Page 45 Review by Stephen
"But how can there be room for a Martian in a flying saucer?" asks Moominmamma.
She eyes her dirty dishes at the sink, incredulously.
Are you traumatised by new technology? Does nano-bling and digital do-da baffle you to the point where they might as well be magic, their means of operation a heart-sinking, hair-tearing mystery? Welcome to my world! That I can actually format these reviews in Wordpress and populate them with size-adjusted interior art is a minor miracle, true testament to the teaching prowess (and patience) of Jonathan and Dee.
Family Moomin is about to experience extreme bewilderment, for the Martians have landed! Well, one of them has. He's a funny little fellow the colour of coal with a head so fuzzy he looks as if he's stuck his fingers into an electricity socket. He appears to be wearing a glass gas lamp globe. Twin springs dangle down on either side or sit up straight in be-startlement.
He's a classic piece of Jansson design (which you can admire aplenty in the back of the MOOMIN DELUXE SPLIPCASED EDITION) with big, expressive eyes, at once mysterious and ridiculous and entirely at odds with clichés of the day, as Moomintroll discovers when he roots out his old science fiction book as reference.
Anyway, the little chappy's innocuous enough: it's the box of wires and cogs and bulbs and buttons the Moomins find in his spaceship that cause all the mayhem. They don't come with instructions so learning how it works will have to a question of trial and error. Well, mostly error. Mrs. Fillyjonk's cow will never be the same.
If Tove has anything social to say this time round, it's pretty brief and right at the beginning when Moomintroll is given a hand-me-down transistor radio which doesn't work to begin with but he doesn't really mind: he just admires its complicated looking inner gubbins. I had precisely that experience myself way back then.
"If you hadn't hidden my Superstrofonic Box in the baking oven I would have learned English a week ago."
If Moominmamma had hidden the Martian's Superstrofonic Box in the baking oven the second she found it, this entire fiasco could have been averted. The laws of physics are in for a right battering. I'm not sure having a luminous police force is an entirely positive development.