Macabro, ácido, ingenioso, satírico, elocuente, humorístico, inteligente... todos estos adjetivos pueden aplicarse a Saki y a su obra. Quienes hayan disfrutado de la lectura de Animales y más que animales recordarán sin duda a Clovis, uno de los héroes decadentes y escépticos –cuya lengua epigramática le haría digno de figurar en cualquier obra de Oscar Wilde– de los que se vale Saki para zarandear y mortificar a la sociedad eduardiana de su tiempo.
En las Crónicas de Clovis el lector encontrará todos los elementos que caracterizan la obra de Saki, desde lo puramente macabro al humor más disparatado, sazonado con diálogos ingeniosos y personajes tan absurdos que sólo pueden ser británicos. Todos los cuentos de Saki son un ejemplo de brevedad y eficacia; un cuchillo lanzado al lector, ya sea para provocar su risa o moverle al espanto. No es extraño que entre sus discípulos se encuentren Tom Sharpe y Roald Dahl. «Si empiezas un relato de Saki, lo terminarás. Cuando lo hayas terminado, querrás empezar otro; y cuando los hayas leído todos, jamás los olvidarás», decía Tom Sharpe. Y en palabras de Borges: «Con una suerte de pudor, Saki da un tono de trivialidad a relatos cuya íntima trama es amarga y cruel. Esa delicadeza, esa levedad, esa ausencia de énfasis puede recordar las deliciosas comedias de Wilde».
British writer Hector Hugh Munro under pen name Saki published his witty and sometimes bitter short stories in collections, such as The Chronicles of Clovis (1911).
His sometimes macabre satirized Edwardian society and culture. People consider him a master and often compare him to William Sydney Porter and Dorothy Rothschild Parker. His tales feature delicately drawn characters and finely judged narratives. "The Open Window," perhaps his most famous, closes with the line, "Romance at short notice was her specialty," which thus entered the lexicon. Newspapers first and then several volumes published him as the custom of the time.
Born in 1870, and died in 1916, during WWI, Hector Hugh Munro aka Saki, was a witty and satirical writer of short stories during Edwardian, England.
The Chronicles of Clovis, written in 1911, starred the irascible Clovis Sangrail. Although all the stories in this collection are not about young Clovis, most of them are.
My favorite Clovis story has always been The Stampede of the Lady Bastable, and l never get tired of reading it.
There are some others that I enjoy, though I must say that I sometimes find Saki a bit of a bigot and class snob, which isn’t unusual in this historical period. Still, l find myself a fan.
I managed to get through five or six stories and gave up. They were rather irrelevant and extremely dated. The topics were unengaging and to some extent silly.
It may have been because the stories were rather short – mostly under five pages – allowing little for character interaction or plot development. None of the stories spoke to me and the characters, what little there was of them, were caricatures.
”In a world that is supposed to be chiefly swayed by hunger and by love Mrs. Packletide was an exception; her movements and motives were largely governed by dislike of Loona Bimberton.”
Sentences like the above are true gems, or rather tiny mosaics of gems. It is not only that every single word falls exactly into place – quite mosaic-like – but what is said is also remarkably truthful: It did not take me a lot of introspection to bring my own Mrs. Packletide to daylight because there have been moments, and there will be, when my own particular dislike of someone made me think of that person more than would have been required by that person’s degree of importance or intellect.
Hector Hugh Munro, who wrote under the pen name of Saki, seems to have been very good at creating little mosaics like this as can be seen from the collection of short stories The Chronicles of Clovis, a bunch of tales that mainly satirize Edwardian mores but also give insight into human nature as such. The eponymous Clovis is a young man in his early twenties, well-heeled, reasonably well-educated and a typical representative of the British jeunesse dorée. His tendency to self-centredness shows most remarkably when the baby of a family he is staying with as a guest has gone missing, and he is more worried about the sauce that is going to be served at lunch that day. He also dabbles amiably in playing pranks on other people – as for example in The Unrest-Cure, where he tries, quite successfully, to get a middle-aged clergyman and his sister out of their tedious ruts, or in The Recessional, where he undergoes the mental throes of writing an ode with the sole aim of spiting a young poetess. He is, however, primarily an observer or a story-teller rather than a man given over-much to action, and although from the glimpses we get of him we are able to draw a pretty detailed character sketch, he is more of an author’s device to knit the various stories together under the heading of The Chronicles of Clovis. Saying this, there are a few stories where Clovis does not make any appearance at all, among which figure two rather eerie tales, namely Sredni Vashtar and The Music on the Hill. Sredni Vashtar, which is a masterpiece and would deserve a review of its own, is about a sickly little boy, his animal god and his mean-spirited cousin, who probably intends to hurry the boy to his early grave, but then finds the tables suddenly turned, whereas The Music of the Hill reminded me of Algernon Blackwood or Arthur Machen.
