The street is soooo quiet after this morning’s big snowfall. A smooth draped blanket has softened all the hard edges. Watching my son Mika is his red snowsuit took me back to The Snowy Day by Ezra Jack Keats.
We’ve put off all the plans we made for the day so we can have our own adventures in the deep snow.
Happy New Year! Here is a sampling of osechi ryouri — traditional Japanese new year food. (If you look at the picture closely you’ll notice that everything is actually crafted with paper.)
Our family will be ushering in 2011 with long noodles and mochi (rice cakes).
Spork is on Elizabeth Bird’s list of 100 Magnificent Children’s Books of 2010.
Charles Schultz. Oh, how I worshipped him as a young girl. I devoured Peanuts comics. Those kids were my people: their melancholy humour, the existential questioning, their unexplained autonomy from adults. I spent many summers in Japan and there happened to be a big Snoopy craze one year and I couldn’t have been happier. Snoopy bubblegum and Woodstock shoes? Who knew? My family and I watched A Charlie Brown Christmas last night and it all came rushing back.
We all have different favorites.
I love Linus (his adenoidal wisdom, his multipurpose blanket).
Yoshi loves Schroeder and Violet.
Mika loves Snoopy.
Dave loves Charlie Brown and Pig Pen…
My husband, David Wall, was commissioned this week to write a Jewish Christmas song for The Globe and Mail. The backstory is that many of the most cherished Christmas songs were written by Jews—i.e. Mel Torme, Burl Ives, etc.
You can read the full article and hear the song here:
http://www.theglobeandmail.com/news/arts/music/schmeck-the-halls-how-jewish-songwriters-created-christmas/article1842448/
Poetrees by Douglas Florian
(For tree lovers. Check out the “Glossatree” at the end. I’m a big fan of Florian’s paintings, which sit beautifully between the abstract and the literal.)
Doggy Slippers by Jorge Lujan and Isol
(For animal lovers. Mexican poet Lujan asked children to share their thoughts about their beloved pets and he turned their words into poems. Isol is one of my favorite contemporary illustrators. I love the way everything looks slightly misregistered on the page—as if your 3D glasses fell off.)
A Poke in the I: A Collection of Concrete Poems by Paul B. Janeczko and Chris Raschka
(For type lovers. What is a concrete poem? This book offers a few playful examples. We are HUGE fans of Chris Raschka’s work around here—especially Yo! Yes! and his collaborations with Bell Hooks.)
Where the Sidewalk Ends by Shel Silverstein
(This book is completely nostalgic for me. I still have the copy my father gave me on my 7th birthday. The drawings still make me laugh and squirm. Silverstein was never one to shy away from the big topics. Loneliness, fear, jealousy, death: it’s all here.)
A few old favorites.
The Shrinking of Treehorn by Florence Parry Heide and Edward Gorey
(Listen to your children!)
Mud Pies and Other Recipes by Marjorie Winslow
(Nature is the best kitchen.)
The Carrot Seed by Ruth Krauss and Crokett Johnson
(Don’t listen to your parents!)
In other news: DRAWN has named Spork “one of the most beautiful books of the year.”
Isabelle (the illustrator of Spork) has this to say on her blog: “It is a huge honour for me to see Spork on Drawn’s list of Favorite books of 2010! The Drawn Blog is a well known daily source of inspiration for illustration, animation, cartooning, and comic art.”
For more by Isabelle, see:
http://www.isabellearsenault.com/blog/
As the lavish colour of autumn gives way to the muter tones of winter, I though I’d post two happy garden pictures. The first one, by Paul Klee, is titled “Tunisian Gardens” (1919). The second one is by Friedensreich Hundertwasser and is titled “Green for Those Who Cry” (1974). I love Klee and Hundertwasser for their musicality and playful use of line. They are often referred to as ‘childlike’ in their approach. I suppose this could be seen as a compliment or insult, depending on your attitude. I personally like to think of something fantasy writer Zenna Henderson once said: “It takes a very childlike (as opposed to childish) person to keep wonder and illusion alive in a lifetime of teaching.” (I’m paraphrasing.)
For Hundertwasser, lyricism and spontaneity are tied to an entire worldview. As he observed: “Today we live in a chaos of straight lines, in a jungle of straight lines. If you do not believe this, take the trouble to count the straight lines which surround you. Then you will understand, for you will never finish counting.”
If you’re ever in Vienna, try to make time to see his amazing architecture and you’ll see his philosophy in practice. (No straight lines!) He reminds me of Antoni Gaudi post-Holiday punch.
I first came to know of Paula Fox through her adult fiction—primarily her incredible novel, Desperate Characters. So it was a surprise and pleasure to learn about her children’s books, which have won all sorts of awards, including the Hans Christian Andersen Medal, the Newbery Medal, and an American Book Award.
Fox had a complicated and unsettled childhood, which is the subject of a fairly recent memoir and arguably an impetus for much of her writing. Here is an excerpt from a Guardian interview, in which she touches on her attraction to difficult subjects and her focus on children who find themselves outsiders: “I think what my growing up gave me was that I didn’t just swim like a goldfish, unaware of anything—water, my environment—I had leapt out of the bowl, so I could see in a certain way…I think I write mostly about children who, like me, are out of the bowl.”