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Brand’s outspoken opinions have seen him draw flak from both the left and right
of the establishment he fervently condemns. The media lackeys despise him, yet
they can’t resist exposing him exposing them as cannibals for their own
salacious flesh. In the red corner, left wing academics question his
authenticity and generally continue to put working class people off political
involvement with their affronted People’s Front of Judea routine.
The
internet, narcissism’s great recruitment tool, doesn’t help matters. The nature
of the web lends itself to contrarian posturing; a battleground to bash your
keyboard in tandem with or against whatever is trending, distorting perceptions
and pumping misinformation through this proud nation’s
veins.
That’s why
it is important to get a fresh look at things, free from the online mind
pollution that clouds your judgement with Britain First memes and cat videos.
Although
many people sully the reputation of the school playground with comparisons to
Westminster, tonight’s book reading was full of well-behaved kids and it was
refreshing to gauge a child’s perspective on the latest controversy surrounding
this divisive figure.
Society’s
latest point of contention with the gobby comedian? His children’s book. Not a
pornographic novel or Holy Scripture, just a kids’ book. A silly rewrite of a
fairytale with some mind blowing illustrations to prompt your imagination
along.
Such is Brand’s
current state of infamy that this book is garnering some of the most scathing
attacks on his person. Granted, it is shameless in its encouragement of free
thinking and critical of said establishment, but that doesn’t make it Mein Kampf for Penguin Beginners.
Nicholas Tucker’s review in
particular is so laughably austere that he comes across as a moralist from a
bygone age, completely missing the point about what kids love.
The scatological, the grotesque and the rip roaring silliness of
anarcho-rats spraying their ‘bum custard’ had the kids in stitches and,
although I’m not a children’s literature lecturer like Tucker, it was obvious
that these “pre-adolescent schoolchildren” were not “firmly stuck at the anal
stage of their psychosexual development”.
Him on the
other hand… But enough of this bum custard slinging.
The room
was full of youngsters who’d been dragged along by excitable mums (and about
three dads) all kept waiting in a hot room whilst some weird, hairy man whom
they didn’t recognise was stuck in traffic. If you wanted an honest critical
reaction free from the bile of the internet, then this was the place to get it.
Initially,
Brand entered the room shame faced for his late appearance and then briefly
chatted to a few children with a look of mortification, realising that he’d
have to tone down his lewd persona. However, tone down his message he did not.
He spoke to the kids with a shared curiosity and it quickly became apparent
that this wasn’t just a vanity project. He didn’t patronise and in return the
kids didn’t mock him for using big words, unlike the banter
waging trolls of social media.
The book
actively encourages vocabulary expansion with a glossary included. Afterwards,
I spoke to Ollie (11) and Sam West (8), two brothers who loved how there was a
rat in the corner of each page directing them to new words and meanings. When I
asked them if they found any of it hard to understand, they shook their heads
vigorously, eyeballing me like the condescending grownup that I am. Both are
fans of Roald Dahl and Quentin Blake – there is a mischievous correlation with
Brand’s delivery and Chris Riddel’s illustrations.
As
Christmas draws near, people are encouraged to buy their kids computer games glorifying
war, mobile phones, and other debris from capitalism’s shelves, and nobody bats
an eyelid. When this book appears, the opposite is true. If this state of
affairs doesn’t sit well with you, I’d recommend you buy Brand’s book for a
relative.
Michael
Gove’s jingoistic syllabus is more likely to lead your children into danger
than the Pied Piper, so do them a
favour and prepare them to question what they’re being spoon fed. Who knows,
they may grow up being less selfish than their adult counterparts.
Words: Nathan McIlroy
Photo: courtesy of The Lowry
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