I love E.B. White, and Charlotte's Web is one of my all-time favorite children's books, but this book is just more dated than it needs to be. Or, more dated than I needed or wanted it to be. In one scene, the human protagonist, 10-year-old Sam Beaver, and a group of young boys gather before their new camp counselor, Mr. Brickle, and he announces to them:
"And now it's time for everybody to go to bed. You may take a swim before breakfast tomorrow, and you don't need to wear your swim trunks. Just jump out of bed when you hear the trumpet of the swan, strip off your pajamas, race to the dock, and dive in. I will be there ahead of you to do my celebrated back-flip from the diving tower."
After I read this to my SIX-year-old, she exclaimed in a near-panic,"Mommy, is he telling them to strip naked butt and swim in front of him?"
It's funny, because I had the exact visceral reaction to that passage and answered immediately, "Honey, if ANYONE ever asks you to do such a thing, call Mommy, Daddy, or the police immediately, and as you wait for Mommy to show up with her metal baseball bat, run into the woods and try your luck with the bears."
Yes, Mr. Brickle (if that indeed is your real name), I can imagine that you DO like getting there ahead of the children. . . I mean, what the hell? If this had been written before 1940, I might have understood some of the social differences of another era, but this was written in 1970. Maybe Mr. White hadn't stayed current with the times and this was written toward the end of his life, and maybe I'm just a sad product of being born much later, when the world was filled with perverts, but this type of writing really prevented me from loving this story.