It was an interesting personal rundown on some of the history of American children's literature. I learned about some books I haven't yet read but would like to read and found out a few curious details about books and authors I already like.
As a whole, though, Wild Things was an unsatisfying and at times very annoying read. The subtitle of the book is The Joy of Reading Children's Literature as an Adult, but there's barely anything on the topic in it. Mostly it's a random, scattered (and very joyless really, though the author is probably unaware of this result) mix of children's literature history, criticism, biography and early childhood reading theory, though none of those get elaborated on and they never seem like a coherent whole. In the first two chapters, for example, the author praises two classic books by Margaret Wise Brown as excellent children's literature, but labels them unacceptable from an adult's perspective. Okay, so where exactly is the joy of the adult then? Later, the author spends pages to retell The Juniper Tree, admits that he adores it and concludes that it is definitely not for children. Okay, but I thought we were talking about children's literature. Or is it just that the author sat down and wrote whatever came to mind? And if he claims that the devotion to loving a close one, as shown in The Runaway Bunny, is only possible during toddlerhood, again, what joy are we talking about?
Most of the information provided is interesting, although it's really not much more than the things already available online. Plus, it's not the information that I bought this book for, I bought it because I expected to learn more about how children's literature can help us adults be better, or at least more joyful, people. There was almost none of that. Nevertheless it would have still been a worthy read had it not been for the lack of narrative purpose, the inconsistency of style, the shallowness of research and the personal remarks, which I found very superficial, cliched, prejudiced, distasteful, and badly, if at all, grounded. To give an example, The Giving Tree is dismissed as a bad book, because it's about two losers, it's sometimes used in sermons by preachers, it leaves the author cold and it's just beyond him why some children respond to it. And The Night Kitchen is arbitrary, because it lacks "true dream logic". Not very insightful, especially for something that cost me 30 bucks.
Then again, a book that so bluntly exploits a classic title and image to advertise itself is doomed to fail the expectations. Those are usually the ones who have nothing to say themselves. I blame myself for falling for it.
(The title is actually as inaccurate as the subtitle. I don't believe there's a reasonable explanation of why the book is called Wild Things, except for marketing purposes.)