A heartbreakingly spare story about the heat death of the universe. One by one the things of the world are bid adieu. Beginning with small losses–clocks, socks, a young mouse who will never reach adulthood, the stakes rise relentlessly until the loss of the atmosphere, stars, and sound itself. In the end the illustrated moon shines on, a reminder of things lost, but the protagonist–and the reader–are left sleeping in the dark.I’ll confess it took me a few (hundred) readings to fully understand this book, but aren’t the best works of literature like that? For further commentary on Goodnight Moon, I recommend God-Night Rune, a translation from the original Old English; and Goodnight Room, a look at the inner workings of the Great Green Room.
Goodnight Moon and the End of All Things
My review of Goodnight Moon, as posted to Goodreads:
I know, I know. The “heat death of the universe” is a vast oversimplification. That’s how you can tell this is a book for the very young.