Today I was made aware that some people view Roald Dahl’s Matilda as a brat.
Obviously these people are wrong. Matilda is exquisite.
Still, I am really, unbearably sad about this. It’s like someone bruised my heart. I am all those Rennaissance pictures of Saint Sebastien pierced by arrows through the heart, but without the choice saintliness.
Please keep your negative opinions about Matilda to yourself.