The Book of Dreams and Ghosts, Andrew Lang
The Highlander Andrew Lang, he of the Crayola fairies, published this collection of anecdotes in 1897 and revised it in 1899. It is a loosely-organized anthology of cases that Lang either investigated personally, heard about from eyewitnesses, heard about it from secondary and tertiary sources, read about, or . . . whatever is left.
The dreams are typically strange in some way, like the one in which a bulldog in a bowler hat and cutaway coat, and wearing a monocle, whacks me in the shins with a cane. It’s the usual group of allegedly paranormal dreams: A dreams of B, who dies a thousand miles away at what might be the exact moment that A’s dream occurs. Or C dreams of a buried treasure and goes to dig it up, only to find that the site is the basement of Parliament. That kind of thing.
Mind reading, future prediction, and shared dreams have their turn. As for ghosts, they range from annoying poltergeists to tragic visions of the dearly departed, to terrifying encounters on some bonny brae. Repetitive and not particularly persuasive, the ghost tales are less convincing than the folk tales Lang collected in the Red Fairy Book.
Lang’s Scottish dialect terms creep in often and they’re braw keepit for a lowlander ta gleech. I kept having to look up dialect terms and often as not the Google response was “hell if I know.”
The [first] Jungle Book, by Rudyard Kipling
Soneone once asked Bertie Wooster if he liked Kipling, and he replied, “Don’t know, old thing. I’ve never Kippled.” Anyhoo, only the first three of these seven stories (which include interpolated poems) concern themselves with Mowgli, stolen from his human family by a tiger and adopted by a family of wolves and reared as one of the pack. Unlike in the Disney version, the Kipling one has Mowgli being educated by the wise and articulate bear, Baloo, and the irresponsible, sometimes goofy panther, Bagheera. I know, I know, but Sebastian Cabot always played dignified, rather stuffy pukka sahib British gentleman, while Wonga “Phil” Harris clowned around with Jack Benny and sang patter songs like “That’s What I Like About the South” and “The Thing.” The cartoon swaps the personalities, probably to match the voices.
The rest of the stories deal with other animals, Arctic seals, constrictor snakes, elephants, camels, and so on. The best of these is the one about the mongoose, Rikki Tikki Tavi.
For kids’ stories, the tales are pretty intense. There’s murder, cannibalism, kidnapping, and a good dose of colonialism. But what do you expect, a woke wolf-boy? Fat chance. The tone suits the era and the audience.
The Moral Narratives of Hayao Myazaki, Eric Reinders
Since retiring from University teaching, I have less patience with academic criticism than once I had. Eric Reinders, a professor of religion at Emory University, examines the animated cartoon feature, I beg your pardon, the anime oeuvre of Hayao Miyazaki, eminence grise of the Japanese film production company Studio Ghibli.
Reinders has points to make, very good, but the book is more like a series of essays with roughly the same thesis, so it’s a bit like reading the same argument over and over with very little variance. Reinders addresses Shintoism and Buddhism, among other creeds, and explains how all of the Studio Ghibli movies actually use the tenets of Eastern religions to enrich the narratives
However, while I really admire the art, the loose structure, and the intriguing, sometimes enduring characters in the films, it seems to me that Miyazaki’s animated films can communicate richly with viewers who are not well-versed in Eastern religions and philosophy. Just my opinion, mind. I have no beef with those who have the depth of knowledge to explore such things.