This is a review of the little blue paperback pictured.
It is a short story, in lyric verse, by Dylan Thomas;
Woodcut illustrations by Ellen Raskin;
Published by New Directions.
With this short story in verse, acclaimed Welsh Poet Dylan Thomas (1914-1953) exhibits a fierce mastery of imagery that reaches into his own beginnings in seaside Swansea to pull out Christmas reminiscence that, among other things, speaks of snowballs, sleeping uncles, wind-cherried noses, and cats that slink and sidle over white back-garden walls.
The Gist of It
The tale evolves from an interchange between a somewhat cryptic and reflective adult, and a spunky youngster who interjects with such story-stopping remarks as:
CHILD: "... the postmen"
ADULT: "They were just ordinary postmen
They knocked on the doors with blue knuckles ...."
CHILD: "Ours has got a black knocker...."
Upon first reading, A Childs Christmas in Wales, quite literally, took my breath away. The engaging, neo-classic, introduced when Thomas read it aloud on one of his many early 1950s radio broadcasts, is punctuated not so much by commas and periods as with waves of recollection undulating from misty visions of sea-town childhood Christmas celebrations past.
In lyric prose, we learn of snow shaken from white wash buckets down the sky, growing overnight on the roofs of houses where there is sherry, walnuts and bottled beer
and "useful" as well as "useless" presents.
Sometimes the poets juxtaposition of calm and ludicrous
or, of quiet and foreboding
incites laughter, or focuses attention on a particular memory he chooses to, momentarily, hold still in an otherwise kaleidoscopic review. Either way, A Childs Christmas in Wales can be as much a jolly good time for children as it can be for you and me.
One Childs Experience
Our 3-year old, for example, had Christmas Eve belly laughs when he heard that the gong bombilated and that lads smirked as they swallowed candy cigarettes.
At 8, he giggled to discover one of the useless presents -- a celluloid duck that made, when you pressed it, a most unducklike sound, a mewing moo that an ambitious cat might make who wished to be a cow; -- in his own stocking.
At 16, our young man enjoyed the reading itself
smiling as we revived Mrs. Prothero and the fire brigade
fingering the little blue booklets richly textured paper while playing a card game on the side
once again, waiting for Christmas to arrive.
At 20, receipt of the familiar blue envelope (a companion piece to the paper-bound booklet), signaled home-going time for a budding computer engineer; and, at 26, a new age businessman read the story to a niece of his very own; but, unlike the uncles of Swansea of yore, this uncle didnt play fiddle. Instead, he turned to a PS2 DDRMAX2* to wear down the childs enthusiasm for the night.
Times change, but A Childs Christmas in Wales spans the gap.
Woodcuts by Ellen Ruskin
As if the mental images Thomas draws arent enough, the New Directions, paper-bound version of A Childs Christmas in Wales is illustrated with earthy woodcut prints created by Ellen Ruskin; folk imagery rightly paired with the poems carefully contrived nonchalance.
The size of this booklet offers a bonus. With its coordinating envelope, its small enough (at a bit more than 5-inches square) to serve as an extra-special greeting card, yet large enough to wrap as a stand-alone gift. With a cost of less than $10 and its unique character, the booklet is one of my favorite gifts to give.
Recommend this product?
I recommend A Childs Christmas in Wales as a wonderful read and a choice gift.
It isnt for everyone, though. Some will find that even listening to the tale is too much like work. For those adults in your life, consider giving WorldChanging reviewed here: http://www.epinions.com/content_399949205124.
Even if Dylan Thomas is not your cup of tea, do buy a copy of the little, blue paperback version of A Childs Christmas in Wales if you see it. It isnt always available, but is in print this year (2007). Sooner or later youre bound to be glad you tucked it aside, because, its been compared to Dickens Christmas Carol, and even though it has a whimsy that also can be had in the Princess Bride, and may not quite rival The Nutcracker for secular Christmas story popularity
still, there is nothing quite like A Childs Christmas in Wales.
I could see the lights in the windows of all the other houses on our hill and hear the music
rising from them up the long, steady falling night.
I turned the gas down, I got into bed. I said some words to the close and holy darkness, and then I slept.
A Childs Christmas in Wales
* Footnote: Play Station 2 Dance Dance Revolution: MAX2music video game: http://www.epinions.com/content_147709202052
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