A Gaiman Conundrum

Sigh...


It is to no avail.


I can't find a copy of the book I want.


Sigh....


Here's my conundrum:




I've read Neil Gaiman's Newbery winner, The Graveyard Book, and enjoyed it immensely (as did Aitana, age 13, and Paolo, age 9, and if these two both approve, it has to be a winner in my eyes). I won't gush more about this title, since there are plenty of professional critics who do so much more eloquently that I could.




But the version we've all read is the one illustrated by Dave McKean. This is the HarperCollins version with the optical illustion image on the cover. At first glance, one sees a strange, angel-wing tombstone, but on closer examination we see the silloutte of a boy. It's a wonderful cover (which I like more and more each time I look at it).




Dave McKean's work is wonderful too, from his blending of digital and paint, to his surrealistic and warped images, to the dark strain that runs through all his work. He and Gaiman are an impressive team, and I find it hard to think about Gaiman without thinking about McKean's images too. I'm not sure I like McKean's work - his images leave me a little queasy - but I am a fan, nonetheless.




His illustrations in The Graveyard Book. They are smokey, and ethereal, and well-paired with the text, especially the opening image of the man Jack's wicked blade (I get a shiver just writing that).



But the images are less appealing as the book moves on, and the three heads and the pizza at the end are an utter disappointment (sorry for the spoiler).



So what's the conundrum?


There is another.

The U.K. version of the title features illustrations by Chris Riddell, whose light-handed line seems the perfect pairing for this title. Just look at the cover! Silas' arched eyebrow, the muddled-mix of headstones in the background, and the clever look on Bod's face.




Why can't I get a copy of this version? The only place I've been able to find it is on amazon.uk.com.


Oh and those tantalizing pics to be found on the web, like this...



















and this...


Sigh...

Diddled

"Hey Diddle Diddle" is not my favorite nursery rhyme. It doesn't even make my top ten list. It can't hold a candle (even a Jack-jumping-over-the-candlestick candle) to "The Three Little Kittens" or "Hickory Dickory Dock" or the best of the best - "Pop Goes the Weasel".

Really... "Hey Diddle Diddle" just can't compare. It's verse is more confusing than the usual nursery nonsense, and the rhythm doesn't quite work (I find myself trying to make laughed a two syllable word to follow the pattern of the preceding long line), and the ending is a let down. Why, oh why, does the dish run away with the spoon?

That is the question that Mimi Grey answers in The Adventures of Dish and Spoon - but this title falls flat for me in comparison to her Traction Man books (which are too funny to miss).

And even David Wiesner's (my hero!) tribute in The Three Pigs isn't enough to save this rhyme for me.

But Rachel Vail has succeed in redeeming the "Diddle". In Over the Moon which features clean-lined, hep-cat illustrations by Scott Nash, we are seated in a theater, observing a dress rehearsal of a soon-to-open production. Cat (in his too cool yellow glasses and black turtleneck - can you dig it?) and Dog are ready to perform, but Cow is having some problems with the stage directions, to the frustration of the beret-wearing monkey director . The snappy, dialogue - all in squared off speech bubbles - is funny for adult and kid readers alike:

Cow (shaking the director's paw): Mr. Diddle Diddle. I'm a great fan
of your work.

Monkey (surprised): Are you? Well... Call me Hi.

Cow: Call me Cow.

Monkey: Thanks. So anyway, small point, but - the Cow jumped OVER the
moon.

Cow: Uh-huh. And boy am I sore.

Monkey: No! You jumped under! That was the cow jumping UNDER
the moon. See on the instant replay?

I'm sure you can see where this is going - but it is a lot of fun trying to get there with this cast.

Summerland

I've only been in three baseball stadiums in my life.

When I was a teen, I spent an entire night with my mom and sister at Fenway Park, where A Field of Dreams was being filmed, with 100 other extras. The directors moved us from one section of the stands to the next to create a pan shot of a full stadium. I think the sleeve of my bomber jacket can be seen in the corner of one of the closeup shots with Kevin Costner.

Three years ago, I saw my first professional baseball game - the Joliet Jackhammers at Silver Cross Field. I couldn't tell you the name of the opposing team, or who won, or anything about the game itself, really - though I enjoyed the fireworks at the end of the night.

Two years ago, I saw the Seattle Mariners play the Oakland A's. I didn't even know that there really was a team called the A's.

All this goes to show that I know nothing about baseball. I didn't play it when I was a kid, my children don't play it, and I rarely watch it on tv - unless I'm keeping my husband company.

But I love Summerland.

The reviews for Michael Chabon's novel were unanimous - the critics adored it. It was a true-blue American fantasy. This is rarity in children's fiction. There are plenty of fantasies that rewrite fairytales (like Ella Enchanted) or play with myth (like the Percy Jackson books) or rely yet again on The Lord of the Rings cast of characters (et tu Eragon?). But an American fantasy is a rarity.

I was so excited when I read the reviews - until I realized that this, drat, was a baseball book. I didn't think I could bear to read a baseball book, especially such a long baseball book. So I didn't quite get around to reading it.

