Wednesday, March 25, 2009
Deep (rushed) thought
Last year, a friend, hearing that Jamie was nearing the end of the kids’ version of À la recherche du temps perdu, a/k/a the Harry Potter series, gave him a copy of Philip Pullman’s The Golden Compass. It’s been Jamie’s before-bed reading for the past six or seven months; as with the Potter books, I read a couple of pages to him each night. Right now, he’s with Lyra in Bolvangar, and they’ve just discovered the severed daemons with the help of the grey goose of Serafina Pekkala. (One side benefit of this exercise is that I now understand just how badly the movie was botched—clearly, it was written by agents of the Magisterium.)
Anyway, I got kinda interested in the thing and decided to read ahead, and then I figured I should read the entire His Dark Materials trilogy. I’m halfway through the final book, The Amber Spyglass, and I’m getting the distinct sense that, to put it schematically, C. S. Lewis’ Out of the Silent Planet - Perelandra - That Hideous Strength : Milton :: Pullman’s The Golden Compass - The Subtle Knife - The Amber Spyglass: Blake. Feel free to discuss. But if anyone includes spoilers in comments, I will ban him or her from all the Internets in the all the universes.
Oh, and Jamie had a fabulous time in Louisiana. The high point: holding a hundred-pound alligator and having a black rat snake wrapped around his neck in the course of an eco-tour in the Alligator Bayou. Now I’m off to Toledo, then home (at last!) for almost the entire month of April.