This is one of the weirder books that I've hung onto from childhood; it's not some big popular series or a well-beloved children's classic. I remain completely mystified as to when I got this book, or who would have given it to me. One of the reasons I think I held onto it all these years is that I remembered it scaring the HELL out of me when I was little. Like, I read this and was really, really spooked by it. Which means hopefully I read this when it first came out in 2003, when I would have been 10 or so? lol. But honestly, even as an adult, the scenario at the core of this book, the way it operates for the first, like, 60% of the run time, is honestly still scary to me today.
Big, old, creaky empty house, mysterious noises, you know somebody is coming into the house when you're not there, you're on your own without electricity... all the times Stephen is like creeping through the empty dark dusty rooms, rushing to use the bathroom before returning to the haven of the library, I was like... yeah. This would be scary for any kid, I would think! There's ghostly panpipe music coming out of the unexplored wilderness! Somebody's stealing his bananas! He's all on his own!
That, honestly, was the big thing I remembered from this book. I had vague memories that there were made up critters but I had sort of misremembered it as that the made up animals were pseudo-sentient and were the ones helping him around the house and doing the gardening and stuff, and he just didn't know it. But no, there's a whole-ass other human living on his property the whole time that he doesn't know about, which gives me shivers just thinking about. Murra-yari's very nice and all, but he could have like... introduced himself, I think.
The way the Amazonian tribe and those characters are talked about in this book is interesting. I don't think it's a horrifically racist portrayal or anything; in fact, it seems to be a text intent on gently educating young white people on how just because something is unfamiliar to you, doesn't mean it's any less worthy of respect and interest. I liked that Theodore and Bertie actually get adopted into the tribe, learn the language, and learn all sorts of cool new science from the indigenous people they've befriended. I like that Stephen as an amateur botanist himself is determined to find ways in the future to save the Amazon however he can, and that he wants to keep the bugwomps safe moving forward.
Buuuuut... on the other hand, there's something a little dicey about two white men sneaking a kid they found in the Amazon back into England with them and then keeping him hidden in Cornwall for his whole life until he dies of old age, like, it feels a little kidnappy, and the optics of: "the way to save this grand old English house is to sell the priceless artifact passed down from father to son for generations in my tribe" is also like... yikes? I guess? And the idea of making up fun and whimsical species of animals for the white explorers to "discover" and then save from being destroyed in the Amazon by other white people... eh, I mean... it's just a little messy, yeah? It felt like everything was extremely well-meaning and the lessons were very much about how colonialism is bad and we need to protect the planet etc. etc., but perhaps there's a hint of "this was written by an old white lady" about it at times.
I honestly had fun revisiting this, but it's not one of those children's books that I would make it a priority to share with kids in my life when they're old enough, there's just nothing about it that really makes it shine. Cute story, genuinely kinda spooky vibes for a lot of the run time, and a surprisingly melancholy ending that was a little touching, I must admit.