I was a fool to have waited. Because this isn't a book about Mariner baseball or Jackhammer baseball or even Kevin Costner baseball. This is a book about the joys of a summer day (and the tight knot in the stomach when stepping up to home plate hoping this time, this time, the bat will connect with a thwack that vibrartes through palms and up to the elbows, and that ball will sail silently into the blue expanses) mixed with an age old tale of order versus chaos and creation versus destruction. The plot is packed with the characters of our own American lore, la llaronna, Paul Bunyan, Big Foot, and Coyote - just to name a few and tells a truly American story, of a man who has a bright idea that could change the world, of a girl who pitches as well as any boy, of a Negro League player, and a Cuban refugee.

All that wrapped up into nine innings.

**** Check out the recorded book version of this one - Chabon himself reads the novel, and he has excellent voices! I could listen to his Ring-Finger Brown voice over and over and would grin every time I heard it.

Post script: Mercedes (now 12!) is listening to Summerland on playaway and is complaining that I don't write about her enough in my blog (petulant, isn't she?). Here's what she has to say about this one: "Ummm.... Ummmm... it's good... it has good girl characters like Jennifer T, so it doesn (shudder) focus just on the dumb boys."

The Monster Truck Rally of Picture Books

Warning: You should only read Dinosaur Vs. Bedtime aloud to a child if you are willing to do the following - 1) read the entire book with a voice like the announcer for the Monster Truck Rally commercials - deep and resonating and always ending with a slightly higher intonation; 2) roar like a dinosaur; 3) giggle uncontrollably with the audience you are reading to.

The illustrations are simple lines with rich hues- there's no nuance here - just simple dinosaurness in techn-o-color. The text too is straightforward - marked by a bold, all caps type face that gives us all the information we need ("Dinosaur vs. Spaghetti.... Dinosaur wins!"). Perhaps there's something worrisome about a book that puts everything in terms of combat - but if you've ever seen a four year old plunge ahead with dogged determination, you'll appreciate this one.

The Warmth of Candlewick Press

Do publishers have a smell?

Wow - that sounds entirely ridiculous as I write it, but I do think that if we could associate a certain scent with a certain publisher, then Candlewick Press would smell like homemade cinnamon rolls, just as they come out of the oven (rather than melted wax as the name might suggest).

When I pick up a Candlewick book, I know that I am always in for a treat. Sometimes the scent may be so powerful that it makes me catch my breath*, and other times, that perfume is the equivalent of a snuggly blanket and a kiss on the cheek from your mom.

A Visitor for Bear by Bonnie Becker and illustrated so warmly by Kady MacDonald Denton is just such a treat. Bear's home looks like the English cottage of my dreams (as does Angelina Ballerina's abode, if truth be told), but we know, as Bear will learn, that a cozy house is cozier if there is a friend to visit. Denton's bear, a cross between David McPhail's bumbling creatures and James Stevenson's whimsy, is huge and dainty all at once, but his bulk isn't enough to fill his home. The appearance of Mouse makes all the difference - and suddenly the white framing around Bear decreases, and Bear and his home take up more and more of the page, as though Bear's life is fuller with Mouse in it.

*Have you still not read The Astonishing Life of Octavian Nothing - published by Candlewick (really these editors are amazing)? What are you waiting for?

Valentin Thinks Ordinary Boy is Awesome

Valentin (age 6) and I have been reading The Extraordinary Adventures of Ordinary Boy by William Boniface with snappy illustrations by Stephen Gilpin (check out his site). We're on book three now and have enjoined every minute of the series. What's not to love? The story takes place in a town where everyone has a super-power, ranging from Miss Marble - the fourth grade teacher who can immobilize her students by glaring at them, to Lord Pincushion who carries an arsenal of tools and weapons on his person, to FuzzBoy who can grow hair on anyone and anything. A town where everyone is a super hero, everyone except Ordinary Boy (or so we are led to believe). Valentin has been busily working through the plot details, trying to determine Professor Brain-Drain's next evil plot, or how time travel will work in The Return of Meteor Boy (the second title in the series), or if Ordinary Boy isn't so ordinary after all. And in the process, Valentin has started reading... independently.... challenging books.... and a lot of them. What's the connection? What's the real super-story behind Ordinary Boy? I think it's that reading can be fun. We shouldn't undermine the importance of this statement. There is a unique pleasure that only reading can provide.

Mercedes wants me to add that her little brother isn't the only Oboy fan around here.

Besides Manga

Kitamura, Satoshi. Me and My Cat. 1999.

As a professor and the mother of four children (one of whom is a teenager - egad!), I am slightly ashamed to admit that I love reading Japanese manga and watching Japanese anime (in translation... sigh...). From the first time I saw Star Blazers on Channel 38, I was hooked. I loved the slapstick comedy, and the ridiculous drama and the big messy hair. I had the same reaction when I first discovered a manga collection at my library and read through every series I could get my hands on.

But even if I had never watched Gaiking or read Ranma 1/2, I hope I would have found Satoshi Kitamura's picture books. His stories are strange and surreal and silly - think Haruki Murakami for kids - but it is his artwork that defines his style. I am especially fond of Me and My Cat, where the boy narrator wakes one morning to find that he has been transplanted into his cat's body. His adventures as he tries to learn to be a cat are immensely entertaining, but it is the images of the cat, now inhabiting the boy's body, that make me laugh out loud, especially the two page spread broken into multiple panels of the cat-boy's actions, including wrestling with laundry, playing with yarn, and trying to use the litter box.