The Story of Babar: The Little Elephant by
Jean de Brunhoff
My rating:
1 of 5 stars
I first learnt about this book from
Brief Candle in the Dark: My Life in Science or some other book by
Richard Dawkins, I don't remember exactly. What I do remember is that he mentioned Babar as something he used to read to his daughter. It sounded like a reason enough to give it a try.
I wish I didn't. My five-year-old is ok with the book, of course, since he can't recognize in it what I can. I guess in 1933, when it was published, a book like that was totally fine for children; just a normal life, wasn't it? Unfortunately, it's totally not ok now. Too much colonial by any standards.
Babar's loving mother is shot, while he is still a kid (a toddler by the feel of it, since he rides on her back at that moment). He wanders in the forest for a few days, during which he apparently matures enough. Without further ado he comes to a city, where he leads a life of a young gigolo for a few years. Then an accident makes him decide to return to the forest, which he does pompously. Meanwhile, the elephant king is conveniently poisoned, and Babar, having learnt the proper ways in the city, becomes a king (making his cousin he met that very day his queen).
The only way it can be read today is assuming it a social satire. Maybe it even have been that from the beginning, it's hard to judge. But satire is not a genre a kid still reading picture books can understand, so it's definitely not suited for children. The book is described by many as a children's classic, but in my view it's more of a relic.
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