Although I'm hardly one to overflow with Christmas cheer, I think one of the nicest of this season's traditions is the 'Advent calendar
'. When I was a child, we usually had one, and I still recall the (somewhat excessive, in retrospect) excitement about opening up a new little window on each day to see what tiny little image was behind it.
Yes, we were pathetically easy to please back in those kinder, gentler, simpler, pre-Xbox days.
I don't recall ever having one that actually gave you things
on each day (and, you know, considering what a greedy little brat I was, I'm sure I would
remember such undeserved largesse). It was probably for that reason that one particular calendar appealed so much to me in mid-November when I saw it at the local supermarket.
Thus it was that the Playmobil Advent calendar
with the seasonal title 'Polizei auf Verbrecherjagd
' (i.e., 'Police manhunt') ended up in our house.
Now, I must admit to an enduring (and, yes, somewhat immature) love for certain kinds of toys, such as Lego
I spent far more time (outrageous
amonts of time, really) with Lego as a child, but -- especially since being in Germany, the birthplace of Playmobil -- I have become more fascinated with the latter. This is not only because of Playmobil's strikingly didactic nature (these are clearly toys with a message
) but also because they often do not shy away from the darker
side of life.
Check out, for example, this Playmobil gladiator arena
Yes, that's a lion.
It's unclear whether actual Christians are included, but I suppose the Familienspaziergang
set could be quickly adapted in a pinch.
In this openness to presenting children with, shall we say, a somewhat pessimistic
notion of what human relationships are (and, historically, have been), we might see Playmobil as carrying on a noble German tradition of, say, Grimm's fairy tales or the gory collection of stories starring a figure named Struwwelpeter.
You can get a taste of the kind of joyful childhood optimism contained in the latter via this Wikipedia summary
of a few of the stories:
In "Die gar traurige Geschichte mit dem Feuerzeug" (The Dreadful Story of Pauline and the Matches), a girl plays with matches and burns to death.
"Die Geschichte vom Suppen-Kaspar" (The Story of Kaspar who did not have any Soup) begins as Kaspar, a healthy, strong boy, proclaims that he will no longer eat his soup. Over the next five days he wastes away and dies.
In "Die Geschichte vom Daumenlutscher" (The Story of Little Suck-a-Thumb), a mother warns her son not to suck his thumbs. However, when she goes out of the house he resumes his thumb sucking, until a roving tailor appears and cuts off his thumbs with giant scissors.
In "Die Geschichte vom fliegenden Robert" (The Story of Flying Robert), a boy goes outside during a storm. The wind catches his umbrella and sends him to places unknown, and presumably to his doom.
Painful death, maiming, and doom: that
what children's literature should be all about.
There's nothing quite so bloodthirsty about my Advent calendar (this is
Christmas after all), but there are a few things about it that I think are worth noting.
Like: there's nothing that says Christmas
like a 'manhunt'.
In case you're unfamiliar with Advent calendars, the idea behind this one is: each day between the 1st and 24th of December, a child (or, in my case, a childish adult) gets to open a numbered box containing one part of the whole play set.
They are thus opened in a specific
order, that is defined by the company.
The figure, equipment or accessories revealed can then be added to a kind of cardboard urban backdrop that was also included. This enables a certain amount of creativity.
This is, by the way, a lot
more fun than it sounds, especially if you are as juvenile as I am.
But I also noticed something interesting. Here, for example, is a picture of my Polizei auf Verbrecherjagd
play set after five days.
You will note: there is no Polizei
. No Jagd
. Just a Verbrecher
, seen on the left hand side of the picture, scaling his way down a building he has just presumably burgled.
Here, a close-up of the tiny little deviant.
I have decided -- in honour of another charming delinquent
-- to call him 'Otto'.
What struck me is the particular discourse behind this sequence. Rather than taking the perspective -- common enough in modern criminology -- that the criminal justice apparatus creates
criminals (by, say, defining and enforcing particular notions of 'deviancy' or whatever), Playmobil endorses an older, more positivistic notion of policing.
Instead of being interpellated
into his criminal status by the powers that be, our little housebreaker, Otto, represents a pre-existing
social problem. In some sense, perhaps, he stands in for the potential for disorder and violation inherent in human nature.
Then -- and only then -- it is in reaction to
the very real threat he poses that a policing apparatus will (slowly, day-by-day) be built.
Otto, in short, is a problem
(Although he may not be a serious
problem: for all his building-scaling skills, Otto has decided to burgle a house right across the street from a police station
Nor are we given the sense that he's committing some kind of poverty-inspired social crime. Not only do we not know his motivation for stealing the case full of plastic money, but Otto bears all the hallmarks of the professional criminal, both in terms of his specialised knowledge (climbing buildings) and tools (the extensive set of keys he wears on his belt).
Given the promises on the box, I can tell that the power of the agents of the Staatsmacht
will eventually grow to a rather impressive extent, eventually including motorised vehicles, a police dog and several guns.
Otto, I think, will not stand a chance.
However, the forces of law and order got off to a bit of a slow start yesterday, as the first police officer made his or her (I find the sex a bit indeterminate) appearance. However, it was not until today that he (or she) was given the tools to do the job: a radio and a pistol.
The gun, for the moment, is staying holstered. However: as one of the initial items that appeared, presumably intended for Otto's use, was an axe, I'm not sure how long that is going to be the case.
And, having cheated a bit and looked ahead at the kind of props that are on the way, I saw that the last piece to be opened, on Christmas Eve, is an ominous one for dear little Otto: a prison bed. (Thus ends the series that began with the criminal himself: a clearer way of expressing that crime doesn't pay is hard to imagine.)
I was, actually, convinced that that final item it was an autopsy table, until The Wife corrected me earlier this evening. So, Otto will perhaps be saved from an all too harsh fate.
Still, it's my toy and I can imagine what I want, can't I?
One way or another, this going to end in tears for someone.
I'm sure of it.