The Story of Doctor Dolittle

The Story of Doctor Dolittle

THERE are some of us now reaching middle age who discover themselves to be lamenting the past in one respect if in none other, that there are no books written now for children comparable with those of thirty years ago. I say written for children because the new psychological business of writing about them as though they were small pills or hatched in some especially scientific method is extremely popular to-day. Writing for children rather than about them is very difficult as everybody who has tried it knows. It can only be done, I am convinced, by somebody having a great deal of the child in his own outlook and sensibilities. Such was the author of The Little Duke and The Dove in the Eagles Nest, such the author of A Flatiron for a Farthing, and The Story of a Short Life. Such, above all, the author of Alice in Wonderland. Grownups imagine that they can do the trick by adopting baby[viii] language and talking down to their very critical audience. There never was a greater mistake. The imagination of the author must be a childs imagination and yet maturely consistent, so that the White Queen in Alice, for instance, is seen just as a child would see her, but she continues always herself through all her distressing adventures. The supreme touch of the white rabbit pulling on his white gloves as he hastens is again absolutely the childs vision, but the white rabbit as guide and introducer of Alices adventures belongs to mature grown insight. Geniuses are rare and, without being at all an undue praiser of times past, one can say without hesitation that until the appearance of Hugh Lofting, the successor of Miss Yonge, Mrs. Ewing, Mrs. Gatty and Lewis Carroll had not appeared. I remember the delight with which some six months ago I picked up the first Dolittle book in the Hampshire bookshop at Smith College in Northampton. One of Mr. Loftings pictures was quite enough for me. The picture that I lighted upon when I first opened the book was the one of the monkeys[ix] making a chain with their arms across the gulf. Then I looked further and discovered Bumpo reading fairy stories to himself. And then looked again and there was a picture of John Dolittles house. But pictures are not enough although most authors draw so badly that if one of them happens to have the genius for line that Mr. Lofting shows there must be, one feels, something in his writing as well. There is. You cannot read the first paragraph of the book, which begins in the right way Once upon a time without knowing that Mr. Lofting believes in his story quite as much as he expects you to. That is the first essential for a story teller. Then you discover as you read on that he has the right eye for the right detail. What child-inquiring mind could resist this intriguing sentence to be found on the second page of the book: ......Buy Now (To Read More)

Product details

Ebook Number: 501
Author: Lofting, Hugh
Release Date: Apr 1, 1996
Format: eBook
Language: English