tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-83478228807118595952024-03-05T04:26:52.799-08:00Glass SalamanderA blog by Ann Downer, author of fantasies and other books for ages eight to infinity. Good reads wanted, readers welcome.Ann Downer-Hazellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06719787408538750010noreply@blogger.comBlogger83125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8347822880711859595.post-82564341824995614242010-06-09T07:16:00.000-07:002010-06-09T07:16:32.651-07:00The Collision of Animal and Machine<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkH1wyAzboGT4ygS_YoO3Qy1Xc0LqIBi1Df2s07qNm1dnqjICpW1A1bLpCa0PtyUkumWs5gWUDR7v0icxKQZNJcxzeRg4QCZv81bA0EgN9ZUeR_vQ2DS-eVDshas4JITDz3R8uW40pLBk/s1600/leviathan_Westerfeld_Thompson.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkH1wyAzboGT4ygS_YoO3Qy1Xc0LqIBi1Df2s07qNm1dnqjICpW1A1bLpCa0PtyUkumWs5gWUDR7v0icxKQZNJcxzeRg4QCZv81bA0EgN9ZUeR_vQ2DS-eVDshas4JITDz3R8uW40pLBk/s320/leviathan_Westerfeld_Thompson.jpg" /></a></div>My son and I just finished listening to the audiobook of Scott Westerfeld's re-imagining of the outbreak of World War I, <a href="http://scottwesterfeld.com/blog/books/leviathan/"><i>Leviathan</i></a>. It's an alternate history steampunk version of the events in which the Germans are Clunkers, fielding Star-Wars-esque robotic striders and walkers, and the English and their allies are Darwinists, with militarized "fabs"--genetically fabricated animals--including small living airships called Huxleys and the bigger one of the title, Leviathan. Here's the capsule plot summary from Westerfeld's comprehensive website:<br />
<blockquote>Prince Aleksander, would-be heir to the Austro-Hungarian throne, is on the run. His own people have turned on him. His title is worthless. All he has is a battletorn war machine and a loyal crew of men. </blockquote><blockquote>Deryn Sharp is a commoner, disguised as a boy in the British Air Service. She’s a brilliant airman. But her secret is in constant danger of being discovered. </blockquote><blockquote>With World War I brewing, Alek and Deryn’s paths cross in the most unexpected way…taking them on a fantastical, around-the-world adventure that will change both their lives forever.</blockquote>I loved the intrepid Deryn, whose bravery, ingenuity, and athleticism go way, way beyond mere pluck. (I especially liked her trademark swear, "Barking spiders!") and my son and I both loved the extremely well thought-out and described world of life aloft on the <i>Leviathan</i>, with its flechette bats and message lizards. At times you could almost trace the DNA of <a href="http://www.patrickobrian.com/">Patrick O'Brian</a>'s <i>Master and Commander</i> in the story.<br />
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One drawback of the audiobook version (besides having to hear poor Alek's Austrian accent, which I found distracting) was not being able to see the "Victorian manga" artwork by <a href="http://www.keiththompsonart.com/">Keith Thompson</a>. The stated aim, according to Westerfeld, was to invoke the richly illustrated books of the early twentieth century, and there is a hint of Arthur Rackham in Thompson's line. Love the "lady boffin," <a href="http://www.keiththompsonart.com/pages/darwin.html">Dr. Barlow, with her thylacine</a>. My son asked me wistfully if they'd "brought those back" and seemed quite disappointed that the answer was no.<br />
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What's interesting to me about Westerfeld's vision of animal-machines and machine-animals is the way that interface is actually playing out in science and engineering in our present. Engineers are looking to the plant and animal world for inspiration for all kinds of engineering dilemmas--visit the <a href="http://asknature.org/">AskNature.org</a> design portal to see some of the 1,400 examples, from self-air-conditioned buildings modeled on termite towers to electronic text displays based on the scales of a butterfly's wings. Robot designers are creating a stunning mechanical menagerie of animal-inspired machines, from jellyfish to penguins. It's hard to look at the <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jPGgl5VH5go&feature=fvw">footage</a> of German firm (!) Festo's air penguins and not imagine them as commercial airships in what, 15? 20 years' time? I'll be in line for one of those tickets.<br />
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It almost makes the arrival of the <i>Leviathan</i> sequel, <i>Behemoth</i>, in October 2010, seem like a bearable wait. Almost.<div class="blogger-post-footer">Ann posted a new entry as Glass Salamander on BlogSpot.</div>Ann Downer-Hazellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06719787408538750010noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8347822880711859595.post-31765712045738677652010-03-30T18:18:00.000-07:002010-03-30T18:35:35.871-07:00Owls, Baby!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBk5tCxOpcHYHxe4cAy-sxyb0aL-AkGcQDcniGcHl9i6J51jUb3pH6R766JW69wRTV3sRAXPkb8B8BXt1UW2LHZldgZEhQbvxBy60rk7XtY0TuGa8faWvWUC8hp_yT9SZn6GEziNKB2tg/s1600/owl-babies.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBk5tCxOpcHYHxe4cAy-sxyb0aL-AkGcQDcniGcHl9i6J51jUb3pH6R766JW69wRTV3sRAXPkb8B8BXt1UW2LHZldgZEhQbvxBy60rk7XtY0TuGa8faWvWUC8hp_yT9SZn6GEziNKB2tg/s320/owl-babies.jpg" /></a></div><br />
