I enjoyed this book a lot. It was my book for the Netherlands but also works for Belgium, has been taught in schools in both countries for a long time. It's not hard to see why this book has been taught in these countries. The view on god and religion is progressive and does not lack complexity. And the writing is really gorgeous!!!
What I took away from it was the stunningly beautiful nature descriptions mixed with absolute misery. And the way it lands in the melancholy of growing up, of accepting life as it is. This was my favourite page:
"'But what then is the name of that Great Light, Windekind? And to whom must I pray?'
'Johannes, it is as though a patch of mould should ask me what was the name of the earth which bears it round in space. Even if there were any answer to your question you would no more understand it than an earthworm can hear the music of the stars. Still, I will teach you to pray.'
And while Johannes was still silently wondering over Windekind's reply, the elf flew out of the wood with him, high up, so high that beyond the edge of the down a long narrow line was visible, gleaming like gold. They flew on and on, the undulating sand-hills beneath them gliding away, and the streak of light growing broader and broader. The green hue faded, the wild broom was grey and thin, and strange bluish-green plants grew among the bushes. Then another range of hills—a long narrow strip of sand—and beyond, the wide unresting sea.
The vast expanse was blue to the very horizon; but out there, under the sun, a small streak shone in blinding red fire. An endless fringe of downy-looking white foam edged the waters, as ermine borders blue velvet. On the horizon a wonderful, fine line divided the air from the ocean. It was indeed a marvel; straight yet curved; sharply defined yet non-existent; visible yet intangible. It was like the vibration of a harp-string, which thrills dreamily for a long time, seeming to die away and yet still be there.
Then little Johannes sat down on the sand-hill and gazed—gazed long—motionless and silent; till he felt as though he were about to die,—as though the great golden gates of the Infinite had opened majestically before him, and his little soul were soaring forth towards the first light of eternity; until the tears, which welled up to his wide-open eyes, had dimmed the radiance of the sun, and the splendour of sky and earth floated off into soft tremulous light.
'That is the way to pray!' said Windekind."
And these were my favourite words:
eatables - edible things
jackanapes - a cheeky person or a tame monkey
gambolled - ran or jumped about playfully