Most other tales in this collection could be classified as satirical or grotesque, as for example Tobermory, which is one of my favourite stories, and which deals with a man who has developed a method of teaching animals to talk human language. The house party of whom he makes one member demand proof of this, and get more than they have bargained for in the shape of the hosts’ cat Tobermory, and soon the family plot ways of how to get rid of the cat who talks too much. The already-mentioned The Unrest-Case cruelly shows us how most average people would probably react when faced with a gross crime that is so much out of the ordinary that one can hardly believe what is going on. Together with Esmé, this story flaunts such a biting and sarcastic humour that it would easily make Saki another object of cancel culture in our highly prim and proper society today. How could he get away with it at the beginning of the last century? Other stories are more conventional and more comfortably humorous but still genuinely breath-taking with the witticisms you can come across while reading them. To conclude this little review, here are some of my favourite gems gleaned from this collection:
”’[…] I love Americans, but not when they try to talk French. What a blessing it is that they never try to talk English. […]’”
“The wine lists had been consulted, by some with the blank embarrassment of a schoolboy suddenly called on to locate a Minor Prophet in the tangled hinterland of the Old Testament, by others with the severe scrutiny which suggests that they have visited most of the higher-priced wines in their own homes and probed their family weaknesses.”
“’When love is over, how little of love even the lover understands,’ quoted Clovis to himself.”
“‘I don’t want Wratislav. My poor Elsa would be miserable with him.’ ‘A little misery wouldn't matter very much with her; it would go so well with the way she does her hair, and if she couldn't get on with Wratislav she could always go and do good among the poor.’”
“In the same way, whenever a massacre of Armenians is reported from Asia Minor, every one assumes that it has been carried out ‘under orders’ from somewhere or another, no one seems to think that there are people who might LIKE to kill their neighbours now and then.”
“’Discipline to be effective must be optional.’”
“’Who are those depressed-looking young women who have just gone by?’ asked the Baroness; ‘they have the air of people who have bowed to destiny and are not quite sure whether the salute will be returned.’”
“’I am sure I don’t know what I should do without Florinda,’ admitted Mrs. Troyle; ‘she understands my hair. I’ve long ago given up trying to do anything with it myself. I regard one’s hair as I regard husbands: as long as one is seen together in public one’s private divergences don’t matter. […]’”
These remain my favorite short stories of all time. Saki's caustic wit and social subversion are wickedly funny. The central protagonist, Clovis, is a trickster to the bone who can rarely resist an opportunity to upset the social apple cart, even if the fallout lands on himself. While there are other authors who depict a slice of upper class British life in the pre-WWI period, the putative innocence of this age (e.g. in P.G. Wodehouse) is revealed by Saki to have swirling undercurrents of human cruelty and the bleak meaninglessness heard in the happy but empty tinkling sounds of tea time. And while Clovis rejects conventional morality he finds joy and transcendence in being fully in the world. He fondly remembers the ecstasy of devouring a perfectly ripe peach as a child, and to complete the experience, drops the peach pit down the neck of another child who assumed in terror that the pit was a giant spider. "A thoughtless child would have thrown it away," Clovis reminisces. This worldview is wonderfully encapsulated when Clovis remarks during lunch that "I think oysters are more beautiful than any religion."
Clovis anticipates the later invention of the rebellious teenager, the generation gap, and the backlash to the dream of suburban bliss (in the songs of the Kinks, for example). Yet Munro himself was deeply principled, volunteering as an enlisted man in his 40s to serve in WWI despite offers to make him an officer kept far from harm. He was shot and killed, leaving us to wonder what he would have written following the great war.
