Lilly Library
Apr. 23rd, 2023 08:43 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
osprey_archerI am returned from the Lilly Library! The Lilly has an extensive rare book collection, including first editions of many of the Newbery Honor books (not quite all of them yet, but that's the goal), which of course was the siren song that summoned me there.
As I've never been to a rare book library before, I vaguely expected to be handed a stack and beetle off to my desk, but in fact they brought each book out on a sort of beanbag pillow, tamped down in the center so the book opened in a shallow V, with a weighted cord to use to hold the pages down, either to provide some rest for your hands or to protect the pages from the oils on your fingers? Not sure. Anyway it felt very fancy, and the Reading Room is beautiful, the walls all lined with books that people have requested, and above the bookshelf a mural of Great Thinkers of History (I don't think that's it's title, but it appeared to be the subject matter) and a high window with a relaxing view of the trees.
And I read three books!
John Bennett's The Pigtail of Ah Lee Ben Loo, which I'll write about in my post about the Newbery books of 1929.
Anne Parrish's The Story of Appleby Capple, an alphabet book, although such a long and complicated alphabet book that it would have to be read to any beginning reader! It's a nonsense adventure story: Appleby goes missing in the woods while looking for a Zebra butterfly for his great-uncle, and then everyone goes to look for him, and a bunch of zoo animals are loose... If you like absurdist children's literature it's a fine example of the genre, but the genre is not my cup of tea. The thing that touched me most was the dedication, to Anne's brother Dillwyn (co-author of her previous Newbery Honor book, also nonsense stories, The Dream Coach), who had been dead for years by the time this book was published... but it was a story they had begun together long ago as children.
And Christine Weston's Bhimsa, the Dancing Bear, which I quite enjoyed. This is a running-away-from-home adventure story, all the good parts of running away without any of the icky realism. When Gopala and his bear friend Bhimsa drop by David's garden, David jumps the fence, and the two boys set off across India to find Gopala's home. (Gopala and Bhimsa were washed away from their high mountain village when the river flooded.) One presumes from his name and situation that David is English, but this is not a book that is at all interested in wider social issues: it's all about adventure and friendship and that time when your doughty bear friend rescues you from an attacking tiger.
As I've never been to a rare book library before, I vaguely expected to be handed a stack and beetle off to my desk, but in fact they brought each book out on a sort of beanbag pillow, tamped down in the center so the book opened in a shallow V, with a weighted cord to use to hold the pages down, either to provide some rest for your hands or to protect the pages from the oils on your fingers? Not sure. Anyway it felt very fancy, and the Reading Room is beautiful, the walls all lined with books that people have requested, and above the bookshelf a mural of Great Thinkers of History (I don't think that's it's title, but it appeared to be the subject matter) and a high window with a relaxing view of the trees.
And I read three books!
John Bennett's The Pigtail of Ah Lee Ben Loo, which I'll write about in my post about the Newbery books of 1929.
Anne Parrish's The Story of Appleby Capple, an alphabet book, although such a long and complicated alphabet book that it would have to be read to any beginning reader! It's a nonsense adventure story: Appleby goes missing in the woods while looking for a Zebra butterfly for his great-uncle, and then everyone goes to look for him, and a bunch of zoo animals are loose... If you like absurdist children's literature it's a fine example of the genre, but the genre is not my cup of tea. The thing that touched me most was the dedication, to Anne's brother Dillwyn (co-author of her previous Newbery Honor book, also nonsense stories, The Dream Coach), who had been dead for years by the time this book was published... but it was a story they had begun together long ago as children.
And Christine Weston's Bhimsa, the Dancing Bear, which I quite enjoyed. This is a running-away-from-home adventure story, all the good parts of running away without any of the icky realism. When Gopala and his bear friend Bhimsa drop by David's garden, David jumps the fence, and the two boys set off across India to find Gopala's home. (Gopala and Bhimsa were washed away from their high mountain village when the river flooded.) One presumes from his name and situation that David is English, but this is not a book that is at all interested in wider social issues: it's all about adventure and friendship and that time when your doughty bear friend rescues you from an attacking tiger.
