In the meeting of the narrator who has ditched his plane in the Sahara desert, and the little prince, who has dropped there through time and space from his tiny asteroid, comes an intersection of two worlds, the one governed by the laws of nature, and the other determined only by the limits of imagination. The world of the imagination wins hands down, with the concerns of the adult world often shown to be lamentably silly as seen through the eyes of the little prince. While adult readers can find deep meanings in his various encounters, they can also be charmed back to childhood by this wise but innocent infant. This popular translation contains the author's own delightful illustrations, bringing to visual life the small being at the tale's heart, and a world of fantasy far removed from any quotidian reality. It is also a sort of love story, in which two frail beings, the downed pilot and the wandering infant-prince who has left behind all he knows, share their short time together isolated from humanity and finding sustenance in each other.
Ich weiss nicht, was es ist, aber ich werde mit diesem Buch einfach nicht warm. Es ist mir irgendwie zu metaphorisch, zu moralisch, zu übertrieben. Vielleicht fehlt mir etwas dieser „Blick durch Kinderaugen“ um es zu verstehen. Schon alleine der Elefant in der Schlange… für mich ist es ein gewöhnlicher Hut, und ich kann mir nicht vorstellen, dass es viele Kinder gäbe, die in diesem hut einen Elefanten in einer Schlange erkennen würden.
Aber nun ja. Meins ist es nicht.
