands on a copy. I have a hard time grasping how it became so popular in the 1950's and 1960's, but kid's books (and literature) were different. (It is what it is.) ... Nor do I have any recollection of my parents reading it to me ... or reading it myself.... Nor have I seen any of the three (3 ?!?!?) BBC adaptations, the movie, or the stage performance. But here's my point: this clearly resonated with an entire generation of Brits (and plenty of others as well) .... regardless of how it stood the test of time....
Random observation: It's kind of funny reading this in 2019, when (sadly, inexplicably, maddeningly) a significant segment of our society seems willing to tolerate (if not facilitate) the return of measles to the public consciousness. I'm guessing that - until the news stories of the recent outbreaks - my kids had never given a moment's thought to measles, didn't know anyone (other than their parents, of course) who had contracted measles, or could envision the concept of family separation or isolation due to measles quarantine. But who knows? Maybe (and I fervently hope this is not the case), the next generation will be more familiar, sympathetic, and empathetic to kids with measles as the disease again gains traction and returns to the mainstream. Alas.