POINTS: 1 out of 10.
Bechdel: 0 points
Variety of characters: 0 points
Good story: 1 point
Discretionary ideological points: 0 points
This is one of the books that pops up time and again as being so very entrenched in our canon that we’re expected to just accept it as wonderful.
But, you guys, it’s not wonderful. C did say he liked it, but I can tell you it took us ages to get through because mostly he didn’t really understand the poems, and the ones he did understand he seemed largely bored by.
On top of that, several of them are outright racist. Oh my god the travel poem is just a bunch of stereotypes, and there are actual “red indians” and it’s just very cringe-worthy and has not aged well.
I was sort of expecting that at least some of the poems in the book would be ones that have drifted into the realm of nursery rhyme – that they would be things familiar to me, but none of them actually were. They all lacked that timelessness of nursery rhymes.
Mr Stevenson should probably have stuck to adventure stories.
There are probably beautifully illustrated versions of this book floating around but the one we got from the library was pretty average in that regard too.
I just, I don’t really have anything good to say about this. Disappointing.