Getting into bed with Toad By Jan Needle

 First things first – a progess report on my amazing Christmas pudding diet. Over the festives, I lost about two pounds. I will say no more, except that Gemma, my son Dave’s lovely girlfriend, went down to Tesco's after Boxing Day and restocked for the coming months. This time they were only 76p each. Deflation! She bought eight of them. By summer, I will have eaten myself into invisibility. ’Appen.

Now down to business. Julia Jones, who among her myriad talents is a publisher, has accepted my first and most beloved book, Wild Wood, onto her list, Golden Duck. For those of you who haven’t been paying attention, Wild Wood is my version of Kenneth Grahame’s masterpiece The Wind in the Willows, in which Toad, Badger, Rat et al are the villains, and the ‘evil rustics’ are in reality the downtrodden poor, more sinned against than sinning. 
                                                              Hence her decision to schedule it for May Day

When I say villains I’m talking baloney, naturally. Toad and Co are just like you and me – overfed, over fond of picnics and good vino, and just a teensy-weensy bit smug. Hardworking, they’d be called by Tory Central Office, and not in need of benefits (know what I mean?). While those scroungers who live in the Wild Wood, when you think about it, don’t actually do anything.

Except hang about on street corners after dark and be menacing. Or grunt and rustle in the shadows to frighten a chap like Moley, who’s a little bit unworldly, don’t you know? Street corners? That’s the measure of them! They don't even aspire to a street to hang around the corner of.

So Wild Wood, alarmingly, is the story of a revolution. Less alarmingly, it’s the story of a revolution squidged. Of hopes and aspirations dashed, of justice and social progress blighted. Of the failure, as ever, of England to become the New Jerusalem.

It is a complex narrative, which has already been the subject of at least one doctoral thesis, but rather than lay it out in grisly detail, I’ll give you a snapshot. Let Baxter Ferret, the narrator, hold the stage. He has just blundered into an early meeting of a revolutionary cadre that will morph into the Wild Wood Volunteers. They are, indeed, deep in the snowbound wood, at the general shop of Wilson, the retired sea rat. A smart, ambitious young weasel called O.B. is talking.

‘It’s the latest thing that’s worst,’ he said . ‘It’s the way Toad’s throwing away his money now. It’s the motor car craze. Do you know how many machines that reckless animal has destroyed in the last few months? Well, do you?’

I didn’t, neither did I speak.  For try as I might, Toad’s latest fad – which others found so terrible, apparently – I could only think of in terms of sheer envy.

Unlike his fellows, Baxter already knows and loves machinery. He drives a lorry for his farmer boss – a state of the art 1908 Throgmorton Squeezer – and ends up, through a disastrous accident, actually working for the hated amphibian. Ensnared by Toad, ensnared by his solidarity with the workers – whose leader Boddington Stoat, ‘yellow and peculiarly bitter,’ ensnares his kind and lovely little sister Dolly.

The scene is set for tragedy. Rat’s beloved country river seems destined to run with blood. And Baxter can only watch aghast as the opposing factions take arms to enact their rural Armageddon.

Kenneth Grahame was once the secretary of the Bank of England, and was shot at by an Irish terrorist, so the lunacy of Wild Wood isn’t so off the wall as it might seem. The late great Willie Rushton’s illustrations – his son Toby gave me and Julia personal permission to use them as we wished – also tread delicately along an inexpressible line of wonder. As Willie once said: ‘Where would we be without a sense of humour?’ (And answered, ‘Germany!’)

My son Matti ( designed the cover, and was the techie man as usual, but Julia and I helped with lots of tinkering. It’s gone through a couple of phases so far, and may yet be modified. Please feel free to comment.

And if you want to know absolutely EVERYTHING about Grahame and his book, read Annie Gauger’s The Annotated Wind in the Willows. Fablous, it is. Published by


Dennis Hamley said…
Wild Wood back? I'm SO delighted. A true, true classic which has enlightened many an otherwise unsatisfactory day. Taken together, TWITW and WWmake the best Edwardian social history primer there will ever be, with the advantage that WW is both very funny and very wise. Wonderful for you and for all of us. Julia, that's brilliant. You won't ever regret it!

By the way, about yesterday's post. Kay wonders how you knew about the nosepicking
madwippitt said…
Hurrah! Looking forward to it. Hope the price will have come down a bit from the previous thousands of pounds Amazon was quoting ... :-)
Kathleen Jones said…
Wonderful! and illustrations by Willie Rushton. Good for Golden Duck!
Lydia Bennet said…
Good for Julia and Golden Duck! This is a much needed companion to WITW. I used to hate it because I hated Toad so much, it was years before I discovered the Piper at the Gates of Dawn bits... but it also annoyed me politically so it's great to see your book out again. will this be paperback and ebook, or just e?
Jan Needle said…
No no, it will be a REAL BOOK as well as a virtual one. Surely you can't hate Toad, though? He's wonderful, if a tad misguided (!). It's not your own fault if you're born with more money than sense, or honour, or sympathy, or empathy, is it? Just ask Osborne and Cameron. They even invented the Pig Society!
Dennis Hamley said…
No, Val, I agree with Jan. Toad is great. I've got a little book at home sent to me when I was in the Foyles children's book club circa 1944, which cost all of 2/6 and has a War Economy label inside - First Whisper on Wind in the Willows, which consist of the Toad story's first draft written Grama wrote as letters home to his son. Amazing how close it is to the final draft and shows just how his imagination worked. Toad was the spur: Piper at the Gates of Dawn the obligatory fey add-on.
Dennis Hamley said…
'written by Grahame' of course. Not used to my new laptop yet.
glitter noir said…
Well done, Jan. This one Reb Van Winkle will have to disover at last!

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