“She whispered as she opened the book, “please get me out of here just for an hour or so, please take me far, far away” ”
While INKHEART is a thoroughly enjoyable fantasy tale that will suit lovers of the fantasy genre of all ages, there is no question that the style and the plot is aimed no higher than mature child or young adult reader. But the messages, if you care to pay attention are very adult and timeless. INKHEART, aside from being that typical story of good against evil, is also a blend of simultaneous riffs on a number of themes which it could be argued become more important with every passing day in the 21st century – the power of books and the written word; the joy of reading out loud to truly bring a book and its characters to life; the awesome responsibility of authors and the skills that are inherent in the execution of their craft; the importance of censorship and control of reading, learning and knowledge in the installation of totalitarian governments.
A typical example: Fenoglio, the author of the title book INKHEART, lectured Basta, one of his evil creations who had magically come to life to torment the modern world, “ … the magic of the written word … Nothing is more powerful for good or evil.” While the themes might be mature stuff for mature minds, the delivery is in-your-face and clearly intended to be easy to pick up for the younger reading audience. INKHEART is, after all, a young adult fantasy. But, once again, that bare-faced simplicity takes away nothing from the pleasure that an adult reader will derive from the reading.
Definitely recommended.
P.S. If you are a book hoarder (as I am) and proud of your library (as I am), you’ll get a special kick out of this brief little goodie that was used to introduce Chapter 5:
“For him that stealeth, or borroweth and returneth not, this book from its owner, let it change into a serpent in his hand and rend him.
Let him be struck with palsy, and all his members blasted.
Let him languish in pain, crying aloud for mercy, and let there be no surcease to this agony till he sing in dissolution.
Let bookworms gnaw his entrails … and when at last he goeth to his last punishment, let the flames of hell consume him forever.”
Curse on book thieves, from the monastery of San Pedro, Barcelona, Spain.
I concur.
Paul Weiss