Sunday, 24 February 2008

media mom never too old for childrens



Media Mom: Never too old for children's books (Chicago Tribune)

My Media Mom column in today's Chicago Tribune is a valentine to my

family and the books we have shared:

Never too old for children's books

By Nell Minow

Special to the Tribune

Published July 26, 2005

Charlie Bucket is still finding the golden ticket for a tour of Willie

Wonka's candy factory, 40 years after Roald Dahl's "Charlie and the

Chocolate Factory" was originally published. A new anniversary edition

of the book is out in time for the release of the second movie

version. It holds up very well, though the movie understandably

updates Mike Teevee's obsession from television shows to video games

and the Oompa Loompas are not African (as in the book) or purple (as

in the first movie), but computer-generated duplicates of one actor.

The book first came out just as I was proudly using my brand-new adult

library card and thinking of myself as much too old to check out books

from the children's room. But my younger sister's copy proved as

impossible to resist as a Wonka bar, and it taught me a lesson I have

been grateful for ever since -- that no one is ever too old for

children's books.

For the good ones, anyway. My friend Kristie Miller, a biographer and

historian, says revisiting the books she loved as a child is like

going to a high school re-union. Some old friends have grown along

with you and are more meaningful than ever, but others suddenly look

immature, superficial and sugary.

When I read "The Secret Garden" and "Little Women" aloud to my

children, I had the combined pleasure of remembering reading them

myself, sharing them with another generation and seeing a depth and

subtlety and structure I had never appreciated before.

As a child, when I loved a book, I went down the library shelves and

read everything else I could find by the author. "The Secret Garden"

led me to Frances Hodgson Burnett's "A Little Princess" (has there

ever been a sweeter moment of vindication than when Miss Minchin finds

out about the diamond mines?), and "Little Women" led me to its

sequels and also to Lousia May Alcott's "Eight Cousins," "Jack and

Jill" and "An Old-fashioned Girl."

Now that the statute of limitations on elementary school truancy has

expired, I can admit that the one time I ever pretended to be sick so

I could stay home from school was to finish reading "The Phantom

Tollbooth," by Norton Juster. Any judge would find me innocent by

reason of necessity, especially if, like me, he or she had read only

the first half and was dying to know whether Milo would find Rhyme and

Reason and solve the disputes between the kingdom of words and the

kingdom of numbers.

I find something new to love in Lewis Carroll's "Alice in Wonderland"

with every reading. "The Wonderful Wizard of Oz," by L. Frank Baum,

and several of the sequels, the "Little House" series by Laura Ingalls

Wilder and the "Shoes" series by Noel Streatfield, "A Wrinkle In Time"

by Madeleine L'Engle, all are every bit as wonderful as I remembered,

and then some. So are the books by E. Nesbit (especially "Five

Children and It") that delightfully combine practical-minded children

and magical adventures, and those she inspired by Edward Eager

(especially "Half Magic" and "Knight's Castle").

I read all of those to my children along with some childhood favorites

now forgotten, including "The Trouble with Jenny's Ear," by Oliver

Butterworth (a girl who can read minds goes on a quiz show to win

money to save a beloved playground), "Nobody's Boy," by Hector H.

Malot (a foundling sold to a traveling

performer has many adventures before finding his real family), and

"Beginner's

Luck," by Oriel Malet(three orphans run away from a mean guardian to

find a sweet-natured aunt and end up on stage).

Recommended by kids

And there were books my children brought to me -- the Redwall series

by Brian Jacques, Philip Pullman's series that starts with "The Golden

Compass," the books of Lloyd Alexander, especially "The Arkadians" and

"The Iron Ring," and of course J. K. Rowling's Harry Potter books, all

as endlessly inventive and as enthralling for me as they were to my

children.

On the other hand, I adored the "Anne of Green Gables" books by L.M.

Montgomery as a child but can't read through two pages now without

feeling my fillings ache from the undiluted syrup. "Heidi" by Johanna

Spyri and "Pollyanna" by Eleanor H. Porter are also too saintly to

appeal to me now. I'm glad to say that the film versions of all three

hold up much better.

Some of those older books I remembered with affection have more

serious problems than sugar shock. At a used book sale, I excitedly

grabbed a book my mother had read aloud to me, a favorite from her own

childhood called "A Dixie Doll," by Katherine Verdery. I had not seen

or even thought of the book in decades, but I immediately turned to a

page that, in our copy of the book, had been torn out. I remembered

very well how curious I had been to find out what was on it.