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Martin Waddell's board book <i>Owl Babies</i> was a hit in our house, back in the day. When my son outgrew it, we moved on to Arnold Lobel's <a href="http://www.rambles.net/lobel_owl.html"><i>Owl at Home</i></a>. Like everything Lobel wrote for young readers, it's deceptively simple, amazingly deep, and repays endless reading. We had the audiotape of Lobel reading <i>Frog and Toad</i> in the car for almost two solid years, and even when we finally moved on, I wasn't really tired of it, and we still quote from it. ("<i>Hello, Lunch</i>!")<br />
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When I was very small, I would stare and stare at the color plates of owls in my mother's vintage bird guide--I found them hypnotic, especially the image of the Barred Owl. So last year I was thrilled to actually have a saw-whet owl perch on my shoulder at a live raptor show. It was such a little personage. As William Service said of his pet owl, "size of a beer can, personality of a bank president." That just about sums it up. <a href="http://www.time.com/time/magazine/article/0,9171,942194,00.html"><i>Owl</i></a> is a great read in the "we had an exotic pet" genre of which I never tire. I am sorry to report that owls don't, like cats, smell like freshly laundered towels. Beaks must not be as good a clothes brush as a raspy tongue. But having the owl on my shoulder was an amazing experience. <br />
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So I was delighted to be sent by a birding friend this <a href="http://www.sportsmansparadiseonline.com/Live_Owl_Nest_Box_Cam.html">link</a> to a live webcam of the nest box of a mother barn owl named Mollie. At last count there were three chicks and one egg yet unhatched. Molly (her mate is McGee) spends a lot of time preening, adjusting the chicks under her brood patch, tidying the nest box, etc. She is really cutting in to my productivity, I have to say. And as my mother said when I sent her the link, "How am I supposed to get anything done when I have to watch the owl?"<br />
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But in fact I think that watching the owl is rather good for me. Some things on the internet are time-wasters, but I don't think spending a few moments living vicariously at the pace of a brooding owl is bad for me.<br />
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Anyway, I think there are a few more days before the chicks in Molly's nest become quite as fluffy and filled out as these fine fellows on the cover of Waddell's book. If you're lucky, you might get to watch their sire, McGee, deliver a mouse to the nest box.<div class="blogger-post-footer">Ann posted a new entry as Glass Salamander on BlogSpot.</div>Ann Downer-Hazellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06719787408538750010noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8347822880711859595.post-34355199429278573452010-03-17T14:03:00.000-07:002010-03-17T14:04:51.437-07:00The Website is back<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhR8aadBuYz3KJudCiFrC3aZ3TWuCIoVkHYcLT-0MBfVPVGXcnDTXlfBIna4VtcG9iBR53n9-SF3hRB7R8cBLwqr8bdMVqkZ2CGg02JUXsdvZu-B3w7YfPD1I8aHtqjX5ITAY_BwvOSMa8/s1600-h/anndowner+website.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="197" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhR8aadBuYz3KJudCiFrC3aZ3TWuCIoVkHYcLT-0MBfVPVGXcnDTXlfBIna4VtcG9iBR53n9-SF3hRB7R8cBLwqr8bdMVqkZ2CGg02JUXsdvZu-B3w7YfPD1I8aHtqjX5ITAY_BwvOSMa8/s320/anndowner+website.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>I pulled <a href="http://anndowner.com/">anndowner.com</a> off the intertubes late last year, because it seemed silly to pay even a modest amount for web hosting when I didn't have a new book out and there was always this blog, for anyone who wanted to find me.<br />
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But I'm on a <a href="http://alumnae.smith.edu/womeninmedia/">fiction panel</a> at Smith next week, and handing out my calling card, so it seemed best to put it up--woefully out of date as it is.<br />
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Hope to be able to refresh it soon with news of current projects.<div class="blogger-post-footer">Ann posted a new entry as Glass Salamander on BlogSpot.</div>Ann Downer-Hazellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06719787408538750010noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8347822880711859595.post-44326520947175596032010-03-15T08:09:00.000-07:002010-03-15T14:46:53.115-07:00All About AliceI went to see the Tim Burton "<a href="http://adisney.go.com/disneypictures/aliceinwonderland/">Alice</a>" in Underland with my 10-year-old this weekend and found it a pleasant surprise. After the <a href="http://www.rottentomatoes.com/m/10009599-alice_in_wonderland/">reviews</a>, I had been prepared for disappointment. Indeed, I did take the reviewers' points that it seemed visually a little derivative for the usually highly original Burton--when Alice dons armor to ride the Bandersnatch, there is an echo of the recent Narnia films, and the White Queen's palace seems bought when the bank foreclosed on Elrond. But I came away from it with the sense of having watched some studio players in a really great B movie made on some leftover sets on a backlot. Everyone seems to be having a great time, and no one more so than Helena Bonham Carter as the Red Queen. She gets all the great lines and the scene of her dressing down the frog footmen is worth the price of admission.<br />
