J. M. Barrie’s Peter and Wendy (read it for free on Project Gutenberg) will forever be one of my favorite books. It has its flaws, but all in all, it’s a very different story than the Peter Pan play (and, consequently, Disney movie) version. Someday I would like to do a full graphic novel adaptation which sheds light on the darker aspects of the story, including the intriguing mythos behind it all.
This little comic is based on my most favorite bit of the entire story: Mrs. Darling’s recollection of Peter Pan.
Occasionally in her travels through her children’s minds Mrs. Darling found things she could not understand, and of these quite the most perplexing was the word Peter. She knew of no Peter, and yet he was here and there in John and Michael’s minds, while Wendy’s began to be scrawled all over with him. The name stood out in bolder letters than any of the other words, and as Mrs. Darling gazed she felt that it had an oddly cocky appearance.
‘Yes, he is rather cocky,’ Wendy admitted with regret. Her mother had been questioning her.
‘But who is he, my pet?’
‘He is Peter Pan, you know, mother.’
At first Mrs. Darling did not know, but after thinking back into her childhood she just remembered a Peter Pan who was said to live with the fairies. There were odd stories about him; as that when children died he went part of the way with them, so that they should not be frightened. She had believed in him at the time, but now that she was married and full of sense she quite doubted whether there was any such person.
‘Besides,’ she said to Wendy, ‘he would be grown up by this time.’
‘Oh no, he isn’t grown up,’ Wendy assured her confidently, ‘and he is just my size.’ She meant that he was her size in both mind and body; she didn’t know how she knew it, she just knew it.
Until I can put my own twist on the text, I’m enjoying fellow Maine cartoonist Renae De Liz’s own (totally gorgeous) adaptation. Follow it on the website!