A graphic retelling of the iconic novel. It hits all the highlights of Richard Adams’ narrative, and my one wish is that it will drive readers to the full novel, if only so they can enjoy the deep richness of the humor in the latter
“Ees finish Meester Voundvort, ya?”
“Ya,” replied Hazel.
as well as Adams’ wondrous descriptions of the scenery, especially Watership Down itself.
Although leaves remained on the beeches and the sunshine was warm, there was a sense of growing emptiness over the wide space of the down. The flowers were sparser. Here and there a yellow tormentil showed in the grass, a late harebell or a few shreds of purple bloom on a brown, crisping tuft of self-heal…Along the edge of the wood a sheet of wild clematis showed like a patch of smoke, all its sweet-smelling flowers turned to old man’s beard…now the blue was high and rare, the sun slipped sooner to the west and, once there, foretold a touch of frost, sinking slow and big and drowsy, crimson as the rose hips that covered the briar.
Who can forget Kehaar once introduced to him? Or think of a car as anything other than a “hrududu” ever again? And a special shout out to the artists for shading El-ahrairah’s ears with just the right touch of subtle starlight. It took Hazel a while to recognize it and him, and me, too. And yes, I cried again at the end.
Book Review Monday Chatter james Sturm joe sutphin Richard Adams Watership Down