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A lot of Alice in the air because of this movie. A nice <a href="http://www.libraryjournal.com/article/CA6720823.html?&rid=#reg_visitor_id_2#&source=link">roundup</a> by columnist Neal Wyatt over at <i>Library Journal</i>, highlighting a shelf-full of takes on Wonderland, including the anthology, <i>Alice Redux</i>, from <a href="http://www.gargoylemagazine.com/books/paycock/alice.html">Paycock Press</a>, in which I have my own story, "Bread and Butterflies," about a grown Alice Liddell in India. The ones I most want to read for myself are <i>Alice in Sunderland</i> by Bryan Talbot and <i>Automated Alice </i>by Jeff Noon. When my son is done with his current book I might interest him in the Looking Glass Wars series by Frank Beddor, but not before we read the original, possibly the <i>Annotated Alice </i>or the one illustrated by Barry Moser from Pennyroyal Press. Lewis Carroll is the right white rabbit to lead you into Wonderland, whichever mirror-shard vesion of it you choose to explore.<br />
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My own encounter with Alice, in the Manila of my childhood (its own wonderland), was a Disney LP played on a record player--fairly faithful to the Lewis Carrol text, as I recall, but set to the Nutcracker Suite, so that I can never hear that music without thinking of Alice down the rabbit hole. I've come back to Alice over and over since then--during a summer in Oxford, and an internship at Barry Moser's letterpress in college.<br />
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</span><div class="blogger-post-footer">Ann posted a new entry as Glass Salamander on BlogSpot.</div>Ann Downer-Hazellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06719787408538750010noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8347822880711859595.post-33275803217371136032010-01-18T05:16:00.000-08:002010-01-18T05:28:44.764-08:00Abraham Lincoln, The Original Steampunk<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuY9UF1os0lnrm1YMs8wn09lUZ_lR9bH0r8PvZ8_UYQJOuy1Nx_iPcSHqjj9IGgncTlY6MH4ZzI4UNaDgNI-BYqxLNWqPIEeI6v_WOOI97ecd9cE2Gl4mz3_EvNutjx_-bOp0ttbDzNqI/s1600-h/cover2ndsmall.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuY9UF1os0lnrm1YMs8wn09lUZ_lR9bH0r8PvZ8_UYQJOuy1Nx_iPcSHqjj9IGgncTlY6MH4ZzI4UNaDgNI-BYqxLNWqPIEeI6v_WOOI97ecd9cE2Gl4mz3_EvNutjx_-bOp0ttbDzNqI/s320/cover2ndsmall.jpg" /></a><br />
</div>This snowy holiday Monday in Boston finds me wishing I'd known about <a href="http://www.bangpopmaine.com/SnowCon10/schedule2010.html">SnowCon</a>, the gaming convention being held this weekend in Orono, Maine. With a 10-year-old deeply into scifi, robots, and Munchkin Cthulhu, I think we would have enjoyed the make-and-take game workshop, and I would have liked the steampunk soiree. We'd also have had a chance to hear Somerville author Ethan Gilsdorf read from his book, <i>Fantasy Freaks and Gaming Geeks</i>.<br />
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Instead, we are home, procrastinating about the snow-shoveling and waiting for the <a href="http://dsc.discovery.com/tv-schedules/series.html?paid=1.13056.24704.3913.x">Mythbusters marathon</a> to start at 9:00 a.m. EST. This got me thinking of a book I saw this past Saturday at the <a href="http://exhibitors.ala.org/MW10/home.html">ALA Midwinter Meeting</a>: <a href="http://mrlincolnshightechwar.com/about_the_book.html"><i>Mr. Lincoln's High-Tech War: How the North Used the Telegraph, Railroads, Surveillance Balloons, Ironclads, High-Powered Weapons and More to Win the Civil War</i></a>, by Thomas B. Allen and Roger MacBride Allen. It came out from National Geographic Books in 2009, but somehow escaped my attention. <br />
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I suspect we are the Allens' target demographic. We watched with rapt attention the Mythbusters episode in which the team reconstructs a <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YLX_9YVXWgc">Confederate rocket</a>. And we recently ventured to our local Home Depot to get all the PVC pipe and pressure gauges and whatnots necessary to build a spud cannon according to the directions in our copy of William Gurstelle's <i>Backyard Ballistics</i>. Something tells me we would enjoy this immersion in the story of Abe Lincoln, Steampunk. He was certainly an Extraordinary Gentleman.<br />
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I'm also intrigued by and trying to find a copy of the <i>Zelig</i>-like graphic novel <a href="http://www.bigredhair.com/boilerplate/index.html"><i>Boilerplate</i></a>, by graphic novel geniuses Paul Guinan and Anina Bennett, who happen to be married to each other. Boilerplate is a robot who pops up in places like the Klondike gold rush, wrestling a bear, or among the Zapatistas.<br />
