an extra hundred acres

Well, reviews of the new Pooh adventure are finally coming in. The word? Superfluous but still somehow apropos:

It’s a steel-hearted grown-up who can read the last chapter of The House at Pooh Corner without getting a lump in the throat. Christopher Robin is going away to school; his days of doing Nothing with his cuddly toys – Winnie the Pooh, Piglet and the rest – are at an end. He begs Pooh not to forget him – but we know that childish things are being put away. The sense of childhood’s fleetingness is a choker: don’t ever read it on a train.

A sequel is surely otiose – as contrary to the spirit of the enterprise as “Hamlet II” or news that Bambi’s mum just has a flesh-wound after all. But that hasn’t stopped Egmont from trying, with the blessing of AA Milne’s estate. What is remarkable is how well David Benedictus’s new stories work, complete “with decorations by Mark Burgess”.

• Neville Hawcock,

I remain a little skeptical; however, I suppose if I’m a fan of reading Pooh Bear as a stellar embodiment of the teachings of Lau-Tse, then I can swallow an estate-endorsed sequel.


~ by A Mundi on October 14, 2009.

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