Treasure Island by Robert Louis Stevenson (REVIEW)
A Critic’s Meta-Review: 4/5
I am still waiting on that check, bud. Just for Jekyll and Hyde, though — this one is all you. I know nothing of the pirate life, save for a few things. Actually, scratch that — I know a fair amount about the business of the buccaneer. As a matter of fact, I read a book for a college course on the history of economics titled The Invisible Hook: The Hidden Economics Of Pirates in which the author, Peter Leeson (an economics professor at George Mason University, home to all the right-wing cranks your mother warned you about — nice folks, though) breaks down the structure of corsair society by way of an economic analysis, aimed at understanding why certain tasks were dedicated to certain members of a pirate’s crew and why some rituals, such as the flying of the infamous Jolly Roger flag, were performed. So I guess I do know something of the pirate life.
I lied.
Aargh, me mateys, I’s gonna do the rest of this review like a pirate, aargh, mateys. Aye! All hands on deck; tonight, we set sail for St. John’s. We’ll fill up on fish, aargh, yes, we’ll grab all the guppies we can. Then — back on the boat! No time to dilly dally! Now sing with your captain — everybody! Join me in my frivolity!
Yo-ho!
Yo-ho!
Blow, blow the oboe