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</div>The Boilerplate website is extensive, but there is also a good <a href="http://www.comicbookresources.com/?page=article&id=23148">article</a> about the authors and their project over on ComicBookResources.com. Watch this space for more about Boilerplate as well as video, once our spud cannon is working.<div class="blogger-post-footer">Ann posted a new entry as Glass Salamander on BlogSpot.</div>Ann Downer-Hazellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06719787408538750010noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8347822880711859595.post-63973997866761775052009-10-23T07:03:00.000-07:002009-10-23T07:11:09.502-07:00Taking Wing<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaBMHROLkf_DbXVNYkGMxnhUFIlOwd5TRg0kUzz27lnkkkE56l-428RIc-_A1af55bcEE3s7hnjmSzI6Js4a7XAV7tcrrH-ZGUoW5BnlY-VzVklPBnPvh3oMpgslZEWPmTDhF3Hib5izE/s1600-h/hilary-swank-no-eyebrows-01.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaBMHROLkf_DbXVNYkGMxnhUFIlOwd5TRg0kUzz27lnkkkE56l-428RIc-_A1af55bcEE3s7hnjmSzI6Js4a7XAV7tcrrH-ZGUoW5BnlY-VzVklPBnPvh3oMpgslZEWPmTDhF3Hib5izE/s320/hilary-swank-no-eyebrows-01.jpg" /></a><br />
</div>I'm looking forward to seeing Hilary Swank as our favorite Aviatrix in the new Mira Nair fim, <a href="http://www.foxsearchlight.com/amelia/"><i>Amelia</i></a>. I'm not much of a Richard Gere fan, actually, but I think this one is worth seeing in the theater on the big screen.<br />
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The release of <i>Amelia</i> reminds me of friend Jeannine Atkins's wonderful book on women and flight, <a href="http://www.jeannineatkins.com/books/jcawar.html"><i>Wings and Rockets: The Story of Women in Air and Space</i></a>. On her website, Jeannine tells a great where-I-get-my-ideas story about how the book was inspired by a trip with her husband and daughter to a roadside military museum where she saw a WASP uniform on a manequin:<br />
<blockquote style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;"> </span><span style="font-size: small;">One summer day we were driving down a back road in New Hampshire when my husband spotted an army tank that looked like it had crashed through a brick wall. He had to pull over. Small military museums are not exactly my thing, but I love my husband .. and he promised the next stop would be a lake (bathing suits were packed).</span> <br />
<span style="font-size: small;">I took my daughter’s hand as we wound our way around exhibits, then I yanked her to a stop in front of a manequin dressed in the uniform worn by women pilots during World War II. I’m always intrigued by women I never read about in history books while growing up. I bought a few books and soon was captivated by the daring WASPs who ferried and tested airplanes during the war ... then were sent home with a rather swift farewell. </span><br />
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</div>I've been priveleged to work in a very small way with Sylvia Earle, a National Geographic explorer and marine biologist known as a passionate and tireless advocate for the world's oceans. While she's not an aviator, Earle participated in the late 1960s in Project Tektite, a NASA experiment in underwater living meant to approximate the physical and psychological rigors of life in space. You can read an <a href="http://www.achievement.org/autodoc/page/ear0int-3">interview</a> with Earle about life in the "Tektite Hilton" at achivement.org.<br />
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You might also want to check out this nice site for the American Experience film, <a href="http://www.pbs.org/wgbh/amex/flygirls/index.html">"The Fly Girls" </a>to see these aviation pioneers in action.<br />
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[Illustration: Amelia and Hilary from awardsdaily.com]<div class="blogger-post-footer">Ann posted a new entry as Glass Salamander on BlogSpot.</div>Ann Downer-Hazellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06719787408538750010noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8347822880711859595.post-23238608418465232592009-10-21T09:20:00.000-07:002009-10-23T07:39:55.040-07:00Ghosts, Graveyards, and the Luxury of Time<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTjb3wHNUIp5pN4Wfd9mb8I2A5NiVqAuSYUeXPOyo6tkIHJon4mpWKoUhIAHbeHT84aS742CI8EWByj1iGl88NiZifVU_Gj9dLrziI4Bvvb5cCvK9qAl3pFH6iFV_Xvg0MydXknLZ1POE/s1600-h/250px-Mowgli-1895-illustration.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTjb3wHNUIp5pN4Wfd9mb8I2A5NiVqAuSYUeXPOyo6tkIHJon4mpWKoUhIAHbeHT84aS742CI8EWByj1iGl88NiZifVU_Gj9dLrziI4Bvvb5cCvK9qAl3pFH6iFV_Xvg0MydXknLZ1POE/s320/250px-Mowgli-1895-illustration.png" /></a><br />
</div>A few days ago Budza and I finished reading <a href="http://www.thegraveyardbook.com/">Neil Gaiman’s <i>The Graveyard Book</i>.</a> It’s the riff on Kipling’s classic set in a graveyard, with the Mowgli role given to one Nobody Owens, and various ghosts and hellhounds (and one very classy vampire) standing in for Bagheera, Kaa, Baloo, and the rest. It won the <a href="http://www.ala.org/ala/mgrps/divs/alsc/awardsgrants/bookmedia/newberymedal/newberymedal.cfm">Newbery Award</a> this past January and, in August, the <a href="http://www.thehugoawards.org/2009/08/2009-hugo-award-winners/">Hugo</a>. It’s hands down, the best story I have read aloud to Budza since we moved from picture books to chapter books and on to true novels--and he and I have read a lot of splendid books. But none this fully realized and compelling, ambitious and just plain good. The suspense was skillful, the plot crisis toward the end terrifying, the denouement satisfying, and the ending perfect and moving. I’ll say nothing more. Go read it.<br />