Ingenioso, mordaz, irónico, irreverente son solo unos pocos adjetivos que definen el estilo de Saki, autor eduardiano que hizo las delicias de autores como Borges con sus personalísimas caricaturas de la clase media alta inglesa. En esta colección de cuentos breves encontramos de todo: desde comedias de enredo, historias que rozan casi el terror, otras más amables y socarronas, y algunas directamente disparatadas. El Clovis al que hace referencia el título de esta antología suele presentarse, aunque no siempre, como narrador, testigo o protagonista. Si Clovis está de por medio en la historia, o es la causa de esta, puedo garantizaros que el relato va a ser muy divertido, pues Clovis, joven descarado, epigramático y sinvergüenza donde los haya, no se le ocurre ni una buena idea cuando está aburrido.
Por destacar algún cuento, Sredni Vashtar sería el mejor, que haya figurado en innumerables antologías de relato fantástico -no lo entiendo- y de terror -ahí ya sí- lo confirma. El resto no hace falta destacarlos, pues su calidad es bastante pareja; no hay ninguno que destaque por su mediocridad: Saki no podía permitirse eso.
Si os gusta el humor ingles vais a disfrutar de los disparates de Saki, cuya vida, al igual que la de otros autores contemporáneos, se vio truncada en su mejor momento artístico a causa de la Primera Guerra Mundial. Y aún así, su muerte podría, perfectamente, ser una escena de uno de sus cuentos. Pues si ya de por si es absurdo morir en una guerra, hacerlo por gritarle a tu compañero, en plena noche, que apague su puto cigarrillo es directamente ridículo.
I agree with A.A. Milne when, in the introduction to the edition of The Chronicles of Clovis that I own, he writes:
"There are dearly loved books of which we babble to a neighbor at dinner, insisting that she shall share our delight in them; and there are books, equally dear to us, of which we say nothing, fearing lest the praise of others should cheapen our discovery. The books of "Saki" were, for me at least, in the second class."
The same is true for me, and for many others I imagine, because I have NEVER encountered another human animal who has read Saki before my recommendation.
Once you reach the end of this collection, you'll be surprised at how many stories it contains. Nearly all of them are enjoyable, with only three or four that seem blindingly expendable, and a handful that are so enjoyable you'll read them two or three times in a row.
Far and away my favorite of the bunch is "The Music on the Hill", and after that stories like "The Peace of Mowsle Barton", "The Hounds of Fate", "The Remoulding of Groby Lington" and on, and on. It's pointless to try and pick without looking foolish. Let's just say I enjoy the gloomier, darker stories most, but there are some classically funny ones in here also.
Highly recommended, as long as you keep him a secret too.
The worst element of this edition is the cringe-worthy introduction by Auberon Waugh. For some reason, he feels the need to apologize for the tone of this collection by Saki, when he might instead have mentioned the word "satire". He is even confused by the cause of the cat's demise in Tobermory.
Of course some pieces are better than others. However some in this collection are among Saki's best and are widely anthologized (Tobermory, again).
In other news, there is a typo on the back cover. Such an abomination rarely happens in book world. Must lie down.
I don't know if it was the pompous lugubriousness of the narrator or that was the tone of the book anyway, but I mostly found the stories unbearable in their snobbishness, misanthropy and weak humour. Maybe they are just dated and such attitudes were not only acceptable but considered funny at the time.
There were 28 stories, three days listening, and some of them I had forgotten by the time I started the next one and had to replay them in order to be sure I'd 'read' them.
I was going to say that there were some high spots but that would be exaggerating - there were some stories that were quite funny is more accurate. The branding of a breakfast cereal in Filboid Studge, the Story of a Mouse that Helped was amusing. However, Herman the Irascible - A story of the Great Weep was about as misanthropic and anti-feminist as anything I have read anywhere. The Unrest-Cure and Stampeding of Lady Bastable were a waste of time, they weren't funny at all. I could see the Unrest-Cure being a Monty Pythonesque sketch involving Nazis, upper-class twits and the possibility of Jews, and working quite well, but as a story, no.
This review is quite long enough, it was bad enough deciding I would definitely finish the book, but now that's behind me, and so is this review.
