Today is Someday: Book 7 - The World of Winnie-the-Pooh
This book shares something in common with two others, which I'd also previously put off until today (all found on many must-not-die-before-reading lists). I postponed reading A Clockwork Orange and The Princess Bride because I'd already watched the films. The Disney features from the 1960s with Winnie the Pooh (sans-hyphens) and his friends were my excuse for not reading the stories by A.A. Milne.
No, they are not filled with insights and tender life lessons with children in mind all-the-while tempered with humor and story-quality guaranteeing that adults reading these stories aloud will also enjoy them, they are all just plain boring.
If I had a precocious four year old who was capable of reading slightly above her age-level, I'd give her this book and—after she threw it so hard it dented the plaster of her bedroom wall—I'd ask her to explain why she despised it so much.
And her words would most likely include: unhappyfully filled-to-muchly with simple, dullish, sadness and...but...mostly, there never seems to be a beginning middle or end to the stories. She would then ask why I thought she would enjoy it and I'd have to apologize to her for assuming that any child born during the Obama administration would have even the slightest thing in common with someone who was born when Calvin Coolidge was president.
She would then ask how ninety years could sour these stories and I would have to explain that (like my first Today is Someday book, Watership Down) the stores were originally just told by the author—who in this case was a British man born in 1882—to his son. They were made up 'on the fly' as it were, with no polish and not a smattering of talent. Just a verbal slap-dash before we hie the young'un off ta bed...turned into similar words on a page. [I'm not saying Milne didn't know how to write, what I am saying is he didn't know how to tell a story.]
Disney made us care for the characters. Disney painted our emotions. Disney polished and made a beginning, middle, and end. Mostly, I hate Disney. Except when I don't.
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