Does The Wind in the Willows <\i>need an annotated edition?
Suggesting that Grahame's prose, "encrusted with the patina of age
and affect," has become an obstacle to full appreciation of the
work, Lerer offers the text with running disquisitions in the
margins on now-archaic words and phrases, Edwardian social mores
and a rich array of literary references from Aesop to Gilbert and
Sullivan. Occasionally he goes over the top - making, for instance,
frequent references alongside Toad's supposed mental breakdown to
passages from Kraft-Ebing's writings on clinical insanity - and, as
in his controversial Children's Literature, a Reader's History from
Aesop to Harry Potter <\i>(2008), displays a narcissistic
streak: "This new edition brings The Wind in the
Willows<\i>...into the ambit of contemporary scholarship and
criticism on children's literature..." Still, the commentary will
make enlightening reading for parents or other adults who think
that there's nothing in the story for them - and a closing essay on
(among other topics) the links between Ernest Shepard's art for
this and for Winnie the Pooh <\i>makes an intriguing
lagniappe. (selective resource list) (Literary analysis.
Adult/professional) <\i> (Kirkus Reviews)
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working very hard all the morning, spring-cleaning his little home.
First with brooms, then with dusters; then on ladders and steps and
chairs, with a brush and a pail of whitewash; till he had dust in
his throat and eyes, and splashes of whitewash all over his black
fur, and an aching back and weary arms. Spring was moving in the
air above and in the earth below and around him, penetrating even
his dark and lowly little house with its spirit of divine
discontent and longing. It was small wonder, then, that he suddenly
flung down his brush on the floor, said Bother ' and O blow ' and
also Hang spring-cleaning ' and bolted out of the house without
even waiting to put on his coat. Something up above was calling him
imperiously, and he made for the steep little tunnel which answered
in his case to the gravelled carriage-drive owned by animals whose
residences are nearer to the sun and air. So he scraped and
scratched and scrabbled and scrooged and then he scrooged again and
scrabbled and scratched and scraped, working busily with his little
paws and muttering to himself, Up we go Up we go ' till at last,
pop his snout came out into the sunlight, and he found himself
rolling in the warm grass of a great meadow.
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