The Story of the Little Mole Who Went in Search of Whodunit by Werner Holzwarth

Although I have found Werner Holzwarth's Vom kleinen Maulwurf, der wissen wollte, wer ihm auf den Kopf gemacht hat cute enough, naughty and yes, at times even somewhat laugh aloud hilarious (with especially Wolf Erlbruch's accompanying illustrations of the vrious types of animal poop both expressive and somehow disgustingly appealing), personally, I was and remain rather visually disgusted by the fact that the little mole just keeps the piece of dogshit on his head whilst he is running around, trying to discover what type of animal pooped on his head.Īnd considering that we Germans already have a to and for me rather frustrating and problematic international reputation of being majorly obsessed with anything and everything anal (with certain scholars and anthopologists even claiming that the success of the National Socialists, that Nazism, that the Third Reich was somehow made possible because of our tendency to enjoy and revel in excrement-based humour and the like), Vom kleinen Maulwurf, der wissen wollte, wer ihm auf den Kopf gemacht hat, while it did cause me to chuckle and smile once or twice, more often than not, both text and images have actually made me feel rather uncomfortable, even to the point of cringing and shuddering at the probability of more potential stereotyping (and furthermore, the tit-for-tat revenge type ending, I really could do without, as in my humble opinion, while the little mole might have found out from the two flies that the piece of excrement on his noggin is from a canine, it is never even remotely shown that the butcher's dog Hans-Heinerich deliberarely defecated on the little mole's head and thus, the little mole defecating on the dog's head out of spite and revenge seems, or at least to me, immature, petty and rather vilely nasty and sad).

The Story of the Little Mole Who Went in Search of Whodunit by Werner Holzwarth