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Another round of Newbery Honor books from the 1960s!

Julius Lester’s To Be a Slave is a grimly fascinating history of American slavery, drawn from oral histories compiled by antebellum anti-slavery societies (which published a slew of slave memoirs to rouse anti-slavery feeling) and by the WPA in the 1930s. I listened to the audiobook version, which I highly recommend: the three readers bring the voices to life, and they also sing many of the songs included in the text, which adds an extra layer to their meaning.

Many of the excerpts are extremely brief, just a sentence or two, but at the end of the day it is a children’s book, and there’s something to be said for brevity. I did note down one of the WPA histories, Lay My Burden Down: A Folk History of American Slavery, for further research.

Actually, the complete set of narratives are now available on Gutenberg - scroll down to the bottom of this Wikipedia article about the Slave Narrative Collection to find them - so if you really want to deep dive, it’s all available, and unlike Julius Lester in the 1960s, you don’t have to make a trip to the Library of Congress to do it.

In Jack Schaefer’s Old Ramon, Old Ramon is a shepherd with years of experience who is taking the patrón’s son along to spend a summer herding sheep. On the first night, the youngest sheepdog rests his head in the boy’s lap, leading Old Ramon to comment that the dog has chosen the boy as his special person… Three guesses what happens to this dog and the first two don’t count.

Spoilers )

On its own each particular Newbery animal death is distressing, but in the aggregate this has become funny in a ghastly sort of way.

However, Scott O’Dell’s The King’s Fifth bucks the trend: in this book, the dog lives! Not only that, he kills a man! A bad man, who has been training the formerly friendly gray dog Tigre to act as an attack dog, so we are all on board with Tigre’s crime.

This book begins as Esteban is in prison for withholding the titular king’s fifth of the gold that he and his conquistador companions found in the city of Cibola. As he awaits trial, he writes his memoirs about the events that led to this point, a simple but effective device to raise the tension. I actually rather enjoyed the book, which is not an experience I usually associate with Scott O’Dell.

There is a character named Zia, which confused me briefly: isn’t there a Scott O’Dell book called Zia? Is that the sequel to The King’s Fifth? But no. Apparently O’Dell just liked the name SO much that he named two completely different characters Zia.
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I am darting through the Newbery Honor books of the 1960s! It helps that many of them are quite short.

Mary Stolz’s Belling the Tiger, for instance, is a picture book (though a very wordy picture book), about two young mice who find themselves chosen to put a bell on the household cat. They acquire the collar, but through a series of misadventures, they end up on a boat, which takes them to a jungle… where they put the collar on a tiger’s tail! The tiger, pleased by his new adornment, helps the mice find their way back onto the ship home, where their adventures give them new courage to stand up to the autocratic mouse who put them in charge of belling the cat in the first place.

I particularly liked the element of satire in this book, as in this exchange when the mice attend a meeting near the beginning of the book:

”What’s a Steering Committee?” said Bob, one of the two smallest mice, to his brother, Ozzie, the other smallest mouse.

“It’s Portman and his friends deciding before the meeting starts what we’re going to decide in the meeting,” said Ozzie.

“Is that fair?” said Bob.

“It’s customary,” said Ozzie.

“I see,” said Bob.


Scott O’Dell’s The Black Pearl is also a svelte number, and feels in a certain sense like a children’s version of John Steinbeck’s The Pearl: both feature pearl-divers from La Paz who find a wonderful, lustrous pearl that ruins their lives. In Steinbeck’s novel, the pearl-diver is a father who loses his son; in The Black Pearl, it is the son who loses his father.

However, in The Pearl, the villain is human greed, while in The Black Pearl, the villain is… well, still human greed, but also human pride, human vanity, human “I’m giving this gift to the church supposedly out of piety but really to show off,” and also the Manta Diablo, a giant manta ray who hunts Ramon across the sea after Ramon steals the pearl from his cave.

Actually there’s a lot more going on here than there is in The Pearl, which I recall finding dull and formulaic. It’s like O’Dell riffed on the earlier book and came up with a much richer exploration of the theme, and also threw in a giant manta ray because WHY NOT. Let that be a lesson to us all to include giant manta rays when we can.
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I don’t know exactly when the Newbery Award fully embraced doom & gloom as an improving aesthetic for children’s literature, but by the 1970s the trend seems to have been firmly in place. See for instance James Lincoln Collier and Christopher Collier’s My Brother Sam Is Dead, a book that was on my childhood bookshelves which I never actually read because, well, look at that title. This is a very post-Vietnam “war is hell” book, and it is about as grueling as “war is hell” books usually are, although it was thoughtful of the authors to tell us who was going to die in the title instead of saving it for a fun surprise. (Although there are some fun surprise deaths, too.)

