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Sunday, 22 September 2013

The Amazing Bone: Scrabboonit!

The Amazing Bone
William Steig
Farrar, Straus & Giroux, 1976

The Amazing Bone, by William Steig by We read it like this
Click above to listen to the way we read The Amazing Bone

The text
A book that gets away with featuring a small bone (look inside the piggy's handbag on the cover) as not just a character but a hero deserves attention just for the gall of it. But then we are talking of the same author with a story where the main character turns into a rock (yes, a rock) and remains a rock for a large part of the story (Sylvester and the Magic Pebble), the same author who wrote a story about a rabbit who can turn into a rusty nail at will, and includes the angst-ridden question 'Do nails die?' (Solomon the Rusty Nail), the guy who wrote a story about a man becoming a dog and not being able to communicate to his wife who he really was (Caleb and Kate), the very same man who introduced young readers to the art of abbreviation well before mobile phone texting was invented (CDB!) and the same dude who manages to conjure up a nightmare scene in which the nightmarishness of it all is the sickly niceness of some disgustingly loving children (Shrek!).

So when dreamy Pearl, the charming little pink riding bonnet on the front cover above, decides to dawdle on the way home from school, stopping 'to watch the grownups in town at their grownup work, things she might someday be doing', and then sits on the ground in the forest half way home to take in the beautiful arrival of spring ('the warm air touched her so tenderly, she could almost feel herself changing into a flower') and hears herself say 'I love everything', we are hardly surprised that a bone lying nearby should reply 'So do I'. 'You talk?' asks Pearl. 'In any language' says the bone, 'and I can imitate any sound there is'. The bone and Pearl hit it off straight away and Pearl decides to take the bone home. But on the way, they first have to deal with three highway robbers with pistols and daggers and a fox who is set on Pearl becoming his dinner for the evening. Luckily, the bone has other powers, learnt passively and unknowingly from his previous owner -a witch. One is left wondering how on earth it is possible to combine humour, tenderness, loyalty and friendship with the absurd quite so incredibly naturally. This 1977 Caldecott Honor Book is a big favourite at the moment. In fact, most of William Steig's work is, really.

As always, Steig's language is gorgeously rich and entirely unafraid of 'big words' and poetic prose. On her way home from school, Pearl stops at a barn and stands "gawking as the old gaffers pitch their ringing horseshoes". After announcing that Pearl will be his main course at dinner that night, the fox didn't just grab her; "he seized Pearl in a tight embrace", to which the bone reacts by screaming "Unhand her, you villain", leaving its fiercest insult for a little later: "You worm, you odorifeous wretch!". I see lots of reviews of Steig's work saying readers sometimes feel the need to simplify the language when they read the stories out loud, 'especially for younger children'. Here's a little piece of advice: don't do it! don't do it! don't do it! Steig was not only unafraid of using language interestingly, he was extraordinarily good and using 'difficult' language in context in such a manner that even the youngest of children will understand perfectly well what most of it means. What's more, the 'big words' he often chooses are marvellously sonorous and children are immediately attracted to them - and love learning them. Ultimately, 'odoriferous wretch' sounds one hell of a lot more intriguing and funny as an insult than smelly old miserable fox, whatever your age.


The illustrations
In The Amazing Bone, William Steig's immediately recognisable pen, ink and watercolour illustrations bring us the arrival of spring in its full glory and optimistic abandon, complementing the textual descriptions. "Spring was so bright and beautiful... her light dress felt like petals." "The spring green sparkled in the spring light. Tree toads were trilling. It's the kind of wonderful day," said Pearl, "when wonderful things happen-like my finding you." "Like my finding you!" the bone answered. And it began to whistle a walking tune that made the going very pleasant".
'I love everything,' she heard herself say. 'So do I,' a voice answered.
Pearl straightened up and looked around. No one was there.
'Where are you?' she asked.
Steig is also wonderful at portraying and provoking emotions in his readers. Look below and feel Pearl's fear, pride and despair.
'You can't have my purse,' she said, surprised at her own boldness.

'He wore a spring of lilac in his lapel, he carried a cane and he
 was grinning so the whole world could see his sharp white teeth'. 

'Pushing Pearl along, the fox set out for his hideaway'. 

'I'm only just beginning to live', Pearl whispered [...]. 'I don't want it to end'.
'I know,' said the bone. 

'I regret having to do this to you', said the fox. 'It's nothing personal'. 
Frightening stuff, you'll agree! But then look below and feel the exhilarating joy of the reunion. "Where on earth have you been?", ask Pearl's parents. "We were frazzled with worry". And then the bliss of sleeping safely in the warmth of her own house with the lovely company of her friend the bone.
'The moment the door swung open, she was in her
mother's arms, and right after that in her father's.  
'Sometimes the bone put Pearl to sleep by singing,
or by imitating soft harp music'. 
Reading it out loud
All of Steig's books are a delight to read out loud. Most of his texts are quite a lot longer than today's picture-book standard, but not too long to read in one sitting from a young age.

