tirsdag 13. september 2016

Roald Dahl hadde vært 100 år i dag!



Det er ikke mange som kan si at de ikke har opplevd litt av Roald Dahls magi en gang i løpet av livet. Om du ikke har lest Dahls bøker selv, har du kanskje sett filmatiseringen av dem, eller (hvis du er veldig gammel, som meg) hørt bøkene på lydkassetter.





Dahls fantastiske fantasi falt i smak fra første side for min del, og han ble med meg videre opp gjennom oppveksten. Matilda, Heksene, Charlie og Sjokolade Fabrikken, Danny og den store Fasanjakten, SVK og så klart de herlig morbide diktsamlingene hans.

Første gang jeg ble introdusert for Roald Dahl var gjennom boken Matilda. Som 6 år gammel kjente meg igjen i den sære malplasserte piken som alltid hadde nesen i en bok. Boken ble lest flere ganger gjennom barneskolen, og var med meg på utallige campingferier. Som voksen ser jeg dybden i Dahl sine bøker, og setter enormt pris på at den er like fantastisk for meg på 30 år, som meg på 6 år.



Kjære Roald Dahl. Tusen takk for det fantastiske forbildet du gav meg gjennom oppveksten i form av Matilda. Det var gull verdt.

Under har jeg lagt ved mitt favorittdikt av Dahl. Dette diktet er et perfekt eksempel på den skrudde, herlige og mørke humoren hans.





Little Red Riding Hood And The Wolf - Poem by Roald Dahl

As soon as Wolf began to feel
That he would like a decent meal,
He went and knocked on Grandma's door.
When Grandma opened it, she saw
The sharp white teeth, the horrid grin,
And Wolfie said, 'May I come in?'
Poor Grandmamma was terrified,
'He's going to eat me up!' she cried.
And she was absolutely right.
He ate her up in one big bite. 
But Grandmamma was small and tough,
And Wolfie wailed, 'That's not enough!
I haven't yet begun to feel
That I have had a decent meal!'
He ran around the kitchen yelping,
'I've got to have a second helping!'

Then added with a frightful leer,
'I'm therefore going to wait right here
Till Little Miss Red Riding Hood
Comes home from walking in the wood.'

He quickly put on Grandma's clothes,
(Of course he hadn't eaten those).
He dressed himself in coat and hat.
He put on shoes, and after that,
He even brushed and curled his hair,
Then sat himself in Grandma's chair.

In came the little girl in red.
She stopped. She stared. And then she said,
'What great big ears you have, Grandma.'
'All the better to hear you with,'
the Wolf replied.
'What great big eyes you have, Grandma.'
said Little Red Riding Hood.
'All the better to see you with,'
the Wolf replied. 
He sat there watching her and smiled.
He thought, I'm going to eat this child.
Compared with her old Grandmamma,
She's going to taste like caviar.

Then Little Red Riding Hood said, '
But Grandma, what a lovely great big
furry coat you have on.'

'That's wrong!' cried Wolf.
'Have you forgot
To tell me what BIG TEETH I've got?
Ah well, no matter what you say,
I'm going to eat you anyway.'

The small girl smiles. One eyelid flickers.
She whips a pistol from her knickers.
She aims it at the creature's head,
And bang bang bang, she shoots him dead.

A few weeks later, in the wood,
I came across Miss Riding Hood.
But what a change! No cloak of red,
No silly hood upon her head.
She said, 'Hello, and do please note
My lovely furry wolfskin coat.' 



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