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TOPSY AND TIM - The DARKNESS that LURKS BENEATH

This thread reminds me of those Mr Men reviews on Amazon. Were you responsible for them too, DaveCinzano ?
Here's an example:
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'1984' or 'The Trial' had been a children's book, Mr Messy would be it. No literary character has ever been so fully and categorically obliterated by the forces of social control. Hargreaves may well pay homage to Kafka and Orwell in this work, but he also goes beyond them.

We meet Mr Messy - a man whose entire day-to-day existence is the undiluted expression of his individuality. His very untidiness is a metaphor for his blissful and unselfconscious disregard for the Social Order. Yes, there are times when he himself is a victim of this individuality - as when he trips over a brush he has left on his garden path - but he goes through life with a smile on his face.

That is, until a chance meeting with Mr Neat and Mr Tidy - the archetypal men in suits. They set about a merciless programme of social engineering and indoctrination that we are left in no doubt is in flagrant violation of his free will. 'But I like being messy' he protests as they anonymize both his home and his person with their relentless cleaning activity, a symbolism thinly veiled.

This process is so thorough that by the end of it he is unrecognizable - a homogenized pink blob, no longer truly himself (that vibrant Pollock-like scribble of before). He smiles the smile of a brainwashed automaton, blandly accepting what he has been given no agency to question or refuse. It is in this very smile that the sheer horror of what we have seen to occur is at its most acute.

Somewhere behind this blank expression though is a latent anger - a trace of self-knowledge as to what he once was - in the barbed observation he makes to Neat and Tidy that they have even deprived him of his name.

The book ends with a dry reminder from Hargreaves that just as with the secret police in some totalitarian regime, our own small expressions of uniqueness and volition may also result in a visit from these sinister suited agents."

Oh I'd forgotten about those, thanks for the reminder. Amazing
 
he confidently asserts the setting to be a nursery. If this were the case, why would Janet bother to state that the painting was 'done at school', the very place she is right now?
Maybe Janet is just clueless as to where she is, having spent all that stolen money from the diverted cheques on additive-laden sweets? She's basically off her face.
 
Maybe Janet is just clueless as to where she is, having spent all that stolen money from the diverted cheques on additive-laden sweets? She's basically off her face.
I hope for her sake that this is true...

The presence of the postbox to which you bluntly enquire - loose lips sink ships, comrade! Remember Rosie and Jim! - is no laughing matter. Clearly in this timeline the world has fallen so far into Orwellian dystopia such that the surveillance apparatus of the betentacled state reaches further than one might have ever imagined into the home and workplace, unashamed and deliberate in its brutal placement. You will not be allowed to forget. No television here, no; the only means of communication is clearly the written form with each word to be dissected and examined by the authorities. Now, this brings us to the 'painting' incident which - in the light of these considerations - should surely cause alarm. It is hard to see how this dangerously free form could ever constitute legitimised expression in the eyes of the government. That it has escaped from the window could be disastrous for the family. Even the holly bush may be a spy. We can surmise that neither Tropsky nor Tim can be properly trusted; indeed their notable absence suggests that perhaps an official report is already being compiled.
 
Sex And The Shitty Milkman

So, a rabbit - symbol of sexual energy since antiquity - sniffs around “Dad's marigolds”, only to quickly divert her attention to, yes, you've guessed it...

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...the milkman.

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Almost as soon as she “came” and “sniffed his fingers”, he triumphantly takes her back to Topsy and Tim, brazen in his cuckolding of their (as ever) absent father.

Elsewhere, Mummy's sexual self-identification could not be clearer, smiling warmly as she clutches a none-more phallic carrot: “The rabbit was very pleased.”

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I see that Topsy wears the cuckolds horns and Tim his natural father's capMilkman B4.jpg

The symbolism of the man who brings the milk and fertility in rabbit form, while crude, is Jungian in its architypicality and Freudian in its interpretation.
 
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