It's a thought-provoking read, and well worth your time; I totally agree with this passage, referring to the "lost", which he implies probably belonged lost:
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early in the nineteenth century, [the Victorians] pressed into service a number of adult books that have remained in the shared children’s canon ever since: Pilgrim’s Progress, Don Quixote, Gulliver’s Travels, Robin son Crusoe, The Arabian Nights, and so on.
Some of these were wildly inappropriate. That was the joke when Richard Burton impishly published a complete translation of The Arabian Nights in 1885, proving that the unexpurgated text did not match the tamer versions everyone knew from their childhood. At one point in Gulliver’s Travels, Jonathan Swift has his hero stand athwart a road to form a triumphal arch for the Lilliputian army, and publishers of editions for children would always begin by cutting the ribald comments from the miniature soldiers as they passed beneath the giant’s tattered trousers.
Some of these were wildly inappropriate. That was the joke when Richard Burton impishly published a complete translation of The Arabian Nights in 1885, proving that the unexpurgated text did not match the tamer versions everyone knew from their childhood. At one point in Gulliver’s Travels, Jonathan Swift has his hero stand athwart a road to form a triumphal arch for the Lilliputian army, and publishers of editions for children would always begin by cutting the ribald comments from the miniature soldiers as they passed beneath the giant’s tattered trousers.
And, later on, for those books he is glad have been "found":
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Golden ages are not measured by their major figures, since genius comes when it comes, in or out of season. The real advantage of a golden age for a literary genre is the elevation of its second-rank authors: Merely good writers become great writers when they happen to live at the right moment. Few of these recent children’s writers (apart possibly from [Neil] Gaiman and [Michael] Chabon) are major literary talents, but all of them are better than they would have been in other times.
I was surprised, and humbled, by how few of his recommendations I've read, or even heard of. Neil Gaiman and Diana Wynn Jones I'm familiar with, along with Artemis Fowl and A Series of Unfortunate Events, but many of the others were not on my radar screen until now. I've found Wynn Jones the most rewarding, while Gaiman remains very problematic, despite his mastery of craft.
But his reference to Madeleine L'Engle as "brackish water praised in the desert of [her] era" seems totally upside-down to me. A Wrinkle in Time, A Wind in the Door, and A Swiftly Tilting Planet aren't perfect, but they do bring deeply human issues sympathetically to the fore, and are also examples of a really unique world-vision. And that may be symptomatic of a more general hole in his idea of fantasy -- where is Ursula K. LeGuin, or Patricia McKillip? What about the absolute joys of Lloyd Alexander's "Taran" quintology, or Walter Wangerin's The Book of the Dun Cow? Sometimes self-conscious? Sure! Excellent reading? Definitely.
Thoughts?