«کورا، چشم تو جام شرابه منه. کورا، اخم تو رنج و عذاب منه. »
این از ترانههای موفق اوایل کارم است و هنوز هم برایم حکم اعتبار و آبرو را دارد. این هم هست : «ازمرالدا، عشق تو داغونم کرد.» و «تریسا، ببین چطور دلم افتاده به پات.» هر دو ترانه حسابی گل کردهاند.» سپتیمس با گونههای گلانداخته ادامه داد:«یک ترانهی وحشتناک هم دارم که از باقی ترانهها پول بیشتری نصیبم کرده :
«لوسی، انگاری آتیش به لبات کشیدی تو این چشا رو از کجا خریدی؟»
گفتن ندارد که از تمامشان متنفرم؛ در اصل، طوری رویم تاثیر گذاشتهاند که دیگر از زنجماعت دارم متنفر میشوم. اما بعد مالی قضیه برایم قابل چشمپوشی نیست. از طرف دیگر اگر روزی معلوم شود ترانهی «کورا، چشم تو جام شرابه منه.» و همهی آنهای دیگر را من سرودهام خودت میدانی که جایگاهم به عنوان کارشناس معماری کلیسایی و آداب عبادت اگر نابود نشود دستکم تا چه حد تضعیف خواهد شد.»
از داستان : معصیت مخفیانهی سپتیمس بروپ ـ ــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــ ـ ـ ـ ــ ـ ـ
اگر یک نویسنده باشد که بخواهم با او چای بخورم و گپ بزنم همین ساقی رند و ناقلا است.
Clovis (like Reginald, the other Saki character)is a young man with an attitude. If you like the mischievous wit of Wilde's four comedies, you should try Saki. Between the two of them Wilde and Saki invented trolling. Clovis operates at tea parties, dance parties and lunches in the garden of the mansion etc. He drives everyone who deserves it (and then some) to distraction with his very original verbal wickedness.
This was Saki's third collection and his penultimate one. You can really see him hitting his stride as an author and to use a cricketing analogy hitting a hundred in story after story (think home runs in baseball). Here they are Tobermoy, Mrs Packletide's Tiger, The Un-Rest Cure, Adrian, Sredni Vashtar, The Story of St Vespaluus, The Hounds of Fate any many, many more utterly wonderful, funny stories. I can't think of a pre World War I author whose work can still be read with such delight. Although it isn't seem absurd the only author who immediately comes to mind is Jane Austen. It doesn't matter that the whole world describes is utterly alien yet her humour, her characters, her love of life and sympathies make her work utterly believable, understandable and real. The same can be said for Saki's stories. They carry truths that stand outside the specifics of their settings. They are full of truth and even in a few pages he presents people you know, love or hate.
As almost all Saki's stories are individually listed on Goodreads I am gradually commenting on my favourites. If you know Saki's writing then you need no encouragement to enjoy the pleasures this volume contain. If you don't I can only beg you to track down anyone of the numerous editions/anthologies of his work. Once you do you have a wonderful treat in store.
En este conjunto de cuentos, podemos ver a un mismo personaje recurrente (Clovis) que está presente de manera indirecta en cada relato. Centrémonos en el primer cuento: Tobermory, que fue, tal vez, el cuento que más me gustó. Aquí, Saki nos presenta una reunión entre gente adinerada (no recuerdo si había nobleza presente), incrédula ante las afirmaciones de Cornelius Appin, quien asegura que ha enseñado, luego de arduo trabajo (e incontables intentos con otras especies), a hablar. Naturalmente nadie lo cree... hasta que hablan con el gato y éste les responde con toda la inferencia propia de un gato.
A mi parecer, estos cuentos están lejos de ser mordaces, como dice el título del libro. Me parece que se clasifican de "mordaz" porque, en su época, debieron ser imprudentes, pero lo más mordaz aquí, fue el gato, Tobermory, pues Saki sólo resaltaba los sentimientos y emociones mezquinas (como la envidia) en los personajes.
En esta colección de cuentos (mejor, sketches) llenos de ácido y sátira, Saki consigue -en mayor o menor medida- entretener al lector con narraciones que exploran a través del humor (a veces hasta del terror) la naturaleza contradictoria (mejor, ridícula) de una sociedad que vive prendada del estatus, las etiquetas y posturitas.
No todos los cuentos son memorables, pero seguro que todos te sacarán una carcajada porque apelan a la inteligencia y evitan el pastelazo innecesario.
Lo recomiendo para un día lluvioso (en el patio o en la choya).
You know that kid? The one who is so smart that they don’t have to study? The super pompous one who made you feel like dirt because you got a B on your math test, and you didn’t know some archaic adjective that they wove into their purple prose teenage wangst poem? They also wikied all the books for English class, but still got better marks than you?
