The audacity of this novel were blush it seems our grandparents. Little boys who fight naked to spare their pants buttons, sure, he was thinking. What today strikes proofreading, it is not only the extraordinary sexual sterility, but simultaneously the relegation girls for utilities roles. Voyeurism and machismo, we are still far from the audacity of a Tony Duvert ... add that phrase Pergaud willingly heavy, has not aged. After, there is the poetry of the forest, hunting, love of nature, a Relle sympathy for the world of childhood, and some wild and mild episodes that put in their place in their narrow-minded adults ruralism. It's not huge, but it's not nothing.