Sam starts the book by signing up to fight in the American Revolution, a messy affair that sets neighbor against neighbor, especially in the mostly Tory town from which Sam hails and in which his little brother, our narrator Tim, still lives. This is not the kind of book where anyone gets to die heroically in battle, so my money was on Sam dying of cholera or something of that ilk, but Spoilers! An upsetting death! )

Scott O’Dell’s Sing Down the Moon is also pretty miserable. Our heroine, the Navajo girl Bright Morning, gets kidnapped and sold into slavery. She heroically escapes, with the help of her fiance Tall Boy, who is maimed in the attempt, which permanently spoils his disposition! (My general impression is that men in Scott O’Dell novels are useless at best.) They arrive back in the Canyon de Chelly just in time for the U.S. Cavalry to round up the whole tribe and march them to Bosque Redondo, a hellhole with alkaline soil unsuited to growing anything. Bright Morning and Tall Boy (now married) escape back to the Canyon de Chelly to have their baby, and… that’s where the book ends.

In a way it feels wrong to complain about this ending at the very same time that I’m complaining that the Newbery books of the 1970s are such downers, but this seems like a falsely positive place to stop. The book ends with the heroine and her son petting a lamb in the Canyon de Chelly, when we all know the cavalry’s going to drag them back to Bosque Redondo at some point. If you’re going for tragedy then commit to your tragedy, Scott O’Dell! Go full Rosemary Sutcliff or go home.

After the general misery of Laurence Yep’s Dragon’s Gate I approached Dragonwings with caution… but actually this one bucks the miserable trend of the 1970s Newberys! Yes, there’s some misery, but overall the book is enjoyable. In the early years of the twentieth century, young Moon Shadow moves to San Francisco to be with his father (yes, there IS an earthquake sequence), who grows obsessed with building an airplane.

Spoilers )
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What I’ve Just Finished Reading

”But you mustn’t say what you wished,” said Mr. Grant. “You don’t get it if you do.”

“Don’t you?” said Mrs. Brandon. “What did
you wish?”

“I can’t tell you,” said Mr. Grant; and truly; for his incoherent and jumbled wish had been entirely a prayer to be allowed to die some violent and heroic death while saving Mrs. Brandon from something or somebody, to have her holding his chill hand, and perhaps letting her cheek rest for a moment against his as his gallant spirit fled, all with a kind of unspoken understanding that he should not be really hurt and should somehow go on living very comfortably in spite of being heroically dead.


Angela Thirkell’s The Brandons is a joy and a delight if you like 1930s British novels in the vein of D. E. Stevenson’s Miss Buncle’s Book or Stella Gibbons’ Nightingale Wood. It is perhaps less accessible than either of those two novels - I found myself stumbling repeatedly on who was who in the ever-growing cast of characters - but the passages about the exigencies of calf love, or the gruesome interest that people take in an impending death, are well-observed and very funny.

Two more books down in the Unread Book Club! I finished Scott O’Dell’s Sarah Bishop, which changes from a tale of historical fiction into a “surviving in the semi-wilderness” story like a darker “my whole family is dead” version of My Side of the Mountain. This is one of my favorite kinds of stories, so this caused a certain amount of seal-clapping. Yes, Sarah Bishop! You move into that cave and smoke fish for the winter and built your very own dugout canoe!

And also Natalie Kinsey-Warnock’s The Night the Bells Rang, which is, eh. Pretty mediocre. I kept thinking of other books that did the same thing better: Nekomah Creek for growing up & dealing with bullies, Miracles of Maple Hill for sugaring-off in Vermont (and if we take Vermont out of it, Little House in the Big Woods has an excellent sugaring-off too), Rascal for the end of World War I in small-town America.

What I’m Reading Now

Hannah Arendt’s The Origins of Totalitarianism, which is super dense. It’s so dense I’m not sure I’m going to read it, which is sad when I’ve had it on hold so long at the library, but it’s just exhausting.

I’ve also started Miriam Bat-Ami’s Two Suns in the Sky, which I won as an honorable mention prize from Cricket Magazine in my youth and did not read because I was cranky about only being an honorable mention.

What I Plan to Read Next

I have begun the happy business of contemplating what I ought to take along to read on my road trip! My musings have grown so long that I am going to make them a separate post.

In the meantime, I am also musing about what book I ought to read for my next bedtime story, as I have just about exhausted my stock of Miss Read books. I meant to move on to James Herriot, but upon reflection that’s really too similar, both cozy English countryside quasi-memoirs, and perhaps I ought to read something quite different as a palate cleanser first. But what?

I’ve been contemplating a reread of A Wrinkle in Time. Perhaps this is my chance.

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