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Charlie and the Chocolate Factory (1964), and its sequel, Charlie and the Glass Elevator (1972), is the story of a young boy, Charlie Bucket, who is extremely poor. He lives with his four grandparents, who are extremely old, and his two parents, who are extremely tired. They eat little more than boiled cabbage, except on Charlie's birthday, when Mr. and Mrs. Bucket pool all of their savings together to buy a single Willy Wonka chocolate bar. Charlie loves chocolate more than anything in the world, but is only able to have it once a year. He savors it for as long as he can, resting it on top of his bookshelf, not opening it for as long as he can bear, then eating only tiny pieces so that the single bar lasts him for over a month!
The worst part about the entire situation, is that the Buckets live right next to Willy Wonka's chocolate factory! No one has ever seen anyone go in or out, but the smell of boiling and brewing chocolate confections escape at all hours of the day, teasing Charlie's deprived taste buds with his most coveted treat.
Word comes out that Willy Wonka himself is giving away five passes to his factory for children. The passes will be distributed as golden tickets hidden in bars of his famous chocolates. The first four go quickly--and all to children of either extreme wealth or with the stench of being spoiled rotten (or both). One day, Charlie's Grandpa Joe, the liveliest and most enthusiastic about the secret genius of Willy Wonka of his family members, gives Charlie money he's been saving for ages. More than anyone else in the world, Grandpa Joe thinks, Charlie should get that ticket. So Charlie takes his grandfather's savings and buys one candy bar. And he does not find the golden ticket.
A few months go by, and the last ticket continues to remain. One day after school, Charlie finds a 50 pense piece in the snow, and buys a chocolate bar. After he swallows the glorious candy, he decides to buy just one other, and then donate the remaining money to his starving family. It is in this bar he finds the final golden ticket, and--what luck!--just a day before the factory opening!
He arrives at the factory just on time with Grandpa Joe as his adult companion, and chaos and wonder combine to create the most delicious, intriguing, and slightly sinister world imaginable. A sense of impeding doom saturates the pages like honey does baklava; it's as if more than a bite of this sugared reality is too sweet to be palatable. In the end, all of the other obnoxious children are punished for their greed and indulgence, and readers are reminded the importance of patience, modesty, frugality, and obedience all while being exposed to the waste and ridiculousness of our consumption-focused lifestyles. Willy Wonka announces to Charlie that he will hand down the chocolate factory to him, so that he may continue the tradition of creating the most wondrous and fantastical sweets in the universe. The book ends with Charlie, Grandpa Joe and WIlly Wonka in his glass elevator, trying to convince the rest of Charlie's sad, old, and starving family to join them.
And this is exactly where Charlie and the Glass Elevator picks up. More bizarre than the first book, the sequel takes place half in space, where the glass elevator gets trapped in orbit, is almost attacked by the United States government who believes The Buckets and Mr. Wonka to be terrorist aliens attempting to destroy the newly launched "Space Hotel, U.S.A," and a battle with the most formidable, terrifying creatures called Vermicious Knids (the "k" pronounced) in the galaxy ensues. The other half of the book occurs in the factory, where the old grandparents take too much of Vita-Wonk and Wonka-Vite, substances that make one grow older or ungrow younger, and Willy Wonka and Charlie must venture into the depths of the factory to save them.
Once again, readers are exposed to comments on capitalism and consumption, on overindulgence and impatience. This installment is obviously more political, as it not-at-all-indirectly points at the silliness and absurdity of our governmental systems and the international balance of power. Though children may not obviously recognize the aspects of the social criticism that are more political, adult readers will find them amusing though (thirty years later) somewhat overstated.
My Uncle Oswald--Roald Dahl's "first book for grownups"--is not for children. It may be the most un-child friendly book that could be written by a praised children's author. And what's more amazing is that his children's stories and poetry continued to be published until 1991, a year after his death.
The story is a large journal entry, released by our fictional protagonist's nephew, who is never heard of again for the remainder of the book. Uncle Oswald has taken upon himself in his old age to create an archive of his life. While some of those archives focus on "the art of fornication and copulation," this archive will tell how he made his riches, though fornication and copulation are ever present throughout the tale.
And here's how it goes:
As a young scientific genius, Oswald Cornelius is offered a scholarship to study at Cambridge. He is however, only 17 years young and cannot begin his studies until the following year. His father decides to send him to France for the year, so that he can experience life on his own before buckling down and beginning his career.
The evening before his departure, a small gathering of Oswald's closet friends receives an unexpected visitor. This visitor, a military general who becomes quite drunk and not-at-all reserved, begins to tell the story of how he accidentally consumed the most powerful aphrodisiac in the world--the Sudanese Blister Beetle--and the steamy events that followed.