Yeah, that kid.
This book will give you the magic power to stick it to them in between the eyes.
Bam.
Here’s why:
1. Its writer, Saki, was a certified wizard. 2. That pompous prat probs hasn’t read it. 3. It has a cult like following: make your friends read it, and you can start your own cult chapter. 4. It turned my life around. I went from hating that kid to the smug understanding that that kid could no longer pull one over on me.
What I had: A beat up book, the kind of post-teen ennui that 2000’s Pop-Punk bands wrote odes to, and a grudge on a kid from my secondary school days.
The Chronicles of Clovis is one of those books that I would have passed over except I played that game with my bookshelf. You know the one “eenie meenie miney mo”? Yeah that.
My copy’s cover was sort of beat up and it kind of smelled like burnt toast. It was pretty pungent, but honestly it didn’t take away from this books charm. Saki’s book a series of short stories that all usually feature the eponymous Clovis at some point or another. It has a long list of pros. In fact at this point I cannot think of any cons. Its characters are strong, and Clovis is a punk. He’s a puck. Today he would be a successful Internet troll. So successful in fact the level of his trolling would be beyond the grasp of most. He’s eloquent and cunning. He’s the kind of guy you want to be when someone insults you. His silver tongue would deliver to them a blow that would pierce their high and mighty armour.
I rarely encounter people that have read this book. The author of foreword mentions that tries to keep it on the down low. When I do meet others that have read it they all have a fervent love for it, and I seem to instantly get along with them. Add that to the tally of pros this book has: “instant friendship”.
You know a book is good when it enters your lexicon to the point that when you are at a party and you don’t know what to talk about, you down your beer and attempt to retell the “The Turning Away of Terrington” or “Esme” to the uninitiated. Poorly, mind you, even sober your prose is only a fraction of the quality of the mighty wizard Saki’s. But still when you encountered that horrid guy that belittled you in school you popped on a pleasant smile said “ so have you read The Chronicles of Clovis?”
A blank stare back, they pause, assuming it’s the latest YA fad. “ I did, but I don’t like contemporary… ”
“What are you talking about it was published in 1912.” They turn pink.
“Um. Oh. Uh.”
Beaten at their own game, they crawl away, tail between their legs, mumbling about getting more punch. You smirk, but in your head you are screaming “Nice shoelaces punk! Made you look! Suck it! I win! Thanks Clovis, Thanks Saki”
What I gained: Victory.
Add “talking point” and the “sweet feeling of revenge” to the tally of pros.
Even if you don’t have a petty grudge to settle it’s a funny memorable and light read. I highly recommend it.
The Chronicles of Clovis is a collection of short stories written by H. H. Munro under the pseudonym "Saki." Many of these tales first appeared in English periodicals during the early nineteen hundreds. I am sure that these fantastical adventures generated quite a following.
The best description that I can give of Clovis is that of a dandyish scamp who travels within an imaginary upper circle of English society and collects humorous accounts of daily life. While he plays a part in many of the stories, there are those that Clovis simply narrates and those that go unreferenced. I think that many of my favorites feature Clovis because of his deviltry in dealing with any situation that dares to impose itself upon him.
I must confess that a copy of this book sat on my parents' bookshelf for years but failed to capture my attention. It was hard to get excited over the thought of leisurely reading what I perceived to be an ancient religious discourse attributed to a sainted French king. Had I given it deeper consideration, then the juxtaposition of the title and author should immediately have produced question marks. Thankfully, a reading challenge encouraged me to investigate this anomaly and sample some wonderful British satire.
Clovis is the spiritual successor to Saki's well-loved Reginald character. He's a bit more of a prankster than a simple snarker than Reginald, but there's plenty of deadpan humor in the stories which feature him.
It's actually the stories not about Clovis that I find most interesting in this collection. In particular, I enjoy "Srendi Vashtar," about a boy whom turns a pet ferret into his own private and bloodthirsty god. It's dark and vibrant and terrible. "Filboid Studge" is good for anyone rolling their eyes at the current trend of superfoods. And "Esme" is good for a mix of absurdity and light gore. And all these stories poke fun at the social mores of early 20th century England.
This story is in the public domain. I particularly encourage potential readers to check out the free audio production available from Librivox.
