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The Wind in the Willows (Oxford World's Classics)

Press:Oxford Paperbacks Oxford University Press (February 2, 2009)
Publication Date:2008-04-17
ISBN:9780199556489
Author Name:Kenneth Grahame
Pages:192
Language:English

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The Wind in the Willows (1908) is a book for those 'who keep the spirit of youth alive in them'. 
So wrote Kenneth Grahame of his timeless tale of Toad, Mole, Badger, and Rat in their beautiful and benevolently ordered world.
But it is also a world under siege, threatened by dark and unnamed forces, and defended by the mysterious Piper at the Gates of Dawn.
The Wind in the Willows has achieved an enduring place in our literature: it succeeds at once in arousing our anxieties and in calming them by giving perfect shape to our desire for peace and escape.

From Publishers Weekly

Mary Jane Begin illustrates the classic story of Mole, Badger, Rat and Toad, The Wind in the Willows by Kenneth Grahame. 
Each chapter opens with a vignette and includes a full-page painting of a dramatic moment in the proceedings.
All ages.Copyright 2002 Cahners Business Information, Inc.

From School Library Journal

Grade 3 Up-Here, Grahame's text is profusely illustrated with small decorative drawings and watercolors, as well as panoramic spreads and bordered full-page pictures. 
The watercolors are often dominated by blues and greens, creating a sense of the river and countryside.
Overall, Foreman's visual treatment is lighthearted, whimsical, and spirited.
Some pictures are quite comical, such as a sobbing Mr.
Toad after he receives a much-deserved tongue-lashing from Badger and Mr.
Toad crooning his "last little song" to a set of empty chairs.
Others are full of energy, movement, and drama such as scenes of the attack on Toad Hall.
The endpapers are designed as maps of the countryside.
Information about the author and his most famous work is included, as are reprints of the four letters sent to the author's son, which began the tales, and photographs of father and son.
The combination of this timeless story and Foreman's dynamic pictures is sure to be a hit.
Both this version and the one illustrated by Mary Jane Begin (North-South, 2002) are attractive and appealing, but libraries that can only afford one should consider Foreman's offering.Heide Piehler, Shorewood Public Library, WICopyright 2003 Reed Business Information, Inc.

From Booklist

Reviewed with The Wind in the Willows, illustrated by Mary Jane Begin.Gr. 
3-5.
Two artists have illustrated new, unabridged editions of the English classic.
Begin, an American illustrator whose books include Bethany Roberts' A Mouse Told His Mother (1997) and Thomas Hood's Before I Go to Sleep (1999), contributes a series of acrylic and watercolor paintings in warm, glowing colors for this large-format edition.
Ranging from small vignettes to full-page pictures, the scenes vary in tone from cozy to dramatic to comical.
Capturing the story on wide, horizontal pages, English illustrator Foreman approaches the same material with a little more restraint in color and a broader range of effects in his art.
Intriguing picture maps on the endpapers set the stage for the action, and almost every turn of the page brings a new illustration, from the delicate drawing of a flower or butterfly to a dynamic, double-page painting brimming with action.
His draftsmanship is sensitive and often lively, the watercolors are skillfully handled, and some of the pictures are simply beautiful.
Each book includes an afterword with background information on Kenneth Grahame and how he came to write the book.
For libraries with the shelf space and budgets, these volumes offer intriguing interpretations of the timeless story.
Carolyn PhelanCopyright © American Library Association.
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Review

"[A] magnificent new edition."  —Columbus Parent Magazine

From the Publisher

A children's classic comes to life in an enchanting dramatization narratedby Alan Bennett. 
Enter the world of the great river and meet the marvelousriverbank animals: the poetic Rat, his friend Mole, and the boastful Toad, asthey voyage down the river and into the Wild Wood to great adventures! Thisexclusive BBC production features a full cast, authentic sound effects andsweeping music to warm hearts young and old.

From the Inside Flap

A children's classic comes to life in an enchanting dramatization narrated by Alan Bennett.   Enter the world of the great river and meet the marvelousriverbank animals: the poetic Rat, his friend Mole, and the boastful Toad, as they voyage down the river and into the Wild Wood to great adventures!  Thisexclusive BBC production features a full cast, authentic sound effects and sweeping music to warm hearts young and old.  

From the Back Cover

The Wind in the Willows is a book for those 'who keep the spirit of youth alive in them; of life, sunshine, running water, woodlands, dusty roads, winter firesides.'

About the Author

Kenneth Grahame was a British writer, mainly of the sort of fiction and fantasy written for children but enjoyed equally if not more by adults.

