This week marks the death - in 1969 - of Richmal Crompton, who wrote the William Books.
I loved to read about William books as a child. He was my hero - school-hating, anarchic, clever, rebellious and wise. But his best quality was that he despised the pretensions of 'grown-ups'.
Possibly my favourite line is when William tells one of his girlfriends:
'I think I like you almost as much as my inseck...'
William is child-like. He says things as they appear to him, not as others think they ought to be.
Regular readers may recall that I once published an article called 'Life is so ridiculously simple that a child of five could get it' in which I referred to the Boy who saw through the Emperor's New Clothes. I argued that wise children see through the illusions produced by conditioning. As does William.
In the William books it it is the adults who are 'childish', while William and his mates are sane. The adults sulk when they don't get their own way, they have tantrums (or 'fainting fits'). They are selfish, stupid, and slaves to convention.
The paradoxical lesson is that, in order to 'grow up' we need to become more childlike:
- Living in the moment
- Following our emotional imperatives
- Exercising spontaneity
- Being more honest
- Working against boredom
- Rebelling against the rules
- Laughing at convention
- Seeing things as they are
- Telling things as they are (even when we might be wrong)
- Bucking the rules
- Being 'silly', 'goofy', and 'anarchic'