A really snarky, condescending book of short stories- most of which have a dark angle or humorously macabre twist (somebody ends up dead in the majority of them...). Each story is told by, or involves, the character "Clovis," your average trouble making rich kid circa the late 19th /early 20th century. You'll wonder what it is you like about Clovis, until you realize he's much like a leprechaun: an amusing deviant with too much money.
What if Psmith were chaotic evil? What if Lord Henry Wotton and Uncle Fred were combined in a lab to produce an offspring who, instead of spreading sweetness and light, spread chaos and discord? What if I laughed very, very hard at this book full of suicides, gruesome murders, and small children being messily devoured by hyaenas?
Lo más rescatable de estos cuentos de Saki es la enorme creatividad del autor. Son cuentos con un humor negro brillante, personajes que parodian la clase alta inglesa y, sobre todo, los finales son magistralmente ingeniosos.
Saki utiliza el humor para burlarse de la clase alta a través de sus estereotipos y su absurda visión del mundo y de lo que es conocido como "modales".
If you love Evelyn Waugh (and wish he had written more short stories), go for Saki! Not every single story in this collection will make you laugh mischievously but those that will you won't forget.
Recommended by Olivia! We were chatting about books and she mentioned one of Saki's short stories was one of those Vital Pieces of Literature in her life, and I'm a sucker for vitality. (That one being "Sredni Vashtar," a delight.)
Saki's stories are mostly political or social satire of a certain era of British mainland concerns; they are Quite Funny, both in snarky dialogue and in the punchlines of the story, usually, and a typical narrator is the rather self-involved but clever and amusing Clovis. Milne puts it as "the cruelty of youth," which works as well as anything- absurdities and faith rewarded and skewerings of language and blowhards.
Sometimes, though, there are sprinkled within the typical fare of satiric social puncturings, a few far more straightforward horror stories. I quite enjoyed those creepy diversions, such as "Hounds of Fate" and "The Peace of Mowsle Barton."
The language, I keep hammering on about, but "the talking-out of tarrington" has the most luscious description of a peach and a summer afternoon as to make a winter-stranded woman weep.
A note: stories being a product of a people and a time, this collection (the one I have published by Xist, with an intro by AA Milne, and is available on hoopla) drops the n-word casually once (in The Secret Sin of Septimus Brope), and is as snarky about women's suffrage as it is about anything else; caveat lector, but I enjoyed the vast majority of the stories quite a bit.
Lo bueno de este libro es que al tener historias cortas permite cortar y continuar leyendo otro día, en otro momento. La mejor, por lejos, es la de Tobermory. Hay algunas cosas salidas de la galera que tiene Saki que demuestran que no fue una persona criada con lo estereotipado de la educación actual, con salidas dignas de cuentos de hadas que nunca llegaron a serlo porque ni son adorables, ni son para niños. Y sí, tiene un problemita con la clase alta donde tuvo que moverse durante su vida, si eso les va a molestar esta no sería su lectura porque a la clase alta le va a dar para que tenga, guarde y reparta.
Many of these are delightful (especially the one about the hyena), but they don't do so well in large doses. Very arch, dry sarcasm at the expense of the not-so-nobly-born and the not terribly bright. After a half-dozen or so, they become pretty tiresome. Sort of Wodehouse with a malicious edge.
I think if I had read two or three of these stories and then stopped to rate them, they would have gotten at least three stars, maybe more. It's just the sheer quantity of a mean kind of humor that leaves me thinking "How much longer can this go on?"
A collection with a schoolboy-like appetite for the grisly, leading to stories with the most overly-macabre of endings. Often tasteless and shocking. Perhaps, most disturbingly, you darkly suspect the author is sniggering into his school jumper at our shock and discomfort (and that of his characters). Lots of Wodehouse-type eccentrics but with interests in hunting and overt racism that makes the collection difficult to read. There are redeeming features - I liked some of the set-ups, Clovis' prankish impudence and the times it was being irreverent and not just downright grotesque for shocks.
Saki writes like a very charming sociopath (who you find yourself liking, despite your better judgment). Stories range from talking cats named Tobermory, hyenas eating gypsy toddlers(!!!), and children feeding their tiresome minders to badgers. Sometimes it reaches the other end of the spectrum and the casual heartlessness becomes a little too jarring, though. The Introduction by A.A Milne was a fantastic surprise.