I Read Redwall
Dec. 5th, 2006 10:35 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
mishalakAnd now I'm journaling about it because if you don't have anything nice to say, there is always "the internets" where no one cares if you're right or wrong, because everyone is just here to vent or find a boyfriend. Which is to say that is review isn't by Mishalak, it is by Snarky D. Sprite, enemy of literature. Right onto something like a review.
Redwall is the literary equivalent of a precious moments figurine. It is a little sad, but the cutely human animals mostly only die if they're very bad ones indeed. And, of course, to show how bady, bad Cluny the Scourge and the other bad guy types are they threaten a lot of them with death and even kill three of the the good guys on screen. The book is less classist (I'm sure I cannot have coined that word) than The Wind in the Willows, but it lacks something. Perhaps it lacks me reading it a golden light when I was about 12 or it is a little too self aware. I'd have to read it again (not something I want to do any time soon unless I need to put myself to sleep), but I think there might be a bit more animal quality to the characters of The Wind in the Willows. In Redwall the animals all seem to be furry christians with special abilities like being proficient climbers or very fast runners.
What did I love about this book? Well... it was fun to see the repeated bad ends that the horde of evil ones come to either at each other's hands or the fearsome snake. And the fact that after one last VERY meaningful death scene the thing is over.
This is not the worst furry fan novel I've ever read. If only it were. But there is no sex, only a bit of violence, and so it could be a suitable present in large type for someone's Grandmother. One who covers everything in doilies, not the one who was an adventurous soul who grew up just in time to avoid leaving a young and pretty corpse and mother some children. And as harshly as I've treated this work here it really is quite hard, because it isn't outright disastrously terrible or so bad it is funny. It is just sort of... inoffensively cute. I'd rather have some faeries who bite people's hands, thank you very much.
Two Words: Precious Yawn
Redwall is the literary equivalent of a precious moments figurine. It is a little sad, but the cutely human animals mostly only die if they're very bad ones indeed. And, of course, to show how bady, bad Cluny the Scourge and the other bad guy types are they threaten a lot of them with death and even kill three of the the good guys on screen. The book is less classist (I'm sure I cannot have coined that word) than The Wind in the Willows, but it lacks something. Perhaps it lacks me reading it a golden light when I was about 12 or it is a little too self aware. I'd have to read it again (not something I want to do any time soon unless I need to put myself to sleep), but I think there might be a bit more animal quality to the characters of The Wind in the Willows. In Redwall the animals all seem to be furry christians with special abilities like being proficient climbers or very fast runners.
What did I love about this book? Well... it was fun to see the repeated bad ends that the horde of evil ones come to either at each other's hands or the fearsome snake. And the fact that after one last VERY meaningful death scene the thing is over.
This is not the worst furry fan novel I've ever read. If only it were. But there is no sex, only a bit of violence, and so it could be a suitable present in large type for someone's Grandmother. One who covers everything in doilies, not the one who was an adventurous soul who grew up just in time to avoid leaving a young and pretty corpse and mother some children. And as harshly as I've treated this work here it really is quite hard, because it isn't outright disastrously terrible or so bad it is funny. It is just sort of... inoffensively cute. I'd rather have some faeries who bite people's hands, thank you very much.
Two Words: Precious Yawn