In The Amazing Bone, the emotional rollercoaster we are taken through is guaranteed to keep ears pricked and eyes peeled for what's coming next. We feel the carefree joy of spring, then the amazement at the magic bone, the fear of being shot and the exhilaration of escaping death, the fear of being eaten, and the final relief of escaping death for the second time that day, followed by the comfort of arriving home to some very worried parents and snuggling down to sleep with the new friend the bone.

Besides the vocabulary, which we already talked about above, with interesting sounding words that serve to perk up little listeners and sometimes give them a giggle too, Steig also intersperses interesting questions and explicit comments which tend not to go unnoticed when reading his books aloud. He gives kids things to think about, all the time. They might think about them then and there or the questions might hang around ringing in their ears for later. A few examples of this in The Amazing Bone are:

"She watched the grownups in town at their grownup work, things she might someday be doing."

"How come you can sneeze?", asks Pearl. "I don't know", replies the bone. "I didn't make the world".

Later, the bone says to the fox: "You must let this beautiful young creature go on living. Have you no shame, sir!" The fox laughed. "Why should I be ashamed? I can't help being the way I am. I didn't make the world."

My son (aged 4.5) likes going back to these and pointing out that the fox says the same phrase as the bone before and wondering why.

At the fox's hideaway, the bone whispers to Pearl: "I know how you feel". "I'm only just beginning to live,", Pearl whispers back. "I don't want it to end". "I know", says the bone.

Another wonderful thing about reading The Amazing Bone out loud of course are the wonderful spell words the bone utters to get rid of the fox: Yibbam! Yibbam sibbible! Jibrakken sibbible digray! Alabam chinook beboppit gebozzle! And our favourite, Scrabboonit!

Reading Steig's books aloud guarantees laughter, concern, delight at magic or supernatural phenomena and children who are never ever talked down to. And boy, do they appreciate it.

Other things we like about The Amazing Bone and Steig in general
First off, we love the idea that a bone can have personality. A clearly defined, engaging personality too!

The first book of Steig's we got was Pete's a Pizza (a wonderful little story pizza boy and a pizza-maker father showing how play can be a very effective way of exiting a bad mood). My son would have been around two years old when we got Pete's a Pizza and he was captivated from the word go. Then we got Shrek! which he also loved, followed closely by Sylvester and the Magic Pebble, which was a very very very big hit with him and us alike. This story of a donkey who finds a magic pebble, by mistake wishes he was a rock and becomes one, was the beginning of our addiction to a number of Steig books about things turning into others and becoming trapped in a way that renders the original identity meaningless and the original identity-holder hopeless (check out Solomon and the Rusty Nail, Caleb and Katie). The Amazing Bone is also 'one of those', even though there is no transformation as such in the book. I like that my son is able to identify it as 'one of those', like Gorky Rises, the story about a frog who concocts a magic liquid that makes him fly and ends with a rock known as Elephant Rock turning into a real elephant. My son often asks, when we read The Amazing Bone, what we think the bone was before. I love that he recognises and has developed a Steig logic in his head.

Many of these books also have other things in common. William Steig makes his characters go through real horror, pain and anguish, but often compensates them with exhilaratingly happy reunion endings. Check out a few here: 

Sylvester and the Magic Pebble 

Sylvester and the Magic Pebble, whole family
cuddling up on the sofa after a bit of a rough experience. .  

Solomon and the Rusty Nail

Brave Irene

Caleb and Kate. Rather nice to find out the dog you took in
around the time your husband went missing...
was in fact your husband all along!

Caleb and Kate

Spinky stops sulking, in Spinky Sulks
Spinky sits on his father's knee. Sometimes he might not be that bad after all.
From Spinky Sulks

A related recurring theme in many of Steig's books is separation (either due to physical impossibility -like Sylvester or Solomon in their rock and nail form- or in coming of age adventures of sorts -Zeke Pippin, Gorky Rises or The Amazing Bone itself-. I love the way that what in most authors would reduce to portraying the fear of not being with your parents, in Steig becomes something so much more layered, where the fear alternates with an almost exhilarating fantasy at the thought they are all out there looking for you. It's a bit like wishing to know how everyone would react if you died, and getting to see for yourself. Reaffirming your loved ones' love for you.

In Spinky Sulks, "Spinky's family was worried. They couldn't stand to see him feeling so wretched".

In Gorky Rises, we are told "Gorky's parents had been out all night searching for him. By now, they were so worried they were ready to kill themselves just to end their misery."

In Caleb and Kate, "Kate longed for her missing husband; she couldn't understand why he'd left her. And how Caleb wished he could speak and explain! He would sprawl by her feet, gnawing a bone, while she worked at her weaving. Often a tear would hang from her lashes, or she would stare through the window and sigh, and Caleb would put his paws in her lap and lick her sad face."