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I wonder how much of the book’s fineness comes from the fact Gaiman had the luxury and leisure to work on the story off and on for 22 years. It was in the mid 1980s when he spied a toddler riding a tricycle in a graveyard, and only years later that the story of Bod Owens was completed. That doesn’t happen much in children’s book publishing any more. Of course, Gaiman had what every writer would like to have--income from a lot of other finished projects and a plenty of other irons in the fire--but the fact remains that publishing is increasingly dependent upon series, and one book a season, please, and one just like the last one, thank you very much. And if you die in harness churning them out, we’ll hire someone else to keep it going.<br />
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The idea that a writer could take his time and allow the book to take root and grow is really an exception, if not an anathema. Would Tolkien be given the leisure to write his four books about Middle Earth in this day and age? He began <i>The Hobbit</i> in 1925 and finished the last chapter of <i>Return of the King</i> in 1950. <br />
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Everything is shorter, now, and faster. We are getting our stories every few seconds, 147 characters at a time. The days when editors and publishers could afford to wait for a book to be ready in the fullness of time are gone forever. But I can’t help thinking what if. What if writers had the leisure to take as long as the story needed rather than rush to deliver them, so they could be hurried past the copyeditor with a wink and whisked into stores? What if we all had the luxury of time?<br />
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Those are books I’d like to read.<br />
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[illustration of Mowgli by John Lockwood Kipling from <i>The Second Jungle Book</i>, 1895. Doesn't it look like a headstone?]<div class="blogger-post-footer">Ann posted a new entry as Glass Salamander on BlogSpot.</div>Ann Downer-Hazellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06719787408538750010noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8347822880711859595.post-87153898491315747202009-10-16T06:12:00.000-07:002009-10-16T07:16:06.486-07:00On Wildness and Power Plays<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZByQTbON0ly-BdyookmYru5jyXNKx-rtUqMoNAk8jPtpVpkMVHch6oZU7KvkFV06e8YrNrBN3iGIEop6wjRQ_nQZ2H9txQ7C6Whrwk1qVgiHBj-nl1GDNDExWcJhvWBQNc323Pca4jWk/s1600-h/knight_hello,_mrs_piggle-wiggle.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZByQTbON0ly-BdyookmYru5jyXNKx-rtUqMoNAk8jPtpVpkMVHch6oZU7KvkFV06e8YrNrBN3iGIEop6wjRQ_nQZ2H9txQ7C6Whrwk1qVgiHBj-nl1GDNDExWcJhvWBQNc323Pca4jWk/s320/knight_hello,_mrs_piggle-wiggle.jpg" /></a><br />
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I confess I didn’t know quite what to do with Daniel Zalewski’s <a href="http://www.newyorker.com/arts/critics/atlarge/2009/10/19/091019crat_atlarge_zalewski">essay</a> in the October 19 <i>New Yorker</i>. Titled “The Defiant Ones,” it neatly dissects the trend in picture books over the last 7-10 years to replace moral fables--in which children who who throw tantrums and commit other transgressions are met with firm parental correction and corporal punishment--with stories of child-centric parenting in which children who are wild and defiant are rewarded with extra dessert and a parental shrug: <i>What are you gonna do?<br />
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I guess I ended up feeling that Zalewski was being a wee bit harsh on the authors and illustrators he singled out. The pendulum of parenting styles (or dogma, if you like) swings to and fro, and the picture books of any given time show us pretty accurately where the pendulum is. But then I got to wondering about the tension between the job of a parent and the job of a child, and I wondered how they both fit with the job of the storyteller.<br />
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I do remember when I was reading Russell Hoban’s <a href="http://www.harpercollins.com/books/9780064434515/Bedtime_for_Frances/index.aspx">Bedtime for Frances</a> to the Budza when he was a preschooler, being brought up short by the line about the threatened spanking. At the time, I skipped over it--still in the thrall, as I then was, of the <i>What to Expect</i> books and parenting gurus like William Sears. It was such a stark reminder of the difference between parenting then and now, like riding in the station wagon without car seats, or watching my father drink a martini while he watched the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Huntley-Brinkley_Report">Huntley and Brinkley Report</a>, or playing with toys with small parts. Grown ups spent much of their time absorbed in a mysterious world of work and grown-up concerns that largely excluded us, and for much of the 1960s my sister and I and our friends were left to our own devices to do our important work of play. <br />
