Wild Things: The Joy of Reading Children's Literature as an Adult
In 1690, the dour New England Primer, thought to be the first American children's book, was published in Boston. Offering children gems of advice such as "Strive to learn" and "Be not a dunce," it was no fun at all. So how did we get from there to "Let the wild rumpus start"? And now that we're living in a golden age of children's literature, what can adults get out of reading Where the Wild Things Are and Goodnight Moon, or Charlotte's Web and Little House on the Prairie?



In Wild Things, Vanity Fair contributing editor Bruce Handy revisits the classics of every American childhood, from fairy tales to The Very Hungry Caterpillar, and explores the back stories of their creators, using context and biography to understand how some of the most insightful, creative, and witty authors and illustrators of their times created their often deeply personal masterpieces. Along the way, Handy learns what The Cat in the Hat says about anarchy and absentee parenting, which themes are shared by The Runaway Bunny and Portnoy's Complaint, and why Ramona Quimby is as true an American icon as Tom Sawyer or Jay Gatsby.
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Wild Things: The Joy of Reading Children's Literature as an Adult
In 1690, the dour New England Primer, thought to be the first American children's book, was published in Boston. Offering children gems of advice such as "Strive to learn" and "Be not a dunce," it was no fun at all. So how did we get from there to "Let the wild rumpus start"? And now that we're living in a golden age of children's literature, what can adults get out of reading Where the Wild Things Are and Goodnight Moon, or Charlotte's Web and Little House on the Prairie?



In Wild Things, Vanity Fair contributing editor Bruce Handy revisits the classics of every American childhood, from fairy tales to The Very Hungry Caterpillar, and explores the back stories of their creators, using context and biography to understand how some of the most insightful, creative, and witty authors and illustrators of their times created their often deeply personal masterpieces. Along the way, Handy learns what The Cat in the Hat says about anarchy and absentee parenting, which themes are shared by The Runaway Bunny and Portnoy's Complaint, and why Ramona Quimby is as true an American icon as Tom Sawyer or Jay Gatsby.
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Wild Things: The Joy of Reading Children's Literature as an Adult

by Bruce Handy

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Wild Things: The Joy of Reading Children's Literature as an Adult

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Overview

In 1690, the dour New England Primer, thought to be the first American children's book, was published in Boston. Offering children gems of advice such as "Strive to learn" and "Be not a dunce," it was no fun at all. So how did we get from there to "Let the wild rumpus start"? And now that we're living in a golden age of children's literature, what can adults get out of reading Where the Wild Things Are and Goodnight Moon, or Charlotte's Web and Little House on the Prairie?



In Wild Things, Vanity Fair contributing editor Bruce Handy revisits the classics of every American childhood, from fairy tales to The Very Hungry Caterpillar, and explores the back stories of their creators, using context and biography to understand how some of the most insightful, creative, and witty authors and illustrators of their times created their often deeply personal masterpieces. Along the way, Handy learns what The Cat in the Hat says about anarchy and absentee parenting, which themes are shared by The Runaway Bunny and Portnoy's Complaint, and why Ramona Quimby is as true an American icon as Tom Sawyer or Jay Gatsby.

Editorial Reviews

The New York Times - Jennifer Senior

Wild Things is relaxed, discursive and personal, a survey course centering on the writers to whom Handy especially responds. He analyzes their best works; provides cultural, historical and personal context; and salts his research with a grain or two of developmental psychology. The result is very pleasing to read…Handy quotes liberally from each book he admires, and he curates those passages beautifully, allowing readers both literary pleasure and a kind of time travel. His analyses are affectionate and often eccentric. He's got a magpie's eye for odd and shiny details.

Publishers Weekly - Audio

10/30/2017
Reading his book in a friendly and welcoming voice, Handy revisits classic children’s literature from his youth and considers the staying power of each as he reads them to his own children. He discusses classic picture books such as Good- night Moon and Where the Wild Things Are and series such as the Oz, Narnia, and Ramona Quimby books. In each chapter, he explores a specific book, its background, related titles, and what he considers the most poignant elements of the story. In narrating, Handy clearly communicates his enthusiasm for rereading the books; listeners can easily imagine him sitting next to his children’s bed reading to them. He has a consistent cadence like that of a professional narrator that keeps the prose moving along but is tinged with youthful exuberance, which proves essential as he narrates passages from the stories or discusses his children’s or his own initial reactions. It’s a convivial performance sure to please anyone with a fondness for classic children’s books. A Norton hardcover. (Aug.)