Excerpt. © Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved.

Chapter IThe River BankThe Mole had been working very hard all the morning, spring-cleaning  his little home. 
First with brooms, then with dusters; then on ladders and steps and chairs, with a brush and a pail of whitewash; till he had dust in his throat and eyes, and splashes of whitewash all over his black fur, and an aching back and weary arms.
Spring was moving in the air above and in the earth below and around him, penetrating even his dark and lowly little house with its spirit of divine discontent and longing.
It was small wonder, then, that he suddenly flung down his brush on the floor, said, “Bother!” and “O blow!” and also “Hang spring-cleaning!” and bolted out of the house without even waiting to put on his coat.
Something up above was calling him imperiously, and he made for the steep little tunnel which answered in his case to the gravelled carriage-drive owned by animals whose residences are nearer to the sun and air.
So he scraped and scratched and scrabbled and scrooged, and then he scrooged again and scrabbled and scratched and scraped, working busily with his little paws and muttering to himself, “Up we go! Up we go!” till at last, pop! his snout came out into the sunlight and he found himself rolling in the warm grass of a great meadow.“This is fine!” he said to himself.
“This is better than whitewashing!” The sunshine struck hot on his fur, soft breezes caressed his heated brow, and after the seclusion of the cellarage he had lived in so long the carol of happy birds fell on his dulled hearing almost like a shout.
Jumping off all his four legs at once, in the joy of living and the delight of spring without its cleaning, he pursued his way across the meadow till he reached the hedge on the further side.“Hold up!” said an elderly rabbit at the gap.
“Sixpence for the privilege of passing by the private road!” He was bowled over in an instant by the impatient and contemptuous Mole, who trotted along the side of the hedge chaffing the other rabbits as they peeped hurriedly from their holes to see what the row was about.
“Onion-sauce! Onion-sauce!” he remarked jeeringly, and was gone before they could think of a thoroughly satisfactory reply.
Then they all started grumbling at each other.
“How stupid you are! Why didn’t you tell him—” “Well, why didn’t you say—” “You might have reminded him—” and so on, in the usual way; but, of course, it was then much too late, as is always the case.It all seemed too good to be true.
Hither and thither through the meadows he rambled busily, along the hedgerows, across the copses, finding everywhere birds building, flowers budding, leaves thrusting—everything happy, and progressive, and occupied.
And instead of having an uneasy conscience pricking him and whispering “whitewash!” he somehow could only feel how jolly it was to be the only idle dog among all these busy citizens.
After all, the best part of a holiday is perhaps not so much to be resting yourself, as to see all the other fellows busy working.He thought his happiness was complete when, as he meandered aimlessly along, suddenly he stood by the edge of a full-fed river.
Never in his life had he seen a river before—this sleek, sinuous, full-bodied animal, chasing and chuckling, gripping things with a gurgle and leaving them with a laugh, to fling itself on fresh playmates that shook themselves free, and were caught and held again.
All was a-shake and a-shiver—glints and gleams and sparkles, rustle and swirl, chatter and bubble.
The Mole was bewitched, entranced, fascinated.
By the side of the river he trotted as one trots, when very small, by the side of a man who holds one spellbound by exciting stories; and when tired at last, he sat on the bank, while the river still chattered on to him, a babbling procession of the best stories in the world, sent from the heart of the earth to be told at last to the insatiable sea.As he sat on the grass and looked across the river, a dark hole in the bank opposite, just above the water’s edge, caught his eye, and dreamily he fell to considering what a nice, snug dwelling-place it would make for an animal with few wants and fond of a bijou riverside residence, above flood level and remote from noise and dust.
As he gazed, something bright and small seemed to twinkle down in the heart of it, vanished, then twinkled once more like a tiny star.
But it could hardly be a star in such an unlikely situation; and it was too glittering and small for a glow-worm.
Then, as he looked, it winked at him, and so declared itself to be an eye; and a small face began gradually to grow up round it, like a frame round a picture.A brown little face, with whiskers.A grave round face, with the same twinkle in its eye that had first attracted his notice.Small neat ears and thick silky hair.It was the Water Rat!Then the two animals stood and regarded each other cautiously.“Hullo, Mole!” said the Water Rat.“Hullo, Rat!” said the Mole.“Would you like to come over?” enquired the Rat presently.“Oh, it’s all very well to talk,” said the Mole rather pettishly, he being new to a river and riverside life and its ways.The Rat said nothing, but stooped and unfastened a rope and hauled on it; then lightly stepped into a little boat which the Mole had not observed.
It was painted blue outside and white within, and was just the size for two animals; and the Mole’s whole heart went out to it at once, even though he did not yet fully understand its uses.The Rat sculled smartly across and made fast.
Then he held up his forepaw as the Mole stepped gingerly down.
“Lean on that!” he said.
“Now then, step lively!” and the Mole to his surprise and rapture found himself actually seated in the stern of a real boat.“This has been a wonderful day!” said he, as the Rat shoved off and took to the sculls again.
“Do you know, I’ve never been in a boat before in all my life.”“What?” cried the Rat, open-mouthed: “Never been in a—you never—well I—what have you been doing, then?”“Is it so nice as all that?” asked the Mole shyly, though he was quite prepared to believe it as he leant back in his seat and surveyed the cushions, the oars, the rowlocks, and all the fascinating fittings, and felt the boat sway lightly under him.“Nice? It’s the only thing,” said the Water Rat solemnly as he leant forward for his stroke.
“Believe me, my young friend, there is nothing—absolutely nothing—half so much worth doing as simply messing about in boats.
Simply messing,” he went on dreamily: “messing—about—in—boats; messing—”“Look ahead, Rat!” cried the Mole suddenly.It was too late.
The boat struck the bank full tilt.
The dreamer, the joyous oarsman, lay on his back at the bottom of the boat, his heels in the air.“—about in boats—or with boats,” the Rat went on composedly, picking himself up with a pleasant laugh.
“In or out of ’em, it doesn’t matter.
Nothing seems really to matter, that’s the charm of it.