In Solomon the Rusty Nail, Solomon thinks "How his poor parents must be suffering, not knowing what had become of him. How miserable they must be without their child.  

In Zeke Pippin, the pig protagonist slides into dreamland. "There he found his poor mother and father, and his poor brother and sister, all crying their hearts out, showering their clothes and the carpet with hot tears, asking how they could possibly go on without their oh-so-beloved Ezequiel. "If I don't see my angel again soon", his mother wailed, "I'll shoot myself!".

In child readers, I think many of Steig's stories have an effect a bit like the equivalent of the adult fantasy of going to your own funeral and taking comfort in how much everyone misses you. Giving children an idea of how much they might be missed if they go missing is a comforting fantasy. "We were frazzled with worry", say Pearl's parents. "Really? You were?", we can almost hear Pearl thinking.

In two words: Read Steig! 

(c) of all the illustrations in this post, William Steig, 1976.
(c) of the text, Ellen Duthie. Copy it or reproduce it, but please be nice and cite your source (author and blog).

Wednesday, 24 July 2013

Long live The Little King!

El Pequeño Rey, General de Infantería (The Little King, General of the Infantry), Ekaré 2009
El Pequeño Rey, Director de Orquesta (The Little King, Orchestra Conductor), Ekaré 2010
El Pequeño Rey, Maestro Repostero (The Little King, Master Pastry Chef), Ekaré 2013
None of them have been translated into English but they most definitely should!
Written and illustrated by  Javier Sáez Castán
  
Today I bring you a fabulous character, El Pequeño Rey (The Little King) created by the superb Spanish author and illustrator Javier Sáez Castán. These titles have not been translated into English, but one of his books has.

Take a few moments to have a look at the covers of the three books featuring The Little King, or the baby-grandad, as my son often calls him, by Javier Sáez Castán. Look at his expressions, his mood. I don't know about you but I want to know more. I want to peek in and take a good look; open the door and walk in. 

At home we read many more books in English than in Spanish for several reasons. It is partly to "compensate" for the Spanish-speaking environment and for the geographically disadvantaged language to have more of a chance to prosper, partly because I'm the one who is most up to date with children's literature at home and I know many more things in English than in Spanish but also because I generally find few things to get excited about. Well, I do get very excited about Javier Sáez Castán. His mind, or what I believe to perceive of his mind brings out curiosity and interest in me, it makes me smile, laugh, want to play and above all, want to go with him wherever he wishes to take me in his books. His Little King character is without a doubt something special and the series of three books this funny little hybrid creature appears in deserves, both individually and as a whole, an all out celebration. Woohoo!

Those spyhole or magic lantern-like frames that invite you in to share a private story, to spy on a performance of a child at play, are a big hit with me. But I'm not the only adolescent in love in the house. My son is also an unconditional fan and whenever we suggest reading something in Spanish, about eighty percent of times we can be sure he'll appear with one of the three Little King books with a slightly guilty look on his face, as if we might reproach him for wanting to read it yet again. 

We absolute love them!

I will go book by book, by order of publication (and purchase, in our case), giving a brief desciption of the story and showing some of our favourite images of each. At the end I'll make some general comments about the complete series (or trilogy?). 

El Pequeño Rey, General de Infantería
The Little King, General of the Infantry
Listen to the way we read it here (in Spanish, "read" by my son):
The Little King encounters the first member of his army:
a woodlouse engrossed in De Bello Gallico





"One morning, the Little King realised his three soldiers were broken. Luckily, the door was open, and he went out to the garden to get reinforcements...". He bumps into a series of bugs he goes enlisiting in his army. After handing out uniforms, practising a bit of marching -left, right, left right- and shouting 'long live the king!' three times-, it's time to look for an enemy to fight with. They see a couple of candidates the bugs are not very keen on (a toad who's in the middle of gobbling up a winged bug and a mole with a set of fangs most wolves would envy), before spotting the perfect enemy: a cow grazing in the meadow. But something very strange starts happening: 'the closer they got, the more the cow grew. Was it a trick? Perhaps a secret weapon?'. To counteract the cow's growth, the Little King gets the bugs eating grass to make them grow as well. And then they are ready for the attack. All goes well until the cow moos: 'Moooooooooooooo!', and they all flee for cover to a nearby hillock, but on the way they encounter a cowpat of the enemy and they conquer it in a swift move. After the speech of victory and three 'long live the kings', they return home singing infantry songs. 

Our favourite part: the growing cow.

These are some of our favourite images from El Pequeño Rey, General de Infantería:
The Little King's face becomes that of a little dictator as soon as the bugs start being 
difficult about choosing an enemy to fight against. Is he going to whack them? 
The cheating cow that keeps growing the nearer they get also has the most terrible Moo.


With the flag firmly stuck in the cowpat, in the end there are even decorations for the bugs. 

