I like to think I'd be like the wife in this story - accepting of unfamiliar, new environments. The thing is, though, if I started petting wild jungle creatures, they'd kill me. I know this. I sometimes try anyway, but the main reason I don't run after wildlife is because it will not turn out like this story. You don't just become one with your hostile environment because you want to.
Who am I kidding? I'd totally chase the forest monkeys. They're super neat.
Also, I was really sad about Winston.
The thing that kept me from really loving this is that I'm getting tired of this type of illustration. Is there a name for this art style? Adventure Time Drawring? I don't know but it doesn't charm me anymore; it's become invasive. It's everywhere. I know I had that problem with [b:Ant Colony|17978256|Ant Colony|Michael DeForge|https://d.gr-assets.com/books/1372677632s/17978256.jpg|25206771], too. I'm ready for a new style of edgey, offbeat, cartoonish-but-not-cartoony art.
I think I'm going to consider this a Return to Paradise fable. I mean, that could be way off base, but it's what I'm going to take away. Because I can.
The husband and wife leave the city behind to enjoy their honeymoon and they're typical first-world white people. He's running around killing things for sport, he's all gluttonous, he's used to power and money and importance. She follows along because it's what is expected. But then there's the guide who is both encouraging their behaviors and teaching them about their new environment, acting as a bridge from Ye Olde Eville Lyfe into the place where "Everything, at some point, is reduced to its most primitive state", a new Adam & Eve lifestyle, only, really, in this case, it's way more Eve & Adam.
The forest monkeys can represent angels and I think this Return to Paradise fable all works out really well.