Publishers Weekly

04/17/2017
In an article about why he chose to write for children rather than adults, Theodore Geisel, aka Dr. Seuss, acknowledged the “low pay, low status” accorded his profession. As if to redress this state of affairs, Handy, a contributing editor at Vanity Fair, does his part here to give the iconic authors of children’s literature their due in his spirited, perceptive, and just outright funny account of reading childhood favorites through adult eyes. He takes readers from the first books of childhood—such as Margaret Wise Brown’s classic Goodnight Moon, Maurice Sendak’s surreal Where the Wild Things Are and In the Night Kitchen, and the dizzy, euphoric invention of Dr. Seuss’s works—to the chapter books of Beverly Cleary, Laura Ingalls Wilder, and E.B. White. He asserts that these works represent a shift from the dull realm of the Dick and Jane storybooks to more complex and idiosyncratic material. Biographical sketches of the authors complement thematic analyses of their works. Interestingly, most of the authors profiled here had no children of their own, but nonetheless had a great understanding of children’s feelings and viewpoints. Handy’s breezy, friendly style lends the book a bright feeling, as of old friends discussing old friends, and this book will surely leave its readers with a new appreciation for childhood favorites. Agent: Jennifer Joel, ICM Talent. (Aug.)

From the Publisher

A terrific rumpus of a journey into the world of illustrated and young reader classics . . . Wild Things makes a convincing case for reading children’s books as an adult.” The A.V. Club

“A charming, discursive encounter with classic children’s literature from the perspective of a parent . . . Mr. Handy writes with zip, sincerity, and good humor. . . For parents who are embarking on this phase of rediscovery, for those in the thick of it, and for those for whom it is a warm and recent memory, Wild Things will be a delightful excursion. . . . It is also engaging and full of genuine feeling, and I liked it very much.” —Meghan Cox Gurdon, The Wall Street Journal

“Consistently intelligent and funny . . . The book succeeds wonderfully. . . . The Handy children’s appearances are brief but disproportionately memorable. Just as almost all kids’ books, with their frequent appearances by talking animals, are part emotional masquerade, Wild Things, too, is in disguise. It reads as a companionable romp through all the stories you sometimes tire of reading to your own children. But like The Runaway Bunny, it’s really a gently obsessive tale, a man gathering up so many words and ideas as if to create a magical stay against his own children growing up.” —Rivka Galchen, The New York Times Book Review

“Nothing less than a Golden Ticket into the Whipple-Scrumptious world of children’s classics, where mystical and marvelous surprises await . . . Literary criticism through the prism of memoir, Wild Things is a read—a ride!—of pure pleasure.” Vanity Fair

Wild Things is relaxed, discursive, and personal. . . . The result is very pleasing to read. . . . Handy quotes liberally from each book he admires, and he curates those passages beautifully, allowing readers both literary pleasure and a kind of time travel. His analyses are affectionate and often eccentric. He’s got a magpie’s eye for odd and shiny details. . . . His foray into children’s literature allowed him more than a simple chance to re-encounter the favorite books of his youth. It allowed him the chance to hold close his children’s younger selves. ‘By one measure, I suppose,’ he writes, ‘you are holding in your hands a work of sublimated grief.’ How beautiful, and how painful, and how incontrovertibly true.” The New York Times

“A clear-eyed and often hilarious deep dive into some old standbys of children’s literature. Though it would be easy to fall into either rapture or diatribe, Handy treats his literary subjects like family members, with admiration and infuriation and love. He’s a perceptive and affable close reader.” USA Today

“Delightful . . . Ranging from Goodnight Moon to Charlotte’s Web, Handy cogently captures each book’s artistic and emotional qualities while deftly placing it in cultural and historical context.” Newsday

“Witty and engaging . . . Inspired by reading to his own kids, Handy’s brief but deeply satisfying survey of children’s literature marries curiosity, humor, and downright excitement. . . . Wild Things showcases the universality of children’s literature, the best of which inspires readers of all ages.” —Samantha Bronkar, The Christian Science Monitor

“Brilliant, revelatory, and endlessly entertaining. I’ve read these books a thousand times, but only now do I finally understand them.” —Lev Grossman, author of the Magicians trilogy

“From the moment I picked up Wild Things, I couldn’t put it down—I only wish the book were ten times longer. It was a joy to learn more about so many of my favorite masterpieces of children’s literature.” —Gretchen Rubin, author of The Happiness Project

