It is relatively tame than Redwall where the villains display their victims on the masts of their vessels, thereby receiving a double portion of a comeuppance from the hero.
Now, I do recall one book in the library that I am quite sure slipped through staff that had one searing image of a hatchet on a lonesome tree trunk and a woman holding something close to her chest, as if a child. I recall the illustration was black and white, but quite detailed and the cover was crimson red. I have faint recollection of gathering with classmates speaking about its violence, but to this day I cannot locate it. Perhaps my lack of understanding prevented me from becoming frightened as I was more intrigued.
Oh, I suppose. With the exception of course that Redwall seemed to not receive as much attention for “unsettling” scenes over that of A Bad Case of Stripes having just about the daily reference in frightening so many during their youth.
After all, are not both apples and oranges classified as fruit?
In that regard, we could compare either work to War and Peace or Dad Jokes: 365 Days of Punbelievable Jokes (I have read one of these) if we stick to that criteria. Once we start expanding the grounds of the comparison from apples to fruit, we go from Redwall and A Bad Case of Stripes to all literature instead of just citrus and malus.
I’m also of the opinion that Redwall shouldn’t count as children’s literature, but that’s for another topic.
Speaking of books, one I guess quirk I have is I greatly detest paperbacks (although less in recent history) and will always obtain the hardcover iteration of a book I want regardless of how much more expensive it may be. Books were meant for hardcover and nobody can convince me otherwise
Redwall is supposed to be medieval-inspired fantasy featuring combat and action similar to most other books in its genre. A Bad Case of Stripes merely features unsettling illustrations, it’s not supposed to have pirates kidnapping characters and people getting shot. The comparison isn’t particularly apt for the purpose of making either one out as particularly disturbing. After all, The Hobbit was written for children and it has the same level of violence as Redwall, but since it’s in the stereotypical fantasy setting, barely anyone criticizes it for that.
And, as I’ve come to realize, another personal “quirk” of mine is a terrible execution of humor. (Upside-down smiley face, you have failed me…or have I failed you?)
I second the motion against paperbacks. Though, I am intrigued about this infamous jokebook…was it as slippery as a banana peel or at the very least appealing?
Let’s think about this in a bit of a “situational” sense.
More children will pick up and read a picture book. That, and it was something read to me as a child in elementary. Probably plenty of teachers chose to read it to class. Thus, more exposure. Redwall is a novel, meant for intermediary children readers, so there is going to be less exposure to children as it is a book they have to chose to read, and probably is a book encouraged for much older readers too. Stripes? Could be seen as a book for little children.
For myself, I didn’t choose and pick up Bad Case of the Stripes. I was more interested in Diary of a Wimpy Kid at that age (and also obsessively reading non-fiction history books on presidents) as well as graphic novels. So in that instance, my chosen fiction contrasted with non-chosen fiction, so I feel my complaint is a little more valid there.
So I think trying to compare this to a novel like Redwall is not as fair. Both are clearly for different tiers of reader, and different ages.
And I agree. The initial comment is making light of how literary ventures often pass under school censors and is further turned into a joke with the “fruit” comment, though a joke being explained isn’t really much of a joke anymore, but rather rambling on my part.
The reference of seeing A Bad Case of Stripes popping up more in conversation is also commentary on the silliness of the situation since what I remembered most was the lesson of the story rather than the images.
The one thing that was serious was the book with the hatchet and stump that I still cannot remember the name of aside from a vague description in hopes anyone here recognized it.
I fold paper boats all the time. Whenever a used sheet of paper that nobody needs falls into my hands, there’s a 97.5% chance it’ll be a boat the next minute (2% chance it’ll be an airplane, 0.5% chance I’ll do nothing with it). I just can’t stop myself.