An interesting take on children’s literature by a Brandeis professor in The Boston Globe: The way we were.
Our adult delight in children’s literature is not an innocent delight. As adult readers of children’s stories, we’re aware, as children are not, that their robust confidence in the world, at least while they are enraptured by a story, is ephemeral and fragile, endangered by every step they take toward adulthood. For us, the child becomes almost another character in the story, responding with a wonderfully heedless delight or dismay to things as unreal as the adult world she imagines. But we know what’s coming, how evanescent the child’s world is-and we feel for her what she cannot possibly feel for herself.
Thanks to Veronica for the link.