
I would be a little surprised if you were unfamiliar with the story of Peter Pan and Miss Wendy of Number 14. You know, the story of the boy who would not grow up and the girl who eventually did. I remember watching one of the film versions and being so heart broken that Peter still refused to grow up that I changed the ending in my mind. But alas, it was not to be.
James M. Barrie (1860-1937) was a novelist and playwright. And, although his life was full of successful works, his play Peter Pan, or the Boy Who Wouldn't Grow Up is his most well known piece of work. Peter and Wendy is the novel version of the play and a fantastic read for children of any age (be it 12 or 52).
When reading about his life, it is obvious that James felt more comfortable in the imaginative world of children. In the Neverland, where pirates rule above the seas and mermaids rule below. Where the island is fully of fairies and indians and crocodiles who tick tock tick tock as they go. This is a world were children fly simply because they believe and fairies are born each time a baby laughs for the first time. Really, where else would all the things be in one place at one time but in the Neverlands.
Throughout the book, one thing was very apparent... Peter Pan was a little rascal. The whole reason Hook was obsessed with ridding the world of Peter was because he was a cocky little thing. Peter always declared himself to be the clever one, though others were the truely clever ones. He loved stories of himself, though he could not remember most of the adventures he had been on. And he was oblivious of the fact that the girls (Wendy and Tink) were swooning over him. Even Sir Barrie was disappointed in the statue of Peter Pan in Kensington Gardens because "it doesn't show the devil in Peter."
The writing is creative, unique, and as imaginative as the children are. The "We" who write the story decides the story will go one way or another as they are telling it, just like when your parents lay with you in bed, telling you stories of rescues and battles. And all things have life and personality.. even the night lights:
They were awfully nice little night-lights, and one cannot help wishing that they could have kept awake to see Peter; but Wendy's light blinked and gave such a yawn that the other two yawned also, and before they could close their mouths all the three went out (beginning of chapter 3).
Doesn't that just paint a perfect little picture of how those lights went out?
The characters are beautifully described and their personalities apparent: Hook with his obsession with good form and bad form, his menacing demeanor, weakening fear of the crocodile, Tink with her propensity for cussing and bitter jealousy (and crush on Peter), Tootles and his doggone bad luck, Smee and his lovable nature, and Wendy, with her romantic name (come on, don't you just love to say it? Say it with me Wendy Moira Angela Darling), who was the Mother, who so wanted to be with Peter but was one who chose to grow up.
Peter and Wendy is a splendid little book that I very much enjoyed reading. However, I must say, by the end of the book, I wasn't sure if I wanted to be a child again or to grow up. Maybe a little of both.
(When you read it, tell me, what do you think "the kiss" in the right hand corner of Mrs. Darlings mouth is? I have some thoughts, thanks to Charity, but I am curious to know what you think.)
**The was a book club read. If you are interested in joining in on the fun and discussion, email me and I will keep you updated on future meetings and books!