Whether you get away, or whether you don’t; whether you arrive at your destination or whether you reach somewhere else, or whether you never get anywhere at all, you’re always busy, and you never do anything in particular; and when you’ve done it there’s always something else to do, and you can do it if you like, but you’d much better not.
Look here! If you’ve really nothing else on hand this morning, supposing we drop down the river together, and have a long day of it?”The Mole waggled his toes from sheer happiness, spread his chest with a sigh of full contentment, and leant back blissfully into the soft cushions.
“What a day I’m having!” he said.
“Let us start at once!”“Hold hard a minute, then!” said the Rat.
He looped the painter through a ring in his landing-stage, climbed up into his hole above, and after a short interval reappeared staggering under a fat wicker luncheon-basket.“Shove that under your feet,” he observed to the Mole, as he passed it down into the boat.
Then he untied the painter and took the sculls again.“What’s inside it?” asked the Mole, wriggling with curiosity.“There’s cold chicken inside it,” replied the Rat briefly: “cold tonguecoldhamcoldbeefpickledgherkinssaladfrenchrollscresssand wichespottedmeatgingerbeerlemonadesodawater—”“O stop, stop!” cried the Mole in ecstasies.
“This is too much!”“Do you really think so?” enquired the Rat seriously.
“It’s only what I always take on these little excursions; and the other animals are always telling me that I’m a mean beast and cut it very fine!”The Mole never heard a word he was saying.
Absorbed in the new life he was entering upon, intoxicated with the sparkle, the ripple, the scents and the sounds and the sunlight, he trailed a paw in the water and dreamed long waking dreams.
The Water Rat, like the good little fellow he was, sculled steadily on and forbore to disturb him.“I like your clothes awfully, old chap,” he remarked after some half an hour or so had passed.
“I’m going to get a black velvet smoking-suit myself some day, as soon as I can afford it.”“I beg your pardon,” said the Mole, pulling himself together with an effort.
“You must think me very rude; but all this is so new to me.
So—this—is—a—River!”“The River,” corrected the Rat.“And you really live by the river? What a jolly life!”“By it and with it and on it and in it,” said the Rat.
“It’s brother and sister to me, and aunts, and company, and food and drink, and (naturally) washing.
It’s my world, and I don’t want any other.
What it hasn’t got is not worth having, and what it doesn’t know is not worth knowing.
Lord! the times we’ve had together! Whether in winter or summer, spring or autumn, it’s always got its fun and its excitements.
When the floods are on in February, and my cellars and basement are brimming with drink that’s no good to me, and the brown water runs by my best bedroom window; or again when it all drops away and shows patches of mud that smells like plum-cake, and the rushes and weed clog the channels, and I can potter about dry shod over most of the bed of it and find fresh food to eat, and things careless people have dropped out of boats!”“But isn’t it a bit dull at times?” the Mole ventured to ask.
“Just you and the river, and no one else to pass a word with?”“No one else to—well, I mustn’t be hard on you,” said the Rat with forbearance.
“You’re new to it, and of course you don’t know.
The bank is so crowded nowadays that many people are moving away altogether.
O no, it isn’t what it used to be, at all.
Otters, kingfishers, dabchicks, moorhens, all of them about all day long and always wanting you to do something—as if a fellow had no business of his own to attend to!”“What lies over there?” asked the Mole, waving a paw towards a background of woodland that darkly framed the water-meadows on one side of the river.“That? O, that’s just the Wild Wood,” said the Rat shortly.
“We don’t go there very much, we river-bankers.”“Aren’t they—aren’t they very nice people in there?” said the Mole a trifle nervously.“W-e-ll,” replied the Rat, “let me see.
The squirrels are all right.
And the rabbits—some of ’em, but rabbits are a mixed lot.
And then there’s Badger, of course.
He lives right in the heart of it; wouldn’t live anywhere else, either, if you paid him to do it.
Dear old Badger! Nobody interferes with him.
They’d better not,” he added significantly.“Why, who should interfere with him?” asked the Mole.“Well, of course—there—are others,” explained the Rat in a hesitating sort of way.
“Weasels—and stoats—and foxes—and so on.
They’re all right in a way—I’m very good friends with them—pass the time of day when we meet, and all that—but they break out sometimes, there’s no denying it, and then—well, you can’t really trust them, and that’s the fact.”The Mole knew well that it is quite against animal-etiquette to dwell on possible trouble ahead, or even to allude to it; so he dropped the subject.“And beyond the Wild Wood again?” he asked; “where it’s all blue and dim, and one sees what may be hills or perhaps they mayn’t, and something like the smoke of towns, or is it only cloud-drift?”“Beyond the Wild Wood comes the Wide World,” said the Rat.
“And that’s something that doesn’t matter, either to you or me.
I’ve never been there, and I’m never going, nor you either, if you’ve got any sense at all.
Don’t ever refer to it again, please.
Now then! Here’s our backwater at last, where we’re going to lunch.”Leaving the main stream, they now passed into what seemed at first sight like a little landlocked lake.
Green turf sloped down to either edge, brown snaky tree-roots gleamed below the surface of the quiet water, while ahead of them the silvery shoulder and foamy tumble of a weir, arm-in-arm with a restless dripping millwheel, that held up in its turn a grey-gabled mill-house, filled the air with a soothing murmur of sound, dull and smothery, yet with little clear voices speaking up cheerfully out of it at intervals.
It was so very beautiful that the Mole could only hold up both forepaws and gasp: “O my! O my! O my!”The Rat brought the boat alongside the bank, made her fast, helped the still awkward Mole safely ashore, and swung out the luncheon-basket.
The Mole begged as a favour to be allowed to unpack it all by himself; and the Rat was very pleased to indulge him, and to sprawl at full length on the grass and rest, while his excited friend shook out the table-cloth and spread it, took out all the mysterious packets one by one and arranged their contents in due order, still gasping: “O my! O my!” at each fresh revelation.
When all was ready, the Rat said, “Now, pitch in, old fellow!” and the Mole was indeed very glad to obey, for he had started his spring-cleaning at a very early hour that morning, as people will do, and had not paused for bite or sup; and he had been through a very great deal since that distant time which now seemed so many days ago.

