As a child many of my favourite books had food as a theme. One in
particular told the story of a boy who helped save his local burger bar by
becoming a gastro-sleuth to track down a lost secret ingredient.
Long after losing track of the book and forgetting its title, I found
myself in Edinburgh to interview Alexander McCall Smith. He was already the
mega-selling author of The No 1 Ladies’ Detective Agency series, but years
earlier, he had published a few children’s books. There among them on a shelf
was The Perfect Hamburger.
It was my book. Except that it wasn’t – not really. While burgers do
indeed feature in lip-smacking detail, this time it was clear to me that The
Perfect Hamburger is actually a tale of corporate greed and the fate of small
businesses forced to compete with big chains.
Revisiting kids’ books in adulthood can yield all sorts of weird and
wonderful subtexts, some more obvious than others. How could Dr Seuss’s How the
Grinch Stole Christmas be anything other than a parable of consumerism? Why
would it not seem blindingly clear that CS Lewis’s The Chronicles of Narnia are
in fact a fantastical re-imagining of Christian theology?
Similar close readings have rendered the Paddington Bear books fables
about immigration and Babar the Elephant an endorsement of French colonialism.
Alice’s Wonderland adventures have been seen as everything from a paean to
mathematical logic to a satire about the War of the Roses or a trippy caper
with drugs as an underlying theme. And what about The Little Engine That Could?
You might know it as a story about trains that fosters can-do optimism, but it
has also been taken as a you-go-girl feminist tale. (The eponymous little
engine is a lady train and when she breaks down, only another female train will
stop to help out.) As for The Wonderful Wizard of Oz: why, it’s an allegorical
representation of the debate surrounding late 19th Century US monetary policy,
of course.
Digging deep
It’s easy to poke fun at some of these more outlandish readings. Could
they perhaps be the products of parents so addled by a text that, following
their umpteenth nightly recital, the words start acting like one of those
magic-eye images? Stare at them long enough and sense will materialise. Or
nonsense. How else could a 22-page picture book like The Very Hungry
Caterpillar yield capitalist, Christian, feminist, Marxist, queer and
anti-liberal messages?
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