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The clueless, ineffective, apologetic or exasperated parent goes back a little further in children’s books than the 1990s. I am thinking of the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mrs._Piggle-Wiggle">Mrs. Piggle Wiggle</a> books by Betty MacDonald, published between 1947 and 1957--most memorably illustrated by Hilary Knight of Eloise fame, but also, interestingly enough, by Maurice Sendak, who knows a thing or two about childhood wildness. In <i>Mrs Piggle Wiggle</i> and its three sequels, we find ineffective parents reaping what they have sown, in terms of offspring who are tattle-tales, interrupters, slobs, gluttons, and other miscreants. Mrs. Piggle Wiggle, widow of a pirate who lives in an upside-down house, reassures Mom and Dad and provides them with a sure-fire, hysterical cure for whatever bad habit is creating household discord. Who can forget the tidy little pig who teaches the messy eater manners? Or the boy who refuses to pick up his room who eventually becomes immured by his toys, so that his mother has to send up chunks of beef stew on the tines of the rake, followed by the garden hose so he can take a drink? <br />
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It’s not for nothing that Mrs. Piggle Wiggle’s house is upside down. It’s only by taking the established order of things apart, and allowing children to suffer the inevitable consequences of their bad behavior, that family harmony is restored. And I think it’s important to say harmony, and not order. That’s the essential tension, between the parent who must socialize the child and teach her to be a reasonable member of society and to hew to a certain code, and the child, whose job it is to figure out, often in messy and socially unacceptable ways, how the world works. It’s the parent’s job to set the alarm clock for school, the child’s job to take the alarm clock apart. A good story teller will find ways to tell stories that honor and subvert, in turn, both those tasks.<div class="blogger-post-footer">Ann posted a new entry as Glass Salamander on BlogSpot.</div>Ann Downer-Hazellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06719787408538750010noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8347822880711859595.post-74424005616882819692009-10-12T05:14:00.000-07:002009-10-12T06:49:37.066-07:00On Wild Things and Second Helpings of Picture Books<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihv6tQBV1EA676tCk6DRbQmRWAOBqu0xjAVjblW8bm-bJSnEYBuDdOHc3oSAXfGuuTaxHIuy7C4tw0-2KRA3K9o-bpad7_jaok05p91Rwwu8GU6vRfe8E1k4bQtvf-56qh3MzrDgF6EgA/s1600-h/51D30X251GL._SS400_.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihv6tQBV1EA676tCk6DRbQmRWAOBqu0xjAVjblW8bm-bJSnEYBuDdOHc3oSAXfGuuTaxHIuy7C4tw0-2KRA3K9o-bpad7_jaok05p91Rwwu8GU6vRfe8E1k4bQtvf-56qh3MzrDgF6EgA/s200/51D30X251GL._SS400_.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391691124663389922" /></a><br />I found Bruce Handy's October 11 essay in the <span style="font-style:italic;">New York Times</span> an interesting take on the Sendak classic, not because I agree that more kids than we like to admit don’t like <span style="font-style:italic;">Where the Wild Things Are</span>--I am sure that, like most picture books, it’s not universally loved, and probably doesn’t make the same impact on today’s kids it did a generation ago, when it was such a bombshell on the children’s publishing scene. (As I post this, the NYT link is broken, but when it's up, I'll post the link to the Handy essay.)<br /><br />But it’s an interesting salvo because it does highlight the ongoing tension in picture books between what adults think makes a splendid book, and what kids will, of their own volition, pull out of the bookcase, hand to an adult, and say “Again.” <br /><br />Personally, the Sendak book that did this for me and my kid was <span style="font-style:italic;">In the Night Kitchen</span>-- helped along by the splendid <a href="http://teacher.scholastic.com/products/westonwoods/catalog/product.asp?cid=302">Weston Woods animation adaptation</a> narrated by Peter Schickele (a.k.a. P. D. Q. Bach). The familiar world of a kitchen transformed after hours into a wonderland aligned more closely with my own fascinations with scale--<span style="font-style:italic;">The Borrowers</span>, miniatures, dolls houses--and with wonderlands, by Lewis Carroll and others.<br /><br />One book does not fit all. My own “again” books included <span style="font-style:italic;">The Story about Ping</span> by <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Marjorie_Flack">Marjorie Flack</a>, <a href="http://www.houghtonmifflinbooks.com/catalog/titledetail.cfm?titleNumber=482592"><span style="font-style:italic;">The Little House</span> by Virginia Lee Burton</a>, and <a href="http://www.purplehousepress.com/duchess.htm"><span style="font-style:italic;">The Duchess Bakes a Cake </span>by Virginia Stahl</a>. These books had powerful themes that resonated with me. I had a childhood that saw my family transplanted from one hemisphere to another, and me moved from school to school to school to school. So the story of the Little House coming full circle to home was incredibly comforting and reassuring to me. Mike Mulligan is a great picture book, a fabulous read-aloud, and a classic, but it’s the lesser known <span style="font-style:italic;">Little House</span> that is my personal favorite.