Jo Field on Helen Clare’s Entomology
Surely there can’t be many of us who are unfamiliar with Eric Carle’s masterpiece of simplicity The Very Hungry Caterpillar. And look! Here he is again, our hero, albeit updated with attendant complications, maybe even metamorphosed into a different gender. Cleverly, he/she has insinuated him/herself into the very heart of the eighteen other sonnets in Helen Clare’s pamphlet Entomology. How I love a good joke, and this is a good joke: Larvus megafamishus cocooned among such seriously adult insects as Stenolemus bituberus, Blattella germanica, Filodes mirificalis. Which is not to say the famished larva lacks weight, nor indeed that its fellows are without a degree of lightness.
This ‘velveteen’ People’s Princess, her vulnerability intact − ‘too delicious/to be inedible, too bright to be unseen’ − is carried along by basic rhythm and solid rhyme like antidotes to the ‘wheatgrass’ and ‘goji berries’ of today’s celebrity culture with its fixation on little else but style: ‘I’m something of a role model//so must sustain my image and the measure-/ments befitting a national treasure’.
Unlike the opening paragraph of this review, Helen’s ‘Very Hungry Caterpillar’ is firmly ‘on message’, with cameos from Martin Bashir, Twitter, the ubiquitous Five-a-Day, and more. Thank goodness, though, the fun is untainted by reference to any rumoured enthusiasm for Colonic Irrigation.