“A wonderfully entertaining tour of a dozen gems from Goodnight Moon to Charlotte’s Web. Full of humor and insight, Wild Things in its evocation of our young reading lives is also as poignant as some of the masterpieces it celebrates. I loved it.” —Ann Packer, author of The Dive from Clausen’s Pier

“A spirited, perceptive, and just outright funny account of reading childhood favorites through adult eyes . . . Handy’s breezy, friendly style lends the book a bright feeling, as of old friends discussing old friends, and this book will surely leave its readers with a new appreciation for childhood favorites.” Publishers Weekly

“Highly engaging . . . The author demonstrates a deep love of children’s literature and a keen understanding of the ways in which reapproaching beloved texts can highlight the connections and differences between a child’s perception and adult reality. As well-researched as it is seamlessly composed, this book entertains as it educates.” Kirkus Reviews (starred review)

"Catnip to lovers of children’s literature and a cordial invitation to strangers to that world to discover what they’ve been missing.... one of the very best books of its sort in, well, ever. Encore! Encore!" —Booklist (starred review)

"Rollicking and razor sharp, consistently engaging, always on point, and packed with history, theory, and humor... Highly recommended for anyone who reads- or has read-children's literature." —Library Journal Book Review (starred review)

“In Wild Things, Bruce Handy offers a rousing and nostalgic romp through the classics of children’s literature from the latter half of the 20th century, from Goodnight Moon to Ramona to The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe. Clearly passionate about his topic, Handy dives into the context of the publication of these books with enthusiasm and verve...This is a compulsively readable and entertaining collection of essays that will take readers back, in the best sense, to books they may have nearly forgotten but will delight in remembering.” —Bookpage (starred review)

"Handy, a veteran cultural critic and a longtime lover of children's literature, presents an intelligent, thoughtful and often funny critique-cum-defense of kid lit in general and a few classics in particular... Like the books it champions, Handy's is surprising, wise, highly entertaining and thoroughly satisfying." —Shelf Awareness

Library Journal

★ 06/15/2017
Handy (contributing editor, Vanity Fair) writes in an adult voice that is sophisticated and charming and occasionally profane, yet he accesses his own childhood authentically and reacts to the stories through this youthful gaze. The listening pose of a child hearing a story is rapt and present and expecting to be delighted, and Handy drops naturally into this posture, expressing a joy and wonder that is authentically his and often not shared by the children at his side. When this happens he shrugs off their no-funness in precisely the way they might shrug off their nonplussed neighbor at the library's story time. This invites the adult reader to sit at his other side, in the same posture, and makes this book delightful to read—especially for parents who may be encountering critical theories of children's literature for the first time. Once the reader is so "seated," the criticism served up on books such as Eric Carle's The Very Hungry Caterpillar and Dr. Seuss's The Cat in the Hat is rollicking and razor sharp, consistently engaging, always on point, and packed with history, theory, and humor. VERDICT Highly recommended for anyone who reads—or has read—children's literature.—Jenny Brewer, Helen Hall Lib., League City, TX

OCTOBER 2017 - AudioFile

Listeners with even a passing interest in children’s literature will enjoy this audiobook. Bruce Handy, author and narrator, has a style that is conversational, erudite, and humorous. His audiobook features observations and background information on books by classic writers, including Beatrix Potter, Dr. Seuss, and E.B. White. When he’s quoting his subjects, he captures the personalities of the featured authors. Among others, he creates a cantankerous Maurice Sendak, an imperious C.S. Lewis, and a matter-of-fact Beverly Cleary. There is no malice in tone, however. The effect is for entertainment, and entertaining it is! Listening to WILD THINGS is akin to enjoying thoughtful, witty repartee at a publisher’s cocktail party. L.T. Winner of AudioFile Earphones Award © AudioFile 2017, Portland, Maine

