There’s a lot to manage — the external, vivid, social world is a huge and gratifying resource here, and Jack’s eyes remake the familiar. It is invigorating, watching him learn, and the way Donoghue reveals the consequences of Room through her attention to detail is tremendous. But in a world where bed is Bed and outside is Outside, I thought anxiety might be Anxiety, and somewhat harder to resolve. Part of Jack’s appeal is that heightened kidness in him, and if his wonder is 10 times larger, so might have been the resolutions of his internal struggles and regressions.
Jack lives in Room with his Ma (and other objects like Chair, Rug, Skylight, Door, and more) Every day, they bathe, eat breakfast, play, learn, eat lunch, scream at Skylight, nap, watch a little TV, and eat dinner. Then Jack goes to sleep inside Wardrobe. No, it doesn't take him to Narnia. If he knew about Narnia, we think he'd totally try to go there, because most nights a man called Old Nick comes in, gets in bed with Ma, and makes some creaky noises. Um, something's not right here. A lot of things aren't right here. Nothing is right here.