From AudioFile

Listeners won't find familiar passages from Grahame's classic in this dramatization. 
Nevertheless all should be delighted with Alan Bennet's adaptation which portrays the familiar characters of Ratty, Mole, Mr.
Toad and friends.
There's great music, gurglings of The River, hoots from the motorcars and the sounds of nature the characters cherish.
The whole presentation will entertain devotees and initiates of all ages.
The program is a great example of how, with imagination and care, a beloved story can be changed from the original text and succeed beautifully.
R.F.W.
(c)AudioFile, Portland, Maine

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  •     I see that other reviewers have graded this edition down because it doesn't include certain favorite chapters.I wish people would review products for what they are, not what they wish they were; the book is clearly an abridgement and does not claim to be anything else. And it is really a very good abridgement. I often, reading to my 5 year old, have to make "on the fly" abridgements of my own, as I guage his patience, his interest, and the appropriateness of the subject matter. I didn't have to do that with this book.I also looked for "Piper at the Gates of Dawn" when I first opened this book and was saddened to see it wasn't there. But then I went online and found the text of it (as the book is out of copyright, there are a number of e-texts available). It's a truly gorgeous piece of writing - but it really is not going to appeal to the age range at which this book is aimed.The illustrations are lush and colorful, and (important detail when reading chapter books to someone moving up from picture books) there is at least one illustration of some kind on nearly every page. The chapters selected to be presented are vivid and interesting and a good introduction to the book for smaller children.When he's older, I'll read the full version to him - or hand it to him to read himself. But this book is a lovely thing in its own right.