El Pequeño Rey, Director de Orquesta
The Little King, Orchestra Conductor

"One night, the Little King realised that he could not get to sleep". He tries to help himself with the rattle but soon realises he needs more musicians for his orchestra and "luckily, the door was open, so he went out to the garden...". He bumps into a series of bugs (a cricket -the soloist-, some cicadas -the string section- and some leafhoppers). With the orchestra put together and the rattle turned into a baton, they all cry "bravo, bravo" and music sheets are handed out, which the bugs gobble up at once while being warned they won't get any more if they don't rattle and shake loudly enough. The concert starts -'One-two-three-four! One-two-three-four!', there is another series of bravos and a parade, before the Little King realises his plan has worked a treat. He's sleepy and sends each of the bugs back to their hole. But the bugs are too much into the playing to hear their conductor's new instruction and continue to play non-stop. Clitter, clitter, clitter. Chirr, Chirr. Buzzzzzzzz. The Little King gets angrier and angrier, shouts at them, but they do not hear and play even louder. So he decides to make a run for it, hoping to lose them and spend the night on the nearby hillock. But the bugs keep up with their conductor. Just when the Little King has decided to use the baton to beat them quiet, lightning strikes and it starts thundering. They all hug each other, frightened to death... until the rain starts clapping. Clap clap clap. And all the bugs cry 'bravo! bravo!' and they all go back home to sleep.

Our favourite part: The Little King's desperate attempts to make the bugs stop. My son has mentioned more than once that this part reminds him of the story about the crickets in Arnold Lobel's Mouse Soup, where a mouse goes crazy trying to get through to a bunch of crickets that she wants them to stop playing. The crickets take her shouting as an indication of wanting more and wanting it louder.

These are some of our favourite images from El Pequeño Rey, Director de Orquesta: 
Getting the concert started. 


The Little King flees in despair. 

What was a baton for again? 


Clapping and more bravos!
El Pequeño Rey, Maestro Repostero
The Little King, Master Pastry Chef
Hartito de compota
'One afternoon, the Little King realised he was fed up with always having apple compote for tea'. He put on his chef's hat and 'luckily, the door was open, so he went out to the garden..." He bumps into several kitchen hands who will help him prepare his signature dish: Farcemeat à la Petit Roi. 

It's the first time the bugs cook, but the Little King's instructions are clear: stir the molasses while he goes to look for other ingredients. In the following pages, from toast to toast -cheers! cheers!- the bugs go from kitchen hands to ingredients (the longer ones become croquettes; the chubbier onces, meat balls), before finally becoming guests or diners (at first to the Little King's horror but immediately after to his glory as a chef). And they all toast again and go home for tea. And what's for tea? Well, apple compote of course. 

Our favourite part: The bugs changing roles. We like all the changes but the transformation from kitchen hands to ingredients is especially funny. My son has asked me to say that this is the only one of the three books where the cover image is not the first image in the book. He wants to know why (if anyone out there can answer).

Here are some of our favourite images from El Pequeño Rey, Maestro Repostero: 

The Little King reveals to his kitchen hands the name of the recipe they are going to make

The kitchen hands have excelled at the stirring



Beating the gready ingredients

So now you'll be the diners, yes?  

What we like about the Little King books

My son was about two and a half when we bought El Pequeño Rey, General de Infantería (two years have gone by already). From the very first reading, he was fascinated by this baby with a grandfather's face. Not any grandfather. His very own! (my father in law!). We don't know exactly how he took it, but my son would mentioned it every now and then when they'd come home and he even asked him to read it to him, which he thought was very very funny indeed. 

From the start, he also liked the words a lot. Weevils, woodlice and cockroaches, he'd repeat, practicing saying them out loud. 'GOR-GO-JOS' (weevils in Spanish) he'd say slowly. And of course, the cries of 'long live the king'. The three books are fantastic for reading out loud and can be read from very early ages. The dialogue, with the pleas, the cries, the bravos and the cheers!, the little songs, onomatopoeias, speeches, the exaltation and repetitions punctuate the reading out loud, capturing the attention of listeners and making it a lot of fun to read and listen to.

We love the circularity of the stories, starting and ending at the Little King's home, and reflected in the round frames a bit like peep holes, through which we are invited to spy on this old man-baby-Humpty Dumpty character, in the full glory of his private play, where he manipulates his environment as he wishes with no purpose other than having fun, entertaining himself and narrating (to) himself. 

I love the narrative of play of the Little King -that of small children- by which he builds, stretches, bends and knocks down reality as he wishes, in order to rebuild it again, with that freshness and flexibility to reinterpret direction as events unfold. But what I really love is the paralellism established between that narrative of play of children and the author's work in the process of literary creation. The Little King goes creating his story or narration on the go. He goes interpreting and reinterpreting in order to continue with his game and shares it with us the readers so that we can continue with the story. There is a feeling of joint creation of the story or at least of being allowed to see the creation of the game by the Little King, with each of his decisions being shared with the readers. But this creation of the game is both that of the Little King (the child at play) and that of Javier Sáez Castán (the author at play) and the parallelism between the two is magical.  

