The narration sapifies it, which may well be a problem of translation, the familiar and slightly formless year round natural passage narrative hints at its limitations and pleasures: the imposed story is charming, and the little details about family and farm and the stuff of boyhood, but what’s really great is the quite stupendous imagery and the natural mystery it suggests, a vast, dangerous, stupefying, inviting world that makes you want to believe the undoubted idealized construct, and even want to go back and grow up in it; the music’s very pretty too