It’s been a very long time since I’ve enjoyed a book this
much. I’m not sure why
The Wind in the Willows evoked such
emotion in me. I laughed out loud at
Toad’s antics. And I shed tears over the heroism
and sacrificial love demonstrated by the four animals: Stalwart Badger, Faithful Mole, Gentle and
Wise “Ratty”, and Arrogant (but Repentant) Toad.
I savored the
gorgeous prose about the pleasures of home, the delights of good food, the
wonders of nature and the treasures of friendship. Graham succeeds in telling a sweet and
tender story without making it saccharine.
Don’t be put off by the controversial seventh chapter where
the animals worship Pan. (Some children’s editions leave it out since it’s not
essential to the story.) This book is a must-read
for every lover of great literature and of beautiful writing. I underlined more passages than I can
count. Some choice quotes:
Never in his life had
he seen a river before – this sleek, sinuous, full-bodied animal, chasing and
chuckling, gripping things with a gurgle and leaving them with a laugh, to
fling itself on fresh playmates that shook themselves free, and were caught and
held again. All was a-shake and a-shiver
– glints and gleams and sparkles, rustle and swirl, chatter and bubble. The Mole was bewitched, entranced,
fascinated. By the side of the river he
trotted as one trots, when very small, by the side of a man who holds one
spell-bound by exciting stories; and when tired at last, he sat on the bank,
while the river still chattered on to him, a babbling procession of the best stories
in the world, sent from the heart of the earth to be told at last to the
insatiable sea. (p.3)
Mole’s view of winter: He was
glad that he liked the country undecorated, hard, and stripped of its
finery. He had got down to the bare
bones of it, and they were fine and strong and simple. (p. 36)
The line of the
horizon was clear and hard against the sky, and in one particular quarter it
showed black against a silvery climbing phosphorescence that grew and
grew. At last, over the rim of the
waiting earth the moon lifted with slow majesty till it swung clear of the
horizon and rode off, free of moorings; and once more they began to see
surfaces – meadows wide-spread, and quiet gardens, and the river itself from
bank to bank, all softly disclosed, all washed clean of mystery and terror, all
radiant again as by day, but with a difference that was tremendous. Their old haunts greeted them again in other
raiment, as if they had slipped away and put on this pure new apparel and come
quietly back, smiling as they shyly waited to see if they would be recognized
again under it. Fastening their boat to
a willow, the friends landed in the silent, silver kingdom. (p. 102)
Absolutely the most satisfying book I’ve read in ages.