I think that the last third of Tales of Juha was actually my least favorite. There was less variety in these anecdotes,
especially in chapter seven (“A Witty Rogue”) and chapter nine (“Justice and
Generosity”). The tales in both of these
chapters took place nearly exclusively in court, and though I thought that some
of them were clever, I felt like it got redundant after a while, especially since
many of them started similarly, either describing the judge or telling us that
Juha himself was the judge. A few
started out describing the crime that led the people to go to the judge, but
regardless, they all wound up in the same place.
A tale that I did enjoy was the
one where Juha told the man to take his nothing and be off. The whole situation was absurd, with a man
going to court in order to get paid the nothing he had been promised. It’s the sort of situation that can only be
setting you up for a punchline. When
Juha had the man find nothing under the book, then instructed him to take it,
the situation became even more absurd.
As far as I’m concerned, everyone wound up happy. One man got his nothing, the other didn’t
have to pay it, and Juha got an interesting story to tell.
My favorite chapter in the last
third of the book was chapter six, “Boastfulness and False Pride.” I enjoyed it because we all know at least one
person who just can’t resist any opportunity to brag. Because that sort of behavior can annoy us
and grow very old, very quickly, we can’t help but laugh when someone like that
gets knocked down just a notch (though they’re usually back to their original
state in no time). I loved it when Juha
was building up a grand tale about his horsemanship, and a friend of his cut in
and told Juha’s audience that Juha had actually fallen off of the horse. I love the mental image of Juha getting the
crowd excited, and preparing himself to put them in awe of him, only to be
humbled by someone who knows him too well to fall for his tales.
Another false pride tale that I
enjoyed was the one where Juha fell off of his donkey, with his foot still
stuck in the stirrup, but tried to play it off as intentional nonetheless. I’m pretty sure that most people have done
something similarly clumsy and then (jokingly or not) said something along the
lines of “Uh…I meant to do that” as they pick themselves up and/or gather their
scattered belongings. I can’t count the
number of times that I’ve stumbled and then just tried to play it off as though
nothing happened or laughed about it to try and appear confident in my walking
abilities (despite the evidence that I could use some work).
The last chapter, “Critic of
Despotism,” was even more political than the stories about corrupt judges. I won’t lie; I had to do an internet search
to find out who Tamerlane was. Once I
did, the tales started to make sense.
They were, perhaps, a coping mechanism for the oppressed people who lived
under him. I enjoy learning about how
people use humor to deal with adversity, so it was neat to see that it was done
even long ago.
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