Oswald goes to France and spends an evening with an unimpressive French family whom is father has arranged for him to live with. After an evening of bland food and bland conversation, as well as an eye-opening sexual encounter with the oldest daughter, Oswald hops on a ferry to Alexandria, where he then makes his way to Khartoum. In Khartoum, he finds the powered version of this beetle he's been lusting for, spends half of his father's allowance and returns to France, where he makes pills of the splendid drug in his bedroom and a fortune to return with him to England.
While studying at Cambridge, he reveals his story of his secret wealth to his advisor, Professor A.R. Woresley. After indulging in the juicy details, the professor reveals a secret of his own: he had discovered a way to preserve and divide sperm, and had used stolen pedigree bull semen to impregnate his brother's cattle that then gave birth to milk-productive heifers, making him a comfortable dairy farmer.
After many bottles of wine and sherry, Oswald convinces his professor and his dripping-with-sex acquaintance, Yasmin, to team up with him for a game that will surely make the lot of them extremely wealthy. His plan: to obtain, divide, and preserve the precious sperm of the most powerful and influential men of the day--kings, artists, politicians, thinkers, and musicians--and sell them to depressed, middle aged women with lots and lots of money to spare.
And so the book goes on describing their quest. Oswald and Yasmin travel throughout Europe drugging the greats of the time (the 1920s) with a perfect combination of a single dose of the Blister Beetle embedded in a luxurious Belgian truffle (a scarcity during the war) and a sexier-than-imaginable delivery goddess. They succeed in obtaining the sperm of (to name just a few) Alfonso XII, King of Spain; Renoir; Monet; Stravinsky; Picasso; Matisse; Proust; James Joyce; Freud; Einstein; H.G. Wells; George Bernard Shaw; and Boris III, King of Bulgaria.
The story is full of indulgence, of good food, good sex, good scandals, good money, and good deception. At the very end of the book, we find that Yasmin and the professor run away to get married, and take all of the precious sperm with them (except Proust, who Yasmin found to be a strange little man), off of which they make a fortune and retire to the Cote d'Ivoire.
But how did Oswald make all of his money, then? Well, he did what any resourceful soon-to-be millionaire would do! He returned to Khartoum, where he bought all of the land inhabited by the Blister Beetle, and monopolized its capture and production. He eliminated all poachers, and started a factory to produce Professor Yousoupoff's Famous Potency Pills--the exact same he had produced in his bedroom in France--and distributed them world wide.
Though Oswald is scammed by his partners (whom, I should mention, he was planning on scamming himself), he never "gets what he deserves" as the greedy little children do in the Charlie books. The story is raunchy, and quite entertaining, but I found myself waiting and waiting for a moral, for Uncle Oswald's awakening. I should have known it wasn't coming, considering Uncle Oswald narrates the tale in his aged, successful, upper-class tone, but I kept my hopes up.
Readers aren't completely disappointed at the end of the novel, however, but are reminded of the reality that wealth and nepotism often lead to power, a theme that also radiates from the Charlie books. Though the greedy children are punished in Willy Wonka's chocolate factory, we do not know whether or not they learn from their mistakes. All we see is them leaving the factory, though somewhat altered physically, with their truckloads of candy.
Yet the difference is, however, between My Uncle Oswald and the Charlie books, is that the children are punished, graphically and intensely. Through the vivid and dark punishments, Dahl clearly critiques our over-indulgent, rotten lifestyle. The irony of it all, and the satirical quotes threaded throughout (Grandpa Joe joyfully proclaiming "Terrific! It will change the world!" when first witnessing the power of the chocolate-transporting TV, bringing Willy Wonka's confections right into your living room!) are made apparent because the environment is so unbelievable and fantastical. The scenario in My Uncle Oswald is equally as inconceivable, but without the fantasies of "roasting coffee and burnt sugar and melting chocolate and mint and violets and crushed hazelnuts and apple blossom and caramel and lemon peel." The characters do not enter a curious and mystical world; instead they are grounded--no matter how high-class--in reality. The critique is, thus, less clear to readers.
Or maybe it is simply less clear to adults. While adult readers appreciate the critique of society in Charlie, surely children will not instantly recognize the entirety of the dangers within the chocolate factory, as Grandpa Joe in his candy-revived youth and Charlie do not, because it fulfills their most desired dreams. As adults, have our curiosities have moved from chocolate to copulation? Are we blinded by our most indulgent fantasies of sex and food and money and power that we cannot see the critique? Are children distanced enough from them that they would appreciate it?
Dahl seems to have hope in children. It is possible that they have the ability o change the future, and that adults are too embedded in the system to hope for any change. We can choose to abandon all skepticism and become youthful, as Grandpa Joe does, or, to take advantage of what status and power we've got, and not accept anything less than the very best, as Uncle Oswald does. Which is more dangerous?
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