<br /><br />For my son, an early “again” book was <a href="http://www.michaelotunnell.com/halloween_pie.html"><span style="font-style:italic;">Halloween Pie</span> by Michael O. Tunnell</a>. We read it when he was about two, and his interest in all things spooky is still going strong, eight years later. We had Tim Burton's <span style="font-style:italic;">A Nightmare Before Christmas</span> in our VCR in heavy rotation for about a year at one point. I often thought that things that go bump in the night did for my son what <span style="font-style:italic;">T. rex</span> and velociraptors and <span style="font-style:italic;">Triceratops</span> did for other kids, for similar reasons. Dinosaurs were never really Budza’s thing. But mummies and vampires and creatures from the Black Lagoon? Bring them on. <br /><br />I do think we have to be less wedded to an idea of some picture book canon, and let kids find their own “again” titles. In fifty years, who knows what stories kids will be reading on their Kindles? But I think it’s certain that every kid will have a title or two that isn’t on anyone else’s classic list...something that aligned with that child’s own wishes and fears and dreams. Another slice of <span style="font-style:italic;">Halloween Pie</span>, please.<br /><br />Bonus video of Peter Schickele reading <span style="font-style:italic;">In the Night Kitchen</span> <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zyNa198Ri8c">here</a>.<div class="blogger-post-footer">Ann posted a new entry as Glass Salamander on BlogSpot.</div>Ann Downer-Hazellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06719787408538750010noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8347822880711859595.post-22167374547000060792009-10-09T13:42:00.000-07:002009-10-10T12:38:09.223-07:00On Unchaperoned Walks in the Woods<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlXfySZXBlebhW1y_vPfx0gX8LkJG5B7XwC5SdBNaDJpfwemB8L-SUF3HlntpETLsIWClGeCHbV6o4I5vsNGXWjcz26Sq12mm5-Wym51nUe2aCJ81R3YXazBnNCe73QZRroN09QZmL4jM/s1600-h/mysideofthemountain.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 130px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlXfySZXBlebhW1y_vPfx0gX8LkJG5B7XwC5SdBNaDJpfwemB8L-SUF3HlntpETLsIWClGeCHbV6o4I5vsNGXWjcz26Sq12mm5-Wym51nUe2aCJ81R3YXazBnNCe73QZRroN09QZmL4jM/s200/mysideofthemountain.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390705612901698034" /></a><br />I spent part of today in the <a href="www.fells.org">Middlesex Fells</a> with my son and two of his friends and their mother, happily turning over rotten logs and examining the scurrying, burrowing life within. We saw the last of the season’s <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Monotropa_uniflora">indian pipe</a>, signs of leaf miners in the yellowing leaves, and one salamander. It was a good walk in the New England woods.<br /><br />Not so long ago the Budza and I finished reading <a href="http://www.jeancraigheadgeorge.com/">Jean Craighead George’s</a> classic <span style="font-style:italic;">My Side of the Mountain</span> (1959), in which our hero, Sam Gribley, runs away from his family in Manhattan to the Catskills. Armed only with a penknife, a ball of string, a hatchet, and $40 savings, he lives alone for a year in a hollow tree. He fishes and traps and lives on cattail roots and acorn pancakes. He skins and tans the hide of deer he steals from hunters. When he develops scurvy from lack of vitamin C, some instinct drives him to eat the liver of a rabbit. Raw.<br /><br />It’s strong stuff. We both enjoyed the book, but I have to say, over and over again while reading I found myself thinking, man, today his parents would have Court TV camped on their doorstep, and CNN true crime stalwart Nancy Grace raking them over the coals, asking “Where is Sam Gribley? What are his parents hiding? Where is the body???”<br /><br />The whole idea of a minor being allowed to run off and live by his wits in the woods with his parents’ blessing seems less like adventure to us fifty years on, and more like high fantasy. By the time <a href="http://www.randomhouse.com/features/garypaulsen/">Gary Paulsen</a> wrote <span style="font-style:italic;">Hatchet</span> in 1987, he had to substitute for running away the dramatic device of a plane crash, and transform the story of personal discovery, self reliance, and independence to one of white-knuckled suspense and survival. <span style="font-style:italic;">Hatchet</span> is a wonderful book, but one in which the rigors of life in the wild are thrust upon the hero, rather than chosen. Sam can “rescue” himself any time, but he doesn’t. <br /><br />One of the things I took away from reading the book to my son was the increasingly certainty that the story George tells in <span style="font-style:italic;">My Side of the Mountain</span> could not be set in the present day. And I’m just as certain that in our risk-averse culture of hyperparenting we are not childproofing our lives so much as lifeproofing our children. Somehow the broken arm from falling out of the backyard tree that was yesterday's of rite of childhood has been replaced by the kinds of sports injuries usually seen in professional athletes. <br /><br />Our family has been trying, in our way, to push back. So far we are starting with small things. Letting Budza light the gas stove, letting him prepare dinner with the sharp knives. Sending him to a camp where they use (gasp!) power tools. Working our way through <span style="font-style:italic;">Backyard Ballistics</span>. I have even started lengthening the invisible rope, even if I’m not quite ready to let him off the lead. For brief bursts of time now, I know vaguely where my son is, but not exactly where. It’s a frisson for both of us.