The Little King is an ode to serendipity as potentially supplied with and a supplier of sense, as a driving force both of play and creation.  

I love the idea of happy opportunity: "luckily the door was open", "seeing as the gate was open..." which Sáez Castán uses to invite us, literally, into the created world of the Little King. It is about being there and observing. About peeking in and feeling part of it. The book as a theatre stage, reinforced even further by an identical set and characters... The Little King invites you in. Come in, come in, come and see what we are performing today. But the performance is for myself, it is my imaginative play, almost my way of life, and I perform it for you, who can see my game (and the author's) and enjoy my creation and my playfulness. 

We love the three books separately, but we also love the three together and the relationships between them. I'm talking about me, but also about my son. 

A very graphic example of this happened just a few days ago. I've been trying to find enough time to write this post for some time now, so the three books have been out of their shelf for quite a while. So the other day I found my son with the three books open at the first page. He looked up and said "have you realised they all start the same?". "Yes", I said, "they are very similar". "In all of them", he said, "the Little King has a problem, but it's a different problem every time". I nodded and went to do something else, but he called me and insisted that I stay. He turned the page of the three books. You see, Mummy? In all of them he decides to go out of the door to find a solution to his problem. And in all of them he's lucky because the door is open. And in all of them he finds some bugs. And he continued to look at the three books, spotting similarities and differences, until he got to the end of the three. "They are the same, but different", he said, rather chuffed at his discovery. And it struck me that that is one of the fantastic things about El Pequeño Rey. The delightful and pleasurable fictional game is great fun in itself. But at the same time, it introduces readers to the elements of literary creation itself, making them an essential part of the enjoyment, also for the very young. The three books together bring the child reader face to face intuitively and directly with part of the strings and foundations of literary creation. In other words, it shows how incredibly fun and naughty creating can be.  


There are one thousand things to say about the Little King books. The illustrations are full of jokes and things to look out for. In The Little King, Orchestra Conductor the rattle becomes a baton and later becomes an umbrella. In The Little King, Master Pastry Chef the the brand of molasses they use is called Fat Boy, and the tin shows the face of a boy that goes changing all through the story, and a sack of flour with a ghost that disappears. Every time you open any of the books, there is something new you spot. 

My son identifies rather a lot with The Little King ("he likes playing with bugs and I like playing with my little animals and people") and he loves his angry fits and his solutions. Most of all, he finds it all very funny. 


For the first time on this blog, it will be my son who "reads" us the story from start to finish:  


Lastly, if I had to summarise why I like Javier Sáez Castán's work in general so much, and El Pequeño Rey in particular, I think I would choose the word contagious. It makes you want to look, play and create. You "catch" the need to have fun when you read them. That's what happens with an author has a ball of a time creating. It's catchy.

(c) of all the illustrations in this post, Javier Sáez Castán and Ekaré, 2009, 2010, 2013.
(c) of the text, Ellen Duthie. Copy it or reproduce it, but please be nice and cite your source (author and blog). 

Tuesday, 2 July 2013

Where the Wild Horses Are: "Hide your Eyes"

The Art of Maurice Sendak, by Selma G Lanes (Abradale Press/Harry N. Abrams, Inc. 1980) is great to look at and even better to read. Thoroughly entertaining and full of knowledge, detail and analysis, it is more than highly recommendable.

But this is not a review of the book. I just wanted to share one of the most fascinating things it contains. Every time I browse through the book and come across it it feels like discovering it for the first time. 


"The original fantasy for Where the Wild Things Are", Lanes tells us, "had been set down in November 1955, when Sendak completed a long, thin, horizontal dummy which he titled "Where the Wild Horses Are". (Click on each of the images to see them larger). 









Lanes also includes Sendak's first draft of a text for what would eventually become Where the Wild Things Are: 
Once a boy asked where the wild horses are.
Nobody could tell him.
So he asked himself where the wild horses are.
And he answered, they must be this way.
Luckily the way led through his own room.
He found signs pointing in the right direction.
Soon his room was the beginning of a forest. The rug on his floor was the grassy path into the forest. The boy followed the path into the very middle of the forest and then lost his way.
He entered a magic garden though the sign said do not enter, and looked round the tree though the sign said do not look. He thought this might be the place where the wild horses are.
Someone appeared and said stay with me, I am your mother. That cannot be, said the boy, you do not look like my mother, and besides my mother is home waiting for me.
With a growl the make-believe mother turned into a terrible wolf and chased the boy out of the magic garden, through the forest...
In a moment the boy grew to an old man and frightened the wolf away. I am now an old man, said the boy, and I have still not come to where the wild horses are. And besides, I am tired. 
Lanes quotes Sendak on how the horses became monsters: 
"I couldn't really draw horses. And I didn't, for the longest time, know what to use as a substitute. I tried lots of different animals in the title, but they just didn't sound right. Finally I lit on things. But what would "things" look like? I wanted my wild things to be frightening. But why? It was probably at this point that I remembered how I detested my Brooklyn relatives as a small child. They came almost every Sunday. My mother always cooked for them, and, as I saw it, they were eating up all our food. We had to wear good clothes for these aunts, uncles, and assorted cousins, and ugly plastic covers were put over furniture. About the relatives themselves, I remember how inept they were at making small talk with children. There you'd be, sitting on a kitchen chair, totally helpless, while they cooed over you and pinched your cheeks. Or they'd lean way over with their bad teeth and hairy noses, and say something threatening like "You're so cute I could eat you up." And I knew if my mother didn't hurry up with the cooking, they probably would. So, on one level at least, you could say the wild things are Jewish relatives." 
Witty anecdotes aside, this elongated, cinematographic dummy and this draft text are a fantastic insight into the creative process behind one of the most mesmerising picture books ever published.  