  •     As children, we had to read "The Wind in the Willows" to earn our first watch and the book wound up a family treasure.

  •     The wonderful classic story with David Petersen's fascinating and impeccable illustrations.

  •     Frankly the description of Inga Moore's work as a 'sensitive abridgment' borders on fraud. Not only does she excise entire chapters but she often eradicates the lyrical poetry of the text. So much so that the beautiful explanation and meaning behind the book's title is not present in this version! Not to mention the finale of Toad's character development is missing. He is by far the most popular character in the book. Ms. Moore decided the culmination of his story arc was unnecessary.Well it's entirely unnecessary to purchase this edition. There are literally hundreds of others to choose from. Or download the free e-book with the very nice original illustrations. It looks great on a Kindle.

  •     This is a beautiful version of the book, with outstanding illustrations. But note that the text is abridged - some of the great chapters are missing ("Wayfarers All",...

  •     A wonderful, classic story of friendship, beautifully told. I read it the first time in a children's literature course in college, and was sorry no one had given it to me as a...

  •     Excellent story with such beautiful illustrations. I would buy the illustrations as framed art if I could.

  •     This is hands-down the best children's book ever written. It endures, it works for every generation.

  •     With Robert Ingpen's illustrated edition, The Wind in the Willows is now given a beautiful makeover. I have read several different editions of Wind in the Willows to my children. Each one is gloriously beautiful, but I do adore Ingpen's color and his detail. Fans of Ingpen know his work on such books as Treasure Island.First off, Wind in the Willows is a beautifully written tale, as many others here have already told. So well written, it is, that some people believe it shouldn't be illustated at all. However, as an artist, I am not in that camp. I appreciate a person willing to render 2D or 3D life to the written word. What a task!This is a book which one can pick it up and put it down as one wishes. We sometimes read our favorite bits over and over. Grahame's writing is perfection, and we voice his characters for fun sometimes. There's a silly claymation television series that was done in the 1980s if you want to show the kids the t.v. version after you've read it to them. It was available on Netflix - not sure if it still is.Also, for 'purists', fyi, this is the book in its unabridged form (the original full length tale).For those looking for the abridged version, with lovely illustrations, check out the version with Inga Moore as illustrator. Moore has illustrated a version of The Secret Garden which is also lovely.

  •     I love Usborne Illustrated Originals. This is a nice addition to our collection since it is OOP for independent consultants from Usborne.

  •     Another wonderful story by grahame

  •     I was introduced to the denizens of the river when I was very small - maybe age three or four. My edition was illustrated by Arthur Rackham, still the best version to this day, IMO (much as I love Ernest Shepherd's work...)I still remember being entranced by the juxtaposition of lyrical descriptions and occasionally wild and crazy action, expecially when Mr. Toad was involved - prefect balance for a child, and a terrific introduction to the wonders of the language in the hands of a true master. And one phrase - "Be my eyes, Ratty!" - has stayed with me ever since - that was when I really GOT the idea of helping and selflessness.I still have my beat-up old book and make sure that all the children of my acquaintance have a good hardback Rackham copy. This classic - forget Disney - is right up there with the original Poohs, and I'm sure it will remain a favorite for generations to come. Do yourself and the children in your life a favor and read it - preferably out loud - and prepare to laugh, smile, shed a tear, and never forget.

  •     This review isn't about the story; if you haven't read it by now, get the book and read it. This is a nice solid hardcover with a place marker ribbon, a good choice for our six year old granddaughter. The biggest drawback to this edition (and the reason for the 4 stars) is the relatively small number of illustrations.....but what there are are good.I would probably have preferred an edition with the illustrations by E.H. Shepard or Arthur Rackham (although the former would be more appropriate for someone who is six. However, neither of those editions was available on Amazon at less than collector's prices.The most dismaying thing in my search for this book is the number of abridged versions for sale, which I believe to be unconscionable. I can well imagine those sections of the book that a modern editor / publisher might feel "superfluous," particularly for young readers. Well, if someone finds a chapter tedious, skip over it. It's not like that won't be necessary later in life, and with any number of other books.

  •     One of my all time favorites! This book is beautifuly written and illustrated, a true timeless classic that should be a part of every childhood!

  •     This is a classic of English literature with superb illustrations. It is a joy for anyone of any age who can appreciate beautiful stories in delightful English prose.

 

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