→2012→10→02→Comic Strip of the Day→CSotD: Nevermore witty
Comic Strip of the Day

CSotD: Nevermore witty

Published: October 2, 2012 1 minute 5 comments

Rwo

Fresh from her engagement at the fabulous Kenosha Festival of Cartooning, Hilary Price gives us a vision of Pooh that backs up the basic pun with a bit of appropriate travesty.

I love Rhymes with Orange because it's not just funny but witty, which is not the same thing. The Pooh/Poe thing works, sure, and "Eeyore" and "Lenore" sound and scan alike, so you can swap them out successfully.

But, while the joke is in picturing Pooh as an inward-looking, depressed poet instead of a sunny little teddy bear, what nails it is that Eeyore really does fit the mood of the poem. 

And Pooh isn't invariably a sunny little teddy bear, as any semiliterate person knows, but don't get me started on Pooherphernalia, which is a travesty of the more common definition. (Oddly enough, Mark Tatulli repeated the strip this week that illustrates that linked remembrance of an earlier rant.)

Dammit, though, these things matter. It's not a "get off my lawn" issue. It's an issue of cultural literacy and of acquiring some sense of nuance and artistic depth, which then gives you standing to make jokes about Edgar Allan Poe and Winnie the Pooh.

Charlottes-WebOne of the kid reporters I oversee asked if she could do a piece on the 60th anniversary of the publication of "Charlotte's Web," and I not only endorsed the idea but hooked her up with a couple of writers of popular kid-lit to interview about the influence of the book.

However, I told her I wanted the story to include a mention of Garth Williams' brilliant illustrations, which I think are as much a part of the book's feel as E.B. White's prose. (And ditto with his mood-setting work on the original Little House books.)

Eh-shepard-poohI feel the same way about Ernest Shepard's illustrations for the Pooh books (in which category, of course, I lump Milne's non-Pooh poetry books).

The difference is that the perverse spread of Pooherphernalia means that kids won't encounter the True Pooh until they've seen so much Disney Pooh that it will be too late.

And they won't realize what a wonderfully depressed character True Eeyore is supposed to be.  He's a bit like Ugarte in Casablanca:

"You despise me, Pooh, don't you?"
"If I gave you any thought, I suppose I would."  

Reading Eeyore aloud is — was — one of the great joys of parenthood.

On the other hand, there is this hopeful note: Libraries throughout New Hampshire are spotlighting Edgar Allan Poe throughout the month of October, and I don't think anyone has spoiled him for children yet.

Please don't tell Johnny Depp and for god's sake don't say anything about it to Jim Carrey.

And this note: For those too far from Wisconsin to have caught Hilary at this past week's festival (and distance is the only acceptable excuse for that), you can very likely catch her next month at the annual open studio in her building, "very likely" in that it is announced here but not yet by her. Always a joyous occasion.

And now, here's your moment of Poe:

 

Previous Post
Stan Lee cancels appearances, gets pace-maker
Next Post
Bill Holbrook releases first Dethany music video

Comments 5

  1. This entire article flew right over my head, mostly because, as a kid, I found the Pooh cartoons insufferable. I’m not going to pretend to have been a kid of high standards, considering I lapped up other Cartoon cum Toy Commercials, e.g. Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, as well as other mindless Disney dreck (e.g. Duck Tales).
    However, Winnie the Pooh just never did it for me. Whatever comedy existed seemed lame and the whole production came off as more saccharine than the Berenstain Bears. For the most part, I tended to prefer the Warner Bros. cartoons over the Disney cartoons, save for their movies.

  2. But Pooh wasn’t a cartoon character really. He was the protagonist in a series of funny stories. Just two days ago my brother and sister and I had our 50+ year old copies of the Pooh books out to look at the illustrations. We needed to answer the question of whether Tigger and Piglet looked alike in the Ernest Shepard illustrations which is how my sister, wrongly, remembered it.
    I did enjoy Edgar Allan Pooh this morning when I read my newspaper.

  3. Well, Mat, my sister and I liked the literary Pooh just fine when we were the right age for it, but you’re not alone. Dorothy Parker reviewed “The House at Pooh Corner” (under her alias “Constant Reader”) when it was released and hit her limit when Milne had Pooh use the word “hummy” (as in, describing something that is hummed):
    “And it is that word ‘hummy,’ my darlings, that marks the first place in The House at Pooh Corner at which Tonstant Weader fwowed up.”
    To Mike’s larger point, Price is one of the smarter cartoonists around and this strip is a good example of it. It works even if only one reader out of 20 gets the Eeyore/Lenore (which I confess I didn’t). And hip-hip-hoorah for Williams and Shepard, two of the greats whose work you just don’t mess with or try to improve upon. If you’re smart.

  4. Not sure I’d assign Dorothy Parker to review a book intended to be read aloud to tiny children, rather than savaged around a table of professional wiseasses. Much as I enjoy the comments of professional wiseasses in the abstract, they aren’t generally very good company in reality and not terribly well-informed when the topic is healthy families.
    I enjoyed True Pooh as a child but only as an adult realized it had a Rocky-and-Bullwinkle element in that it was fun for the kids but really fun for parents, with constant winks and inside jokes to keep you going while it was amusing the little ones. The Alice books are that way as well, though Lewis Carroll pitches his inside jokes more high-and-inside, constantly dusting off parents who aren’t paying enough attention.
    Disney screwed up “Alice in Wonderland,” too. There was very little in the way of children’s literature that studio couldn’t ream all the substance out of.

  5. If you’ve never happened on it before, take the time to grab Frederick Crews’s “The Pooh Perplex” from the library. A literary critic in his own right, Crews put together a satirical”Freshman Casebook” of critical essays on that great literary classic, Winnie-the-Pooh.
    It’s old-fashioned satire, a generation removed from things like “Pride and Prejudice and Zombies,” and Crews never breaks the straight face as he goes through the Marxist, Post-modern, Christian Apologist, and various other critical explanations of Pooh. Well worth the hour or two it takes to read.
    If you like Pooh, of course. I suppose it would be pretty meaningless to people only familiar with the Disney knock-off.

Comments are closed.

Search

Subscribe to our newsletter

Get a daily recap of the news posted each day.
^ Top