All images and quotes taken from:
The Art of Maurice Sendak, by Selma G. Lanes. Abradale Press/Harry N. Abrams, Inc. 1980. 

Wednesday, 26 June 2013

Cultural, literary and linguistic hodgepodge: the odd couple of bedtime or how the Ahlbergs meet Lorca

Each Peach Pear Plum
Janet and Allan Ahlberg
First published in 1978
While writing the next 'proper' long review for We Read it Like This about a wonderful, amusing and playful character who's a firm favourite of ours (Javier Sáez Castán's "little king" or "pequeño rey" -click here to take a look), I felt it was time to write a post I have been thinking of writing for ages but couldn't quite work out how to go about it. 

It's slightly difficult to classify as a post, but it is after all an important part of what this blog is about: keeping a record of how we read our favourite books. Our family is culturally, linguistically and literarily bilingual and therefore how we read the things we like is rather influenced and mediated by this fact. There is one book in particular we have been reading to our son practically since he was born (it was a present from his maternal grandparents). It is the classic Each Peach Pear Plum, by Janet and Allan Ahlberg (authors of the also fantastic The Jolly Postman and Peepo! among many other great hits). The book is  based on a very simple idea, the kind that is so difficult to execute convincingly and smoothly. In Each Peach Pear Plum the execution of the idea is so masterful that we are made to feel it was a piece of cake. It is a chained rhyme, an "I spy" game and a "Where's Wally?", all in one. Characters from traditional stories (Tom Thumb, Cinderella, the three bears, Robin Hood, the wicked witch) and from nursery rhymes (Baby Bunting, Mother Hubbard, Jack and Jill...) are peppered throughout the book, first hidden (where we are invited to play "I spy") and then unveiled on the following page.

Tom Thumb "hidden"
Tom Thumb in full view and Mother Hubbard hidden 

At the end they all come out of their hiding -Ta-daaah!- and sit down to enjoy the plum pie. Yum yum.  


Its gentle, rolling rhythm make it a perfect book to read from birth and also for non-native speakers of English. It is a great way of getting familiar with the rhythm and musicality of the English language, as well as getting to know the characters of many traditional nursery rhymes. The perfect excuse for going off and finding each of the nursery rhymes all the characters originally appear in.  

For us, reciting the text (it's very easy to learn by heart because the last words of each page are the first words of the following page) has become an essential part of our bedtime routine. When we have finished reading whatever stories or chapter book we are reading on any given night, it's lights off and Each Peach Pear Plum. The comforting familiarity of the rhyme guarantees a certain small boy will be asleep before the end of it. We have been following this ritual for at least three years and there's no indication that it's about to stop any time soon. 

But Each Peach Pear Plum rarely goes without its odd couple before it. Enter our peculiar and very natural cultural and linguistic hodgepodge: It turns out that also from when he was very young, I have sung my son a lullaby in Spanish, taken from Federico García Lorca's Blood Wedding and then adapted and sung hair-raisingly by Camarón, considered to be the best flamenco singer of all times. The lullaby is called Nana del caballo grande (Lullaby of the Big Horse) and I sing it a lot more quietly and with rather less duende than Camarón, I'm sure, but  I think I must have started singing it because it was the only lullaby I knew the lyrics for in Spanish. So that is how we got to our full routine. Lights off, Lullaby of the Big Horse followed without interruption by Each Peach Pear Plum. Three years of this odd couple at bedtime. Here's to making sure we never forget how strangely well they go together:


Here's a quick translation of the adapted version of Lorca's Lullaby of the Big Horse as sung by Camarón. The translation is meant to fit the song (more or less) rather than to be faithful to Lorca's version within Blood Wedding. Enjoy. 

Hush,my baby, hush now
Listen to the lullaby
The big horse came and would not drink  
The big horse came and would not drink.

The water was a deep dark black
Right under the branches.
When it came up to the bridge
The horse, it stopped and sang like this: 

Aaaaaay aaaaay aaaay aaay aaa

Who is to say, my baby,
What is in this water,
With its long, long, long, long tail
Along its green, green, green green hall?

