I remember Blyton’s ‘Shadow, the Sheepdog’ from my childhood - a riveting tale of a boy and his dog set in a farm in England, a universe where animals could talk, form alliances, unite against a common foe, act out the moral codes of duty, love, friendship – a heady premise for so young a mind as mine.
All those feelings of wonderment, thrill and
awe came rushing back as I watched the mini-series ‘Watership Down’ on Netflix.
I discovered ‘Watership Down’ quite by accident, never having heard of the
novel or its creator, Richard Adams. Anyway, once I started the series, I could
not stop, and I finished all 4 episodes at one go, so engrossed I was in the
world of
rabbits and their warrens. It is obvious that Adams sought to explore
the ‘human condition’ by transposing it to the universe of rabbits; he comes up
with an interesting story of the origin of rabbits, the emergence of
antagonistic elements, the hierarchies in the rabbit society, the all-too-common
pitfalls of organized structures, motifs of human qualities like struggle, self-determination,
the metastasizing of tyranny, etc.
It is interesting that the novel actually sprang out of tales that the author used to regale his 2 young daughters – tales that Richard actually confessed to improvising as they story moved along. The story is essentially about a motley band of rabbits who flee from their warren fearing imminent destruction, their travails when they hop out into the unknown world meeting strange characters, mortal enemies in their search for a new home, making unlikely friends and their final success in surmounting numerous odds to secure a happy, peaceful warren.
First published in 1972, the epic motifs in the
book still ring true, tethered as they are, to the enduring realities of human
existence. I guess I got attracted to the characters and the story because they
are so allegorical and therefore, easy to identify with. Take for instance, the
main protagonist, Hazel, who struggles through self-doubt, the barbs of his fellow-rabbits,
his own physical limitations and lack of fighting abilities, instead
choosing to trust his own instincts and the sage advice of his younger brother,
Fiver.
Hares are quite common here and there is a
particularly intrepid brown one who ventures into my backyard most mornings,
nibbling on the succulent greens. Whenever he senses my presence however, he dashes
off in a blur of brown….
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