Apparently, someone had torn out that page because it included the

casual use of a racial epithet that is shocking nearly 100 years after

the story was written. It reminded me that when I went to New Trier in

the late 1960s, I brought one of my old Nancy Drew books to a little

girl I was tutoring but ended up putting it back in my bag when I

looked ahead as she was reading and saw an insensitively stereotyped

character.

The Nancy Drew books have all been updated and reissued -- the blue

roadster is long gone -- but the books are still just pluck and

puzzles and do not have a single memorable character, description or

line of dialogue.

Neither does the current best-selling Gossip Girl series which, even

worse, also manages to be simultaneously slack and vile. The

neurasthenic rich-girl characters have less depth than paper dolls.

All they do is get loaded, spend money, have sex and betray one

another.

The books are poorly written ("Nate had come over after a party with a

half-drunk

flask of brandy in his pocket and had lain down on her bed and

whispered, `I want you, Blair.'"), with more attention to the brand

names than the plot lines. But they are wildly popular.

Resisting trash

Teaching kids to resist the appeal of trash books is not a new

problem. Alcott's "Eight Cousins" has a wise mother tell her sons: "It

does seem to me that some one might write stories that should be

lively, natural and helpful tales in which the English should be good,

the morals pure, and the characters such as we can love in spite of

the faults that all may have. I can't bear to see such crowds of eager

little fellows at the libraries reading such trash; weak, when it is

not wicked, and totally unfit to feed the hungry minds that feast on

it for want of something better."

At least the relentlessly wholesome Heidi and Pollyanna meet that

standard.

Bridging the gaps

On this summer's vacation with my extended family, each of us was

asked to bring a book we loved and share it with the group. One night,

all eleven of us -- ranging in age from 13 to 79 -- sat down together

to describe our books and swap them around. The enthusiasm was so

infectious that my serious lawyer father who can't tell Mick Jagger

from Steven Tyler ended up reading my college senior son's selection

-- Frank Zappa's autobiography.

I loved my daughter's description of Natalie Babbitt's wonderful "The

Search for Delicious" so much, I am on the list to reread it as soon

as my sister is finished with it. My daughter borrowed her uncle's

copy of the new Jonathan Safran Foer book, "Extremely Loud and

Incredibly Close," and her uncle took my copy of Connie Willis' book,

"Bellwether."

I can't wait to begin my niece's "The Gammage Cup," by Carol Kendall,

which she read because it was her much older cousin's favorite

childhood book. She promises me it is completely engrossing.

- - -

Favorites from childhood

Media Mom's list of childhood favorites:

"Little Women," "Eight Cousins," "Jack and Jill," "An Old-fashioned

Girl,"

by Louisa May Alcott

"The Arkadians" and "The Iron Ring" by Lloyd Alexander

"The Wonderful Wizard of Oz," by L. Frank Baum

"The Secret Garden" and "A Little Princess" by Frances Hodgson Burnett

"The Trouble with Jenny's Ear" by Oliver Butterworth

"Alice in Wonderland" by Lewis Carroll

"Charlie and the Chocolate Factory" by Roald Dahl

"Half Magic" and "Knight's Castle" by Edgar Eager

"Redwall" series by Brian Jacques

"The Phantom Tollbooth" by Norton Juster

"A Wrinkle in Time" by Madeleine L'Engle

"Beginner's Luck" by Oriel Malet

"Nobody's Boy" by Hector H. Malot

"Anne of Green Gables" and others in the series by L.M. Montgomery

"Five Children and It" by E. Nesbit

"Pollyanna" by Eleanor H. Porter

"The Golden Compass" and others in the "His Dark Materials" series by

Philip

Pullman

"Heidi" by Johanna Spyri

"Shoes" series by Noel Streatfield

"A Dixie Doll" by Katherine Verdery

"Little House" series by Laura Ingalls Wilder

- - -

One family's book swap

These are the favorite books my family members, ranging in age from 13

to

79, recommended to one another on vacation this summer.

"The Search for Delicious" by Natalie Babbitt

"Wizard's Bane" by Rick Cook

"The Star Thrower" by Loren Eisley

"Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close" by Jonathan Safran Foer

"Act One: An Autobiography" by Moss Hart

"The Gammage Cup," by Carol Kendall

"A Gift From the Sea" by Anne Morrow Lindbergh

"Letters to a Young Poet" by Rainer Maria Rilke

"Fast Food Nation" by Eric Schlosser

"A Day in the Life of Ivan Denisovich" by Alexander Solzhenitsyn

"Mrs. Miniver" by Jan Struther

"Bellwether" by Connie Willis


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