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But isn’t it about happy childhood things? Unfortunately, no – there is more about repression than adventure here. Take Mr Rat’s response to the enthusiastic and naïve Mr Mole, about what lies beyond the river:


The first of the letters to Mouse: Toad’s adventures have already started! Letter from Kenneth Grahame to Alastair, Falmouth, 10 May 1907.


‘Beyond the Wild Wood comes the Wide World,’ said the Rat. ‘And that’s something that doesn’t matter, either to you or me. I’ve never been there, and I’m never going, nor you either, if you’ve got any sense at all. Don’t ever refer to it again, please. Now then! Here’s our backwater at last, where we’re going to lunch.’


Later on, the indoctrinated Mr Mole stops his friend from escaping to Italy – and then both of them gang up on Mr Toad to make sure he doesn’t let the side down by doing anything childish (or spontaneous or adventurous).


Home, warmth and food? Certainly, these are here, but they are set in a world of nostalgia – nostalgia for a lost Arcadia, complete with Thomas Hardy’s carol singers, nostalgia for a land of safety and innocence (‘clean,’ as Grahame notoriously put it, ‘of the clash of sex’). But what on earth has nostalgia got to do with childhood, or books for children? Children look forward, not back: it must be a rare, and sad, child, who is nostalgic for a better childhood!


And friendship? OK, if you’re male. As the great Margaret Meek (who did not like the book) pointed out in BfK 68 back in 1991: ‘at no time did I want any of that male company.’ It was a Gentleman’s Club ‘that represented too many kinds of social exclusion.’ Notably of women.


No, here is a book by a man who had written about childhood (in The Golden Age and Dream Days) – but never for children. Grahame was comfortably well off, moved in high circles, and was essentially lazy – as he said himself, he had no need of the money, or desire for the notoriety that more writing would bring. But he came under pressure from two remarkable women – his wife Elspeth and the polymath feminist Constance Smedley – and so he took the 16,900 words that he had already written to his son and added to them. What he added were gentle pastiches of the fashionable genres of the day – river stories, caravanning expeditions, motorcar thrillers, and pseudo-mystic rural dreams. Sometimes the borrowing is very close, as with the main characters in Jerome K. Jerome’s Three Men in a Boat, or the parodies of Gilbert and Sullivan (when Mr Toad is arrested), or Rat and Mole becoming Holmes and Watson arguing outside Mr Badger’s back door in the snow.


Mouse’s reply! Mouse’s reply! 58


Grahame then playfully (or mischievously) populated the book with (generally affable) caricatures of his friends (Toad is at least party to his friend Sir Charles Brook-Rose, the eccentric car-owner), and disguised comments on (among much else) his life at the Bank of England (his brother Roland worked there and his nick- name was ‘Ratty’). He smuggled in his own dreams of escape (to Italy) and his own fears (the Wild Wood) and his own aspirations (to be an insider). The prose is rich, and allusive, and kaleidoscopically witty. There are tiny, residual moments when he appears to be addressing a child, but for 98% of the time, his target is a reader as well read, sophisticated, and ironic as himself. This is not to say generations of children have not enjoyed reading the book, but whatever the publicity says about ‘timelessness’, it is profoundly a text of its time. Styles and reading habits change, and children now mostly encounter The Wind in the Willows in versions that cut anything reflective or complex from the language.


So, if it is not for Children, how on earth did it become a ‘Children’s Classic’?


The simple answer is that it was, like many other books of the same period, adopted by adults as a book that should be for children. Children’s books were (and to a large extent still are) dominated not by children’s tastes but by adults’ tastes – and for much of the 20th century these were MALE adults’ tastes, strong on nostalgia, rural settings, safe and conservative resolutions, and food (instead of sex). And the snowball effect, which is behind the status accorded to many classics, was, in the case of The Wind in the Willows, assiduously helped by excellent management of ‘The Brand’ by Grahame’s oft-maligned wife, Elspeth, and his literary agent, Curtis Brown.


‘Classic’? Yes: it’s part of the culture. How else could the probably only moderately literary readers of The Sun understand the front-page headline on 10 January this year on sleaze in Westminster: ‘CODE OF TOAD HALL’? ‘Children’s Classic’ – well, if you must. But ‘Classic for Children’? I don’t think so.


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The Swan Inn, Pangbourne, a little upriver from Church Cottage, Grahame’s home from 1924. Illustration from Hilaire Belloc’s The Historic Thames, 1907


All images are © Bodleian Library, University of Oxford, 2018 Books for Keeps No.229 March 2018 17


Peter Hunt is Professor Emeritus in Children’s Literature at Cardiff University. His book The Making of The Wind in the Willows (9781851244799), is published by the Bodleian Library for £12.99.


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