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late naps, Russian fables and political correctness

As a child I had a book he wanted with all the strength of my childhood. Had given me an aunt who traveled extensively, was green like a bottle of wine and had very few pictures. was the first book I read without pictures . A book made almost every letter, with some illustrations every 20 pages or so. Black and white illustrations, badly drawn, a little ugly. They were Russian fables and my aunt had brought from Russia, or that's what my memory likes to believe, that my aunt had brought from Russia a Russian book of fables. My aunt also had (has) Russian common name in Venezuela that I did not know he was Russian, but when I knew I trembled with happiness because it fit perfectly into the memories and the magic book: My aunt brought me name Russian Russian a book Russian fables. As memory is very tricky and children understand things his way, this may be true only remember the name of my aunt and the origin of fables, not the book, because I know that has been brought Russia from a book written in English. Nor do I know that my aunt has been in Russia, although in London and Copenhagen because I saw pictures and heard stories. Russia never heard anything. Of Russia only had this book. book I read with fervor during all naps of my childhood. Not sleeping for naps of my childhood, course, because then I used to sleep with my sister in our parents bed instead of sleeping, I read that book to her, who listened attentively, but sometimes fell asleep, then I I continued to read quietly, amazed, not sleeping for a second, or when I slept, dreaming of those cabins in the middle of nowhere, these czars, these geese and those charms. Dreaming even hunger and poverty in which many such tales begin, with thick soups and pastries then out of nowhere . All noon, after lunch, my sister asked me to read this book and since then I became their official reading. How many times have I read "Place called Kindberg" in our youth? But that's another story.

then fell upon me the task of reading it, tacitly, of course, no one specifically asked me to read him at all, quite the contrary, what we wanted in those days was that naps fell asleep, like all children of our age. Or that's what our mother said that all the children of our age at that time were taking a nap, something which I doubt, though I never asked another boy what he did at noon and, indeed, the few times I was at a lunchtime street, I saw no children, but this may be due to hot flashes that time, rather than the discipline of the siesta.
thousand years later, recognized Russian fables, but far more beautiful or more bizarre than I remembered them, in the stories of Amos Oz's mother, in History of Love and Darkness , but that is another history.

II

For there goes rolling news that seek to censor Huckleberry Finn. Change all of the words "politically incorrect" that used to refer to blacks by more docile or do not offend anyone. It seems that the words "nigger" will put "slave." Perhaps in those days was better to be black to dry than a slave, but that the lords of censorship not interested . Who cares about Mark Twain and his bad decision to write 219 times the word nigger. No one would think it was this man 219 times in front of the word nigger and so left it.
So I wonder if will they begin to review the whole literature of past centuries to remove her so in this century may offend prude. Will literature in general, and especially children's literature should be neat, moral and educational? If so will need to lift the planet earth in the Russian fable all that death, hunger, flies, deceit, pain, guts abound.

From now on and in an unprecedented act of rebellion I intend to read to my children uncensored Huckleberry Finn, cruel - and precisely because of this exciting, fables or subversive Russian prince. In all our naps we stick to the politically incorrect.