Kirkus Reviews

★ 2017-05-01
A Vanity Fair contributing editor encourages adult readers to tumble back down the rabbit hole of childhood and rediscover their favorite books.In his first book, veteran cultural critic Handy, a former writer and editor at both Time and Spy magazines, astutely discusses the central truth about rereading children's books, which is that the experience is equal parts nostalgia and revelation. Focusing on books for pre-young adult ages, he observes that adult rereaders of beloved childhood texts cannot engage with the work without acknowledging the mature perspective that adulthood confers; thus, they will rediscover the works from a new vantage point. A book like this is difficult to write and can be even more difficult to find an audience for. To succeed, the tone must be informative but not pedantic, and Handy nails it, displaying a highly engaging prose style that showcases an impressive ebb and flow of sentence structure and delicate mix of information and entertainment. The author expertly employs his experience as an editor and writer, mingling personal anecdotes with literary history and social commentary while discussing the enduring popularity of Margaret Wise Brown's Goodnight Moon or pondering what message Shel Silverstein's somewhat masochistic The Giving Tree is supposed to teach its young audience. Handy's candor is one of the book's most refreshing features, and he invites readers to puzzle through their own complicated thoughts about favorite novels right alongside him. Writing about everything from The Chronicles of Narnia to Where the Wild Things Are to The Tale of Peter Rabbit, the author demonstrates a deep love of children's literature and a keen understanding of the ways in which reapproaching beloved texts can highlight the connections and differences between a child's perception and adult reality. As well-researched as it is seamlessly composed, this book entertains as it educates.

Product Details

BN ID: 2940171360542
Publisher: HighBridge Company
Publication date: 08/15/2017
Edition description: Unabridged

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Wild Things

The New England Primer, thought to be the first American children’s book, was published in Boston circa 1690. Through numerous editions it remained popular into the nineteenth century, though I can’t imagine that any actual child, no matter how pious or masochistic or dull-witted, read it with much relish. Here, for instance, is one of the lessons from a 1777 edition (you will have to imagine the grim little woodcuts that accompanied it):

Love God.

Use no ill words.

Fear God.

Tell no Lies.

Serve God.

Hate Lies.

The Primer offered secular commandments as well:

Cheat not in your play.

Strive to learn.

Play not with bad boys.

Be not a Dunce.

If any children are reading this, that is actually not bad advice, to be not a dunce. Nevertheless, I quote it both to make easy sport of the past and to underline the fact that, while the painting, music, drama, and political philosophies of the eighteenth century have much to recommend them, no one would say that children’s literature was one of the era’s glories. Or, to put it another way: anglophone readers living in the twenty-first century should be very grateful for Dr. Seuss.

And for Beverly Cleary.

And for Margaret Wise Brown, Louisa May Alcott, Mark Twain, Beatrix Potter, L. Frank Baum, A. A. Milne, Laura Ingalls Wilder, C. S. Lewis, E. B. White, Maurice Sendak, Ezra Jack Keats, Russell Hoban, Eric Carle, Judy Blume, Mildred D. Taylor, Kevin Henkes, and Ian Falconer.

It should go without saying that the best children’s literature is every bit as rich and rewarding in its concerns, as honest and stylish in execution, as the best adult literature—and also as complicated, stubborn, conflicted, and mysterious. Like any worthwhile art, great children’s books are capable of speaking in many different ways to many different readers. You and I might each take something very different away from Goodnight Moon or The Wonderful Wizard of Oz, just as we might from Invisible Man or La Dolce Vita. And what we take away may well surprise or upset us. As the novelist and critic Alison Lurie writes in Don’t Tell the Grown-Ups: The Subversive Power of Children’s Literature, the most perceptive kids’ authors “have had the ability to look at the world from below and note its less respectable aspects, just as little children playing on the floor can see the chewing gum stuck to the underside of polished mahogany tables and the hems of silk dresses held up with safety pins.” Raise the perspective a few feet, to see the soup stains on ties and the sour expressions on faces that think they aren’t being watched, and you have a pretty good description of what the better adult novelists do as well.

Lurie is one of a number of astute and lively writers on children’s literature who have emerged in recent decades. Two more favorites of mine are Leonard S. Marcus, the critic, biographer, and historian; and the late Maurice Sendak, who was not only the creator of what will surely be some of the most enduring picture books of the twentieth and twenty-first centuries, but also a knowing, entertaining, and always generous critic. (It is almost unfair how good a critic Sendak was, though it is nice to have him in your pocket as a rejoinder whenever anyone insists that only people who can’t make art bother with criticism.) The New Yorker has a long history of taking kids’ books seriously and in recent years has published terrific essays on the subject by Joan Acocella, Adam Gopnik, Louis Menand, and John Updike. You will see their names cited throughout this book, and I am grateful to them for their insights and inspiration. I am equally indebted to the biographers listed at the back of this book; happily, someone has written at least one good life of nearly every major nonliving figure in children’s literature. I hope an ambitious author gets cracking soon on Sendak.

