What I have sampled of Snicket's "Unfortunate Events" series inclines me negatively toward wanting more. But, recognizing the old tradition about lumps of coal at Yuletide, when I saw this small book on the bookstore's holiday shelf, my curiosity at the title overcame my negative response to the byline. I took, I read, I was conquered, I purchased. That was last year, and I remain glad.
Let us for the sake of argument not quibble over such minor technicalities as the apparent confusion about char- vs. bituminous or even anthracite coal; why, when the author speaks of the small hero "rolling" from place to place the illustrator depicts it walking on delightful little anthropomorphic legs; or how (perhaps the greatest if unspelled-out miracle of the story) it can cook all day and mark paper all evening without being consumed. Despite such quirks, the fun adds up to a sort of Hans Christian Andersen meets Ambrose Bierce dish, seasoned with a dash of holiday morality of the lightly cynical variety, and served up with illustrations of color and verve.
I still don't plan on reading the Unfortunate Events until I find nothing else to read, but I look forward to perusing THE LUMP OF COAL every December, maybe oftener.