Aaaaaay aaaaay aaaay aaay aaa

Sleep, carnation, sleep,
The horse is not willing to drink.

Sleep, my rose, sleep now,  
The horse is starting to weep.


(c) of all the illustrations in this post, Janet Ahlberg, 1978. 
(c) of the text and translation, Ellen Duthie. You may copy this or reproduce it, but please be nice and credit the author and site. 

Friday, 7 June 2013

'You Read it Like What?: And the winner is...

One month to record it. A great deal of interest. A lot of meaning to take part. But how many of you actually managed to get it recorded? And of those of you who did, how many managed to get it to us in time?

First, we take our hat off to all participants...



"Me quito el sombrero" (I take my hat off), by Diego Fournier

... and also to all those who tried but failed to make it. We'd like to remind the latter that we love receiving surprises even when he have no competition on, so please send us your recordings whenever you feel like it. We really enjoy you sharing your readings and ways of reading with us. 

Let's start at the start. In order of arrival, below are the entries for our You Read it Like What? competition. We are so chuffed with all the entries! There is not a single recording that doesn't show some aspect of the pleasure of shared read-alouds. Congratulations to you all!


Wombat Stew, read by Caroline to her almost 3 year old and almost 5 year old

Who: 
Caroline reading to her two children all the way from Australia.

What they read: 
Wombat Stew
By Marcia K.Vaughan, illustrated by Pamela Lofts.
First published in 1984.










Listen here:
What they said: 
Thank you for being the catalyst for getting me to start doing this.  Like blogging, it is a bit addictive.  I am keen to find the time to add some simple animation to these recordings.

I live in Australia with my partner and two wonderful, inspirational, cheeky and hilarious young children who are constant sources of joy and chaos. I am a unix systems admin who aspires to be a published children's picture book author/illustrator and artist. Reading has been a life long love and now it is becoming a shared love with my almost three and almost five year olds. I started a blog at www.robotdinosaurdiggers.blogspot.com.au last year to give me a place to put my art and point publishers at as part of my submission portfolio.  Since  inception I have been drawn into other peoples blogs for sources of recipes, how to's and inspiration for art projects to do with my children and my blog has morphed into one that reflects those interests more than anything else.

It was a very difficult choice to go with 'Wombat Stew' and one that I tried not to think too much about to avoid procrastinating beyond the deadline. We have so many books that we love to read together and many that are a treat to read aloud: 'Monkey and Me', 'The Bunyip of Berkeley's Creek', 'The Eleventh Hour', 'Superworm', 'Jungle Drums', 'Bim Bam Boom', 'Where's My Cow', 'The Highway Rat' and more.


What we like about it:  
We love having discovered a great story we had never heard of. It's funny how classics in one country can be virtually unheard of in the rest of the world.

We like all the chanting and the joining in. We love how the fun they are having reading it is contagious but never interrupts the flow of the story. Caroline is a fantastic reader and her children are wonderful  and evidently very at joining in. We love how they all prolong the word "stew" at the end of the little chanting. 

We particularly love how Caroline reacts to her children's questions. What's that? That's a creepy. And how she turns her answers and their questions into a little game (Crawly. Creepy. Crawly, Slug. Bug. Creepy. Crawly.) before resuming the story. 

We love Caroline's voices, her yawning, her rhythm and her intonation. Guaranteed to capture the attention of listeners of all ages. 

The recording conveys genuine joy in sharing a story together, with kids and mother participating, laughing and enjoying in equal measures.

We can't wait to see any accompanying animation if you get round to it. 

Thank you very much for taking part. Congratulations on such a great entry. We have thoroughly enjoyed it.


Owl Babies read by Imogen to her 2.5 year-old daughter, Inés

Who: 
Imogen reading to her 2.5 year-old daughter in Edinburgh (Scotland)

What they read: 
Owl Babies
Martin Waddell
Illustrated  by Patrick Benson
Walker Books, 1994

Listen to it here: 
Owl Babies



Why we liked it:
Very different from the previous choice of story, Owl Babies is a 'quiet story' with no chanting or rhyming. It does, however, contain lots of circularity and short repeatable phrases.

We love how Imogen integrates her daughter Inés' questions and remarks within the flow of the story, answering her and letting her breathe, but never losing sight of the story.

We like how Imogen asks Inés to do things the owls are doing: 'close your eyes', bringing her right into the story.

We like everything about it, but perhaps that's because Inés is my niece!

Well done Inés! I thought you did very well and asked some good questions, like asking who is who at the start. I agree it is difficult to tell them apart. Perhaps Bill is a bit smaller than his brother and sister, though?

Thank you for sending your recording in! We've really enjoyed listening to it.


Chicka Chicka Boom Boom read by The Shoolbreads



















Who: 
The Shoolbreads are a rather nice family from Glasgow (Scotland). Andrew is the father, Katie is the mother, Felix is their seven year old son and Ellis is their very almost four-year old daughter.

