
The
Winnie the Pooh stories have always been classed as a childrens' reading
but, to appreciate them properly, you need an adult mind.
Pooh is for adults
"Forget the lectures, go to bed and read something light,
my dear"
The college principal was advising a mature student, a harassed
mother of two, for whom a bout of flu had been the final trigger
bringing emotional collapse.
The grateful student was backing out of the room when
another thought struck her mentor.
"What books do you have for light reading?"
"I've got a couple of biographies in paperback"
"That's no good. I said light reading. Here, take these."
Lynne's first encounter with "Winnie the Pooh" and "The
House at Pooh Corner" changed her life by teaching her how to laugh
again. As an enthusiastic Bible student and a candidate for the
mission field, she took life seriously and expected inspiration
to come from 'deep' reading. She assumed, as most people do, that
A A Milne is for children. When she told me her story I too learned
to value these books long after I had stopped calling myself 'young'.
The Disneyfied versions of these familiar sounding tales
offer a view of the Hundred Acre Wood that just glances around the
edge. That Sussex country scene holds depths, which Disney never
plumbed, and childish readers cannot fathom. Pooh Bear and his friends
have been marketed as two-dimensional cartoons portrayed in bright,
primary colours, but they are much more interesting and subtle.
They are thumbnail portraits of characters we meet in everyday life.
You work with some of them and meet others as you mix with people
in clubs, churches and other organisations. These stories seem to
talk about toys, but actually describe real people. It is said that
Milne modelled his characters on colleagues in the editorial staff
of a major newspaper. Pooh is for adults.
The traditional targeting of Pooh stories does not aim
at children in general, but at the very young. How irrelevant! What
pre-schooler can appreciate the linguistic jokes, the irony and
the subtle character assassinations, which Milne sketches lightly
onto the pages of these remarkable classics. You can't even appreciate
the Chapter titles unless you know how to spell … titles like "a
search is organdised", "Piglet meets a Heffalump" and the delightful
"Contradiction", which prefaces the second of these books. I have
tried reading these stories to small children and wondered their
pan-faced expressions as I struggled to keep reading with giggles
bubbling in my chest. But the verbal humour flew right over the
children's heads. I am not suggesting that 'Pooh' is highbrow material.
The language is not challenging and you never need a dictionary
to understand it. But a box of tissues may prove useful if you are
the kind of person whose laughter runs to tears. The humour works
in the same way that the best stand-up comedy does - by holding
up a mirror to situations we meet in everyday life and making us
see them differently.
Some of the 'Pooh' stories, admittedly, focus on the
innocent ridiculousness of childhood; but it does it in ways that
parents know and children don't. You'll spot your own children in
the seriousness with which Pooh and Piglet set forth on some of
their ambitious adventures. One snowy morning they set out in search
of a 'woozle' with no clear image of what they are looking for or
how they will handle this creature if they find it. Their trek through
the snow leaves tracks and, with landmarks altered by the winter
weather, the loose their sense of direction and loop back to their
starting point. Their surprise at meeting two sets of tracks is
entirely innocent and they begin following the spoor until yet more
'woozle' tracks join the first set … and so on. I read the story
to some five and six-year-olds and none of them saw the point until
I explained it. All of them have since grown up, earned good degrees
and landed high-powered jobs, so they weren't stupid. But they were
children. Do I make my point?
A few weeks ago I picked up a copy of "The House at
Pooh Corner" and read it again, after a break of many years. I knew
the stories, but was still surprised at the linguistic dexterity
and the artful twists of plot, which the author effected without
ever using a long word. I could also recall a recent visit that
I made to the real "Pooh Sticks Bridge", now restored thanks to
a donation from the Disney Corporation, and could more easily visualise
the ever-mournful Eyeore floating on his back and drifting under
the bridge. The book was an easy read, completed in just a few sniggering
hours; but it was neither shallow nor disappointing. I shall return
to Milne's stories again and again, both to enjoy the stories and
to appreciate the writing skill in these artfully sketched character
studies.
If your children have these books on your shelves pick
an opportunity to sneak in and read them for yourself. If you don't
have these books in your home go and get them. For less than a fiver
each you'll have the perfect antidote to the stress that life brings
when you take it too seriously.
©Derrick
Phillips
April 2000
|