But just as children’s books are cordoned off in cozy kiddie sections at libraries and bookstores, and in isolated (though profitable) imprints in publishing houses, so too when it comes to criticism. It’s a shame, for instance, that The Horn Book Magazine, which has been covering children’s literature since 1924, isn’t more widely read; it’s full of smart, graceful writing. Elsewhere, however, kids’ books are often written about in one of two limiting ways: either tightly swaddled in academicese, with all the spirit sweated out of them—“Seuss’s books share with many others of the 1950s and 1960s an argument for the aesthetic life amid the everyday,” sigh—or reviewed in strictly utilitarian terms as if books were cars or blenders being tested by Consumer Reports: Is this the sort of story that will engage a child? Does it lend itself to reading aloud? Can I give it as a gift without fear of embarrassment? Will it get the kids to go to sleep before the Game Six tip-off?

Not that those aren’t legitimate questions. Here is another: Why haven’t picture books earned the same pop culture cachet that comics and graphic novels have? Picture books are like poetry to comics’ prose, a form every bit as sophisticated if not more so, and no less worthy of adults’ attention and enjoyment. In a fairer world, Ferdinand the bull, Olivia the pig and Sam-I-Am the whatever-he-is, would be mentioned right alongside Krazy Kat, Superman, Popeye, Charlie Brown, and Lucy when discussing archetypal American characters. They might even deserve a seat at the table with Huck and Gatsby.

But this book is not an argument—or maybe it is, but only implicitly. One thing I hope to convey is the sheer pleasure of reading children’s books, not just to whatever children you have on hand but also for your own enjoyment and enlightenment. As Ursula K. Le Guin has written, “Revisiting a book loved in childhood may be principally an act of nostalgia; I knew a woman who read The Wizard of Oz every few years because it ‘made her remember being a child.’ But returning after a decade or two or three to The Snow Queen or Kim, you may well discover a book far less simple and unambiguous than the one you remembered. That shift and deepening of meaning can be a revelation both about the book and yourself.”

I can second that. One of the unexpected joys of parenthood, for me, was reencountering books from my childhood that I had loved and that, much to my relief, I found I still loved. Reading bedtime stories to my kids (daughter Zoë, son Isaac; two years apart) was—not always, but often—like revisiting a favorite old neighborhood after many years and finding not only that it hadn’t been chain-stored into submission or paved over altogether, but that it was far more interesting and complex than I knew. I had vivid childhood memories of Dr. Seuss, like every American born in the past sixty years, but I was surprised by just how aggressive some of his stories are—to the point that many Seuss characters seem to be sublimating anger or frustration in a way that might strike a parent as very, even too familiar. (We all have those feelings . . . no?) I had vivid memories of Beverly Cleary’s suburban comedies, too, but was struck and moved, as I read the books to my kids more or less sequentially, by the deepening emotional richness of her novels; you could sense her growing as an artist on the page, especially as her focus moves from Henry Huggins and his dog, Ribsy, to the sisters Beezus and Ramona. Her masterpiece, Ramona the Pest, a psychologically acute study of a girl struggling against social conventions (in her case, kindergarten’s), is like Henry James with much shorter sentences. I’m sort of joking, but I’m sort of not, and a few years after I first had this epiphany I discovered that Beatrix Potter had also garnered comparisons to James, and from no less an authority than Graham Greene, so if you find the reference a bit much, blame him too.

Some reunions disappointed. I had loved Curious George and its sequels as a kid but, thirty years on, I discovered the books carried with them a stale, colonial aroma. I also wearied of the series’ random, and-then-this-happened narratives, which reminded me of the long, rambling, frankly boring stories that young children themselves tell. (In my experience, kids’ drawings and paintings tend to be far more engaging than kids’ narratives.) A few years post–Curious George, my children and I took up Madeleine L’Engle. I remembered A Wrinkle in Time as gripping, mind-expanding, and spooky, and it was still all that, though it also proved preachy and on close inspection harbored within its interplanetary adventure a now dated Cold War fable about collectivism—Ayn Rand for kids. That I could forgive, or even find interesting in an archaeological way; a less forgivable problem is that the novel ends abruptly and unsatisfyingly.