What they read: 
Chicka Chicka Boom Boom
Bill Martin Jr and John Archambault
Illustrated by Lois Ehlert

Listen to it here: 
Chicka Chicka Boom Boom 

What they said: 
Well, here's our little recording- Chicka Chicka Boom Boom by Bill Martin Jr and John Archambault- not a story book but a favourite in this house since Felix was wee. We really enjoy the rhythm of the whole thing- Felix and Ellis got a little bit shy recording so not quite as loud as usual... 

Why we liked it: 
We like the clapping arrangements! We like the musicality of it! We like the joining in! We like the sharing and the enjoying out loud! Thank you Felix and Ellis for recording this for us! We really enjoyed listening to you saying BOOM! BOOM!


Goldilocks "read" by Izzy O'Regan from Dublin
Who: 
Izzy O'Regan is a very nice four year old with a rather special mother called Henri, a just as special father called Conor, a fantastically special twin brother called Cathal and a lovely new baby sister called Helen.

What she read: 
Goldilocks and the Three Bears
Ladybird Tales
Retold by Vera Southgate

Watch it here: 
Goldilocks read by Izzy

Why we liked it: 
Izzy, you told the story in a very clear, articulate way, showing us the pictures every now and then so it was easier for us to follow. That's what we call good story-telling skills. 

We also like the way you are enunciating so clearly. That makes it VERY easy for us to follow. 

There's one thing you do that is also great for story-telling. Sometimes, you stop and ask a question. For example, you hold the book up and ask: 'Does she look nice?' That's really nice when you are reading a story because it makes your listeners feel like you are really talking to them.

We also like your intonation. That's very important when you are reading. They way you say: 'She didn't wonder, she didn't ask..." makes us pay more attention to the story. 

It's also nice the way you speak to your listeners to build up the excitement. 'But wait until you see Daddy when he comes home. He's very angry.' That makes us want to see Daddy Bear. 

 So, well done! We are very impressed with your reading of Goldilocks! We really really enjoyed watching you! 


Big Red Bath read by The Shoolbreads 

Who: 
The Shoolbreads are a rather nice family from Glasgow (Scotland). Andrew is the father, Katie is the mother, Felix is their eight year old son and Ellis is their very almost four-year old daughter. Yes! It's them again! Two entries!

What they read: 
Big Red Bath
Julia Jarman
Adrian Reynolds

Listen to it: 
Big Red Bath



Why we liked it:

We absolutely loved this one. It's also a very sing-songy story, like the first entry from the Shoolbreads and Felix and Ellis are really enjoying joining in. We love the laughing, the way they take it in turns, the silly voices. Is it Felix who does the great silly duck voice: "Hallo kids, can I come for a paddle?" We loved that!

It is so contagious it is impossible to not to smile or laugh when you listen to it.

We also enjoyed discovering this story, which we didn't know. So thank you!

We Read it Like This is all about enjoying reading and having fun sharing books. This certainly was exactly down our road!

Thank you very much for sharing this with us, lovely Shoolbreads. Congratulations on such a great entry!


Thursday, 18 April 2013

You Read it Like What?! Competition

(c) Maurice Sendak 1979
Reading is fun poster by Maurice Sendak, 1979 (International Year of the Child)

We Read it Like This presents....
You Read it Like What?! Competition

We Read it Like This was two years old last month and, to celebrate, we are holding a read-aloud recording competition with a prize of two books of your choice from those reviewed on this site (books out of print not included; see list at the bottom of this post).

Instructions: 

1. Choose one of your favourite picture books. 
2. Practise reading it out loud (if you need to). 
3. Record it either with video or sound only. 
4. Upload it onto a site like dropbox or soundcloud.
5. Share the link with us in a comment at the end of this post and...
6. Send an email to youreaditlikewhat@gmail.com telling us a bit about yourself or yourselves, a photo if you like, and why you chose that book in particular. Please include the link to the recording in the email too. 
7. Recordings should be in English or in Spanish (if in Spanish please visit We Read it Like This' sister blog, Lo Leemos Así and enter the competition through that site). 
8. The recording can either be:
  • of a parent or other carer reading to a child or several children or 
  • of a teacher reading to a child or several children 
  • of a child reading to another child or parent or in a classroom to their friends.
9. Excitement encouraged and interaction (ooh¡ aaaah!) more than welcome.
10. The deadline for receiving entries is May 31st, 2013. No entries received after this date shall be considered. 
11.  Worldwide entries accepted. The only restrictions apply to language: English or Spanish (through Lo leemos así) only. 
12. All ages welcome.  
13. The winner will get a glamourous post featuring their prize recording plus 2 books to choose from the following books reviewed on We Read it Like This: 
14. Prize books chosen by winner will be sent to the address provided by them by email following the notification of the winner. 
15. Good luck!
16. The decision regarding the winner will be necessarily subjective and final.