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Like many, I grew up adoring the Redwall series, so it pains me to give this two stars now.
This past summer I found my collection of Redwall books — I have the first dozen — and chose to reread this one because it was, in my opinion at the time, the best of them.
And frankly, it isn't all that great.
The writing itself is depressingly mediocre, the plot (like all of them) meandering and predictable. The colloquial quirks of the different animal species (molespeech, the shrews, etc.) and the painstakingly detailed descriptions of Redwall feasts, which seemed so fun and colorful to my 11-year-old self, are now irritating and slow to muddle through. But the worst of it is the contrast between villains and good guys.
The heroes and their friends throughout the whole series are fond of making jokes, hurling insults, and pulling pranks at the expense of the current Big Bad and his or her minions. As a kid, this made the good guys seem clever and fun-loving, but as an adult all I can think is that the villains are so incredibly dim-witted (to the point of possibly diagnosable cognitive impairment) that the insults and pranks come off as cruel and bullying, an interminable barrage of low-risk cheap shots. Yes, this is even in light of the villains' participation in slavery/siege/acts of war.
Frankly, Martin is a temperamental little turd. I simply could not bring myself to root for him and his crew.
I'd still recommend these books to kids, if for no other reason than the positive, lasting impact it seems to have had on myself and others who were fortunate enough to read these at a young age. But if you're an adult who grew up traveling to Salamandastron and Mossflower and hold those memories dear, I'd suggest you do what I did not: let the memories sit unspoiled, and do not reread the books.
This past summer I found my collection of Redwall books — I have the first dozen — and chose to reread this one because it was, in my opinion at the time, the best of them.
And frankly, it isn't all that great.
The writing itself is depressingly mediocre, the plot (like all of them) meandering and predictable. The colloquial quirks of the different animal species (molespeech, the shrews, etc.) and the painstakingly detailed descriptions of Redwall feasts, which seemed so fun and colorful to my 11-year-old self, are now irritating and slow to muddle through. But the worst of it is the contrast between villains and good guys.
The heroes and their friends throughout the whole series are fond of making jokes, hurling insults, and pulling pranks at the expense of the current Big Bad and his or her minions. As a kid, this made the good guys seem clever and fun-loving, but as an adult all I can think is that the villains are so incredibly dim-witted (to the point of possibly diagnosable cognitive impairment) that the insults and pranks come off as cruel and bullying, an interminable barrage of low-risk cheap shots. Yes, this is even in light of the villains' participation in slavery/siege/acts of war.
Frankly, Martin is a temperamental little turd. I simply could not bring myself to root for him and his crew.
I'd still recommend these books to kids, if for no other reason than the positive, lasting impact it seems to have had on myself and others who were fortunate enough to read these at a young age. But if you're an adult who grew up traveling to Salamandastron and Mossflower and hold those memories dear, I'd suggest you do what I did not: let the memories sit unspoiled, and do not reread the books.