Granted, It Was The 70s
Now Playing: The Trumpet of the Swan by E.B. White.
It's supposed to be a good book for kids, isn't it? Lauren and I began reading this a few weeks ago and I have to say I have misgivings about continuing. From the very first page, in the second paragraph, it mentions how Sam looks like an indian and even walks like an indian. I know it was written in the 70s, but in this day and age, especially with a SIL who is Native American, do I really want Lauren hearing this and considering it an OK thing to say? Not that she would necessarily catch on and say it, but you never know. Case in point, courtesy of the Pinocchio movie, while jumping on the bed a two year old Lauren asked, "Do I look like an ass?"
As we make our way through the book, I hit upon section after section that I do not particularily care for and I find myself having to censor. In chapter 5 the cob discusses his son Louis, who has no voice, as being defective and even says he doesn't want "the strain of having a defective child, a child that has something the matter with him" to which I take particular offense. I certainly don't want Lauren repeating this sentiment about herself because her eyelids are different from other people's eyelids. And I certainly don't want her to ever, ever think that her parents consider it a strain or disappointment to have a child that has something different about her. In the same chapter, the father later uses the word dumb when talking with Louis about his being different. Admittedly he explains there are two meanings to the word, mute and stupid, but we don't want Lauren using the word dumb for either meaning.
On the other hand, how can I NOT continue reading it to Lauren when it has wonderful passages such as this, "And if you had looked up, you would have seen, high overhead, two great white birds. They flew swiftly, their legs stretched out ahead, their powerful wings beating steady and stong. A thrilling noise in the sky, the trumpeting of swans." And this, "Look out for the fox, who is creeping toward you even as I speak, his eyes bright, his bushy tail out straight, his mind lusting for blood, his belly almost touching the ground! You are in grave danger, and we must act immediately." I mean, you can just feel the scenes.
Well, after writing that last sentence, I've decided I have to continue. I'm sure there will be more parts I do not care for, but how often does one find a book with such beautifully descriptive imagery?
Posted by lifewithkids
at 12:01 AM CST
Updated: Friday, 27 October 2006 11:21 AM CDT