Oh well. Taste is always a mystery, and never more so than with children. At one point when my kids were very young and particularly unfathomable, they couldn’t get enough of a series of books based on the Disney Winnie-the-Pooh movies. These were clumsily written, banal little stories about being nice to your friends, taking care of the environment, celebrating differences—the twenty-first-century, middle-class American version of Serve God / Hate lies.1 The illustrations, ham-handed takeoffs on Disney’s already watered-down versions of E. H. Shepard’s original illustrations, were hopeless; and is there any cultural artifact more dispiriting than a shoddy children’s book? Less stories than licensing deals, these were a cheap corporate product in the guise of something nourishing. Eventually I got fed up with reading them over and over and decided to force the kids to listen to the original A. A. Milne books, which I found charming and droll and they, shrugging off the whimsy and irony, found only “OK” (their go-to adjective in those days when damning with faint praise).

But then, in the final chapter of The House at Pooh Corner, came this curveball:

Christopher Robin was going away. Nobody knew why he was going; nobody knew where he was going; indeed, nobody knew why he knew that Christopher Robin was going away. But somehow or other everyone in the Forest felt that it was happening at last.

Milne never explains precisely what is going on here, but I take it to mean that Christopher Robin is being shipped off to boarding school, or maybe some heartless parent or governess has told him that he is getting too grown up to be talking to stuffed animals. Whatever the reason for his leaving, the crux of the story is that Christopher Robin has to break the bad news to Pooh. They go off for a walk together in the Hundred Acre Wood, discussing the special joys of doing “Nothing.” They keep walking and talking about this and that, and you start to get the feeling that Christopher Robin is stalling for time, putting off the painful inevitable. Finally, from out of nowhere, he blurts:

“I’m not going to do Nothing anymore.”

“Never again?” [asks Pooh.]

“Well not so much. They don’t let you.”

Pooh, the bear of little brain, doesn’t quite understand that, well, Christopher Robin is breaking up with him; he has only an inchoate sense that his world is changing and not for the better. And poor Christopher Robin, like so many males in this position, can’t quite get the words out, stammering like a Hugh Grant character. It’s a wrenching scene, in its way; Pooh’s uncomprehending innocence makes it feel nearly cruel:

“Pooh,” said Christopher Robin earnestly, “if I—if I’m not quite—” he stopped and tried again—“Pooh, whatever happens, you will understand, won’t you?”

“Understand what?”

“Oh nothing.” He laughed and jumped to his feet. “Come on!”

“Where?” said Pooh.

“Anywhere,” said Christopher Robin.

As I read this aloud, I couldn’t help weeping. It’s a story, of course, about leaving childhood behind, which for poor baffled Pooh, the one being left—the one who really exists only in Christopher Robin’s imagination—is a kind of death. I naturally thought about my own kids growing up, which for a parent is another kind of death, or, more to the point, an intimation of one’s own. Isn’t it ourselves we’re really mourning when we say, Oh my God, they grow up so fast? (My wife counters with a vehement “No.”)

All this was swirling through my head as I read, tears spilling down my face, and my heartless kids couldn’t have cared less. They were just glad the book, which they had endured to humor me, was almost over. I tried to explain what was going on between Pooh and Christopher Robin, and why that moved me, but they already understood it fine, they just didn’t find it particularly sad; I guess they were used to abandoning toys and getting on with the next phase in life.2 But forget them. I had been moved and provoked when I might have least expected it: reading The House at Pooh Corner.

• • •

I can’t honestly recall if I read or was read Milne as a kid. The books I do remember reading, even the ones that I have cited as childhood favorites over the years, I don’t think I gave much thought to before reencountering them as a parent and then embarking on this project. Many of us say we loved Green Eggs and Ham or The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe or Charlotte’s Web when we were young, but that’s often where the conversation ends, in a hazy, nostalgic glow—a seminal reading experience reduced to a yearbook page. I hope this book will shed light on why we loved the books we loved, and on the social and personal contexts that produced them in the first place; what they meant to their authors and illustrators; and why, too, they sometimes fall short or even veer off into the ditch. You don’t have to be an easy mark to appreciate these works; in fact, a hard, skeptical eye is better. The journalist and critic Ron Rosenbaum, whom I’ve long admired, used to have a column in the New York Observer called “The Edgy Enthusiast”; that is a rubric I hope to channel here.

Roughly speaking, this book is organized chronologically, by the ages of intended readerships, beginning with picture books for the youngest children and moving on through chapter books and then to novels that just kiss the border of young adult fiction, maybe crossing over once or twice.3 I’ve tried to weave in a parallel narrative showing the way the best authors and illustrators not only address the needs of different age groups but also challenge them, broadening worlds and stretching imaginations. I’d like to think there’s an implicit coming-of-age story here—literally by the book.

