Apart from The Iliad by Homer, Calm Down, Boris is probably your favourite book. We've read it to you a great number of times, always trying our best to make silly and brilliant monster impressions to try and make you interested. It never worked.
Until now.
At the minute, you just adore, Calm Down, Boris. "The thing is, Daddy: the protagonist is both intensely vulnerable and fatally flawed," you lamented. "As a reader I feel compelled down both avenues of the dichotomy." You paused, briefly, before continuing, "On the one hand, Boris is pushed towards the fringes of his social circle because of his implied 'tickly disability,'" you said, making the quotation marks with your fingers, "and on the other hand, it is because of this 'flaw' that ultimately makes him the hero of the story. The true hero of the story is the dog, in my opinion. The dog is the character that Boris, unwittingly, owes his life to." A longer pause while you took a sip from your beaker, "Without the dog, Boris has no redemption, which, ultimately forces him into an ever decreasing circle of self-loathing and social isolation."
"It's just a funny story about a monster." We told you.
"Can you read it again, please, Daddy?" You said.
No comments:
Post a Comment