Journalism loves an easy irony--and no irony is sweeter than the idea that some creator of a cherished work should have proved less lovable than his or her creations. What most adult lovers of the Winnie-the-Pooh books seem to know about author A.A. Milne is that through a combination of obliviousness and neglect, he saddled his only son Christopher with a perfectly awful childhood--a fact that rocked the world in 1974 when Christopher Milne's memoir The Enchanted Places first appeared. In it, the "real" Christopher Robin painted the portrait of a father who was cold and remote, with whom thrice daily...
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