Start with Goodnight Moon, which has probably put more toddlers to sleep than any other book in history; it also prods them to begin making sense of the world beyond their own noses, finding gentle drama in just looking around—and listening. (Goodnight noises everywhere). Stories that take love as their subject, such as The Runaway Bunny and The Giving Tree, reflect children’s growing understanding of the complex bond between parent and child. Fairy tales, frightening yet soothing, help older children cope with their sometimes conflicting or unacknowledged emotions, while animal stories often turn the lens in the opposite direction, outward, offering insight into the ways of both the natural and human worlds. Dr. Seuss has taught several generations of children how to read while cheerleading for the anarchic power of imagination (especially his own); one moral of his oeuvre: discipline is not the enemy of creativity. Beverly Cleary’s comedies of manners speak to the growing complexities of kids’ roles as members of families and neighborhoods—as social creatures. L. Frank Baum used fantasy to create a kind of alternative American myth. C. S. Lewis did the same, and more explicitly, for Christianity. Louisa May Alcott and Laura Ingalls Wilder delineate the more personal passage from girlhood to womanhood; they show children how growing up is done, but from the inside, as story, not prescription. And finally there is E. B. White, who, in Charlotte’s Web, crafted a masterly novel of ideas about what it means to lead a good life and how then to face death with grace.

So cradle to grave, as they say. One disclaimer: this is not intended to be a comprehensive history or survey or guide. It couldn’t be; the ocean of children’s books, even if you’re trying to chart only its friendliest waters, is way too vast, too deep, too fluid, at least for me. One of the more humbling aspects of writing this book was that nearly all those I told about it asked if I would be including some childhood favorite of theirs I’d never heard of. I regret I didn’t have room for those books and series, or for many of my own childhood favorites and more recent enthusiasms. Even the following list of authors and illustrators that I wished I’d had time and space to include—beyond passing mention, if that—is incomplete, but I offer it as a mea culpa: Hans Christian Andersen, Ludwig Bemelmans, Quentin Blake, Sandra Boynton, Andrew Clements, Christopher Paul Curtis, Roald Dahl, Ingri and Edgar Parin d’Aulaire, Edward Eager, P. D. Eastman, Kenneth Grahame, Daniel Handler, S. E. Hinton, Maira Kalman, Jon Klassen, Hilary Knight, Suzy Lee, Grace Lin, Betty Bao Lord4, Robert McCloskey, Christopher Myers, Kadir Nelson, E. Nesbit, Katherine Paterson, Dav Pilkey, Dan Santat, Richard Scarry, William Steig, John Steptoe, J. R. R. Tolkien, P. L. Travers, Chris Van Allsburg, Mo Willems, Jacqueline Woodson. As of this writing, in early 2017, my newest favorite picture book (and current default baby gift) is They All Saw a Cat by Brendan Wenzel, published in 2016; it is his first work as both writer and illustrator, and I can’t wait to see what he does next.

A special nod to J. K. Rowling, who created a true monument of contemporary children’s literature, one I feel privileged to have experienced in “real time” alongside my kids—the closest thing they and I will come to experiencing what it must have been like to await a new Beatles album or the next installment of David Copperfield. But the Harry Potter epic has been so widely appreciated and so thoroughly analyzed I feel I have nothing to add to the conversation, except a piece of advice: if you are planning to read the series aloud to someone, and unless you are a professional actor, do not attempt “voices.” You will soon be in over your head, and the whole thing, though spectacular, goes on forever.

1 Again, if any actual children are reading this: being nice to friends, taking care of the environment, and celebrating differences are all good things, but they are not very often the basis for interesting stories.

2 Not that children can’t be hugely sentimental about their own childhood. Several years after The House at Pooh Corner my kids, now young teenagers, bawled their eyes out when Andy gives away Woody, Buzz, and Jessie in Toy Story 3.

3 YA, as it’s known to the trade, is a world unto itself, and its appeal to adult readers has been well documented, so I leave it to others to grapple with.

4 Lord mostly writes for adults, but her children’s novel, In the Year of the Boar and Jackie Robinson (2008), is a wonderful middle-grade story about a young Chinese immigrant growing up in Brooklyn who finds her way into American culture with the help of baseball.

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