Today Sprinkles reviews a classic book of poems about cats, Old Possum’s Book of Practical Cats by T.S. Eliot, originally published in 1939. The edition reviewed here was illustrated by Edward Gorey and published in 1982.
After chatting with Marshmallow about s most interesting book written by a cat, I decided to see if I could read more books about or by cats. This is how I first laid my paws on Old Possum’s Book of Practical Cats. This book was not claiming to be written by a cat but rather an old possum, but of course the possum was none other than the famed poet T.S. Eliot. Having reviewed a poetry book about dogs, I thought it would be fun to review a poetry book about cats as a way to balance the issue.
Old Possum’s Book of Practical Cats is a small book, with a total of fifteen poems spread over less than sixty pages. Every poem is accompanied by at least one full-page illustration, drawn expertly by Edward Gorey. Most of the poems have relatively simple and standard rhyme structures, so that they can be read out loud to a little one with much pleasure for all involved.
I should warn the reader that the book does include a poem, “Growltiger’s Last Stand“, that has a serious racist slur. This particular poem is about a dangerous cat named Growltiger, a bad bully of a cat, who hates Siamese cats because he was beaten by one and lost an ear to it. So it is within reason that he could be hateful towards all Siamese cats, but the poet himself did not need to use a racial slur to describe the latter. [It is honestly jarring to see this word in an otherwise perfectly enjoyable poetry collection. I’d recommend parents reading poems out loud to their little ones to consider skipping this poem, or perhaps rephrasing the line with the problematic word.]
When I started reading Old Possum’s Book of Practical Cats, I had no idea that it was the main inspiration for the outrageously successful Andrew Lloyd Webber musical Cats, which premiered in 1981. I had seen the musical itself way back in the last millennium, when I was about Marshmallow’s age. At the time, I had been overwhelmed by the sounds and the lights and knew that I was probably missing more than half of the plot. (I was seeing it performed in German, a language that I admire but am not terribly fluent in, so maybe you will give me some grace.) Now reading about it in more contemporary outlets, I can see that I did miss a lot. In particular the musical can apparently be viewed at a lot more adult, sensual level, and this totally evaded me back then. However, I am not at all upset about having missed all that. The cats were so fascinating, and they were so alien, and yet so irresistibly alive, I vividly remember leaving the performance hall excited and full of curiosity. Reading T.S. Eliot’s little book that started it all completes the circle for me, bringing me back to the joy and humor, to the simple appreciation of the many feline characters introduced so playfully by the poet in his letters to his godchildren.
While writing this review I also learned of a relatively recent movie production of the same content. Apparently it was a big flop, but looking at the trailer, I have to wonder how much of the failure was due to the uncanny valley effect, the discomfort humans tend to feel when a character in a book or a movie is almost too humanlike but not quite. As a bunny of course, this would not affect me as much, so I might end up trying to watch the movie some day.
Coming back to Old Possum’s Book of Practical Cats, I would like to suggest that readers should take a look at it for sure, especially if they are cat parents, of course, but even if one is not especially fond of cats, the book can offer some pleasure and fun.
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