I adored Asterix when I was a kid, so reading this involved getting smashed in the face by nostalgia with the forced of a carelessly tossed menhir (or indeed caber). I am thus utterly incapable of offering anything even remotely resembling an impartial or considered view on the matter.
When I went back home last summer I found a few old, yellowing editions in my mum’s loft, and brought them back here largely in an overly nostalgic fit of parental optimism. Having now reminded myself exactly what these books are about at heart I’m extremely glad that I made that decision. My eldest turned three not so long ago and is about to start at nursery school so it won’t be too long until I’m able to share these with him as a much needed corrective to all that conformist bollocks that forms a part of any standardized education system, let alone Japan’s. If in doubt, punch a Roman and eat a boar, by Toutatis!