<div class="blogger-post-footer">Ann posted a new entry as Glass Salamander on BlogSpot.</div>Ann Downer-Hazellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06719787408538750010noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8347822880711859595.post-43084725052118923512009-10-08T06:32:00.000-07:002009-10-08T10:38:14.154-07:00The Uses of Story<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrNFTCDTesfzxbyBHcBou93eIasIo3x1KtXOaHiZTffdRflWtAnuciz0QGU5HpgEArDkwHMtKT6wQt1H95_I6TMPAvKhtl2WcBANitxOt5_U_I5WeIpkg2-nSifdl1PozAN1JuD5JaUwQ/s1600-h/booklist19.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 154px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrNFTCDTesfzxbyBHcBou93eIasIo3x1KtXOaHiZTffdRflWtAnuciz0QGU5HpgEArDkwHMtKT6wQt1H95_I6TMPAvKhtl2WcBANitxOt5_U_I5WeIpkg2-nSifdl1PozAN1JuD5JaUwQ/s200/booklist19.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390230197081796754" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjt5LRVdK5ApANW0UumCLhugi7QExDN9Vj64CLPwvD2hwH-oxfwLa6ae5-6znr7Wipz6t2-Ggqr5k3AL8-6ZuGzuqeXC1oODWNTyZSkeW2o9Knd2nqd0fELl5rNtjP8jhcgLnSA8-bRnVI/s1600-h/51C4MR6MDBL._SS500_.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjt5LRVdK5ApANW0UumCLhugi7QExDN9Vj64CLPwvD2hwH-oxfwLa6ae5-6znr7Wipz6t2-Ggqr5k3AL8-6ZuGzuqeXC1oODWNTyZSkeW2o9Knd2nqd0fELl5rNtjP8jhcgLnSA8-bRnVI/s200/51C4MR6MDBL._SS500_.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390227459345265890" /></a><br />This fascinating <a href="http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=113586548">story</a>, caught on my drive time yesterday, details the challenges public health officials are facing try to deliver swine flu vaccine to remote areas in Alaska. It put me in mind about the ways we can use Story to begin a conversation with kids about a scary or worrisome thing. <br />In the story, NPR reporter Melissa Block inteviews Laurel Wood, whose job it is to use a network of bush pilots and Alaskan citizens to get the vaccine to remote villages in the Arctic. <br /><blockquote>Typically what happens is it goes out of Anchorage on a larger plane, arrives in a hub community where it is then redistributed again via bush planes. Often it's by people who are traveling to one of these communities and they carry it with them on the plane. One of the long histories in Alaska is of trying to deliver pharmaceuticals to these far-flung locations.</blockquote><br />Toward the end of the story, Wood references the origins of <a href="http://iditarodblogs.com/teachers/">Alaska's world-famous sled-dog race</a>:<br /> <blockquote>Certainly, people have heard about the Iditarod trail sled dog race that occurs today, that was based on the idea of trying to get diphtheria antitoxin to Nome, and we continue to do that with more modern equipment now. We might be using a snow machine or a four-wheeler in the summer as well as obviously bush airplanes. But the process remains the same. It is an interesting endeavor to try to get vaccine into some locations in Alaska. Thank goodness we have great partners to work with to make this happen.</blockquote><br />Two books from 2002 tell the serum race story well, though in very different styles.<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">Togo</span> by Robert S. Blake (Philomel)<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">The Great Serum Race: Blazing the Iditarod Trail </span>by Debbie S. Miller (Walker Books for Young Readers)<br /><br />For more on the origins of the Iditarod itself, <span style="font-style:italic;">Booklist</span> reviewer Todd Morning recommends Lew Freedman's <span style="font-style:italic;">Father of the Iditarod: The Joe Reddington Story</span> (Epicenter Press 1996).<br /><br />These books may not take the sting out of the seasonal flu shot, but if questions and fears about flu linger after the shot, perhaps a story about a brave team of sled dogs is a gentle way in to a conservation in which kids can get answers and reassurance. And for suggestions on what to say to your kids about H1N1, <a href="http://www.childrensnational.org/Pressroom/cnmc04300901.aspx">here are some tips</a> from the Children's National Medical Center in Washington, DC.<div class="blogger-post-footer">Ann posted a new entry as Glass Salamander on BlogSpot.</div>Ann Downer-Hazellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06719787408538750010noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8347822880711859595.post-9311420922598738722009-06-24T18:22:00.000-07:002009-06-24T19:25:21.203-07:00Fly Me to the Moon<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtGAGlgHa4ULT5TxCOkjFnHaPlZqqHAgAIgT7FuZD9HYdhGuVATiPyKdNDV-lOhhM74TeQS7OUHSfZWqlJzs1gCE22rBHxN2jG9-dr-otkL8tutrTsUx60DMj4ayhzqo0FIwjXz3vDseA/s1600-h/voya.gif"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 238px; height: 308px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtGAGlgHa4ULT5TxCOkjFnHaPlZqqHAgAIgT7FuZD9HYdhGuVATiPyKdNDV-lOhhM74TeQS7OUHSfZWqlJzs1gCE22rBHxN2jG9-dr-otkL8tutrTsUx60DMj4ayhzqo0FIwjXz3vDseA/s320/voya.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351074113595807218"></a><br />As I type this, a NASA probe with the ungainly name of the <a href="http://lunar.gsfc.nasa.gov/">Lunar Reconnaissance Orbiter</a> is circling our Moon, its mission to map the virtually unknown lunar poles. The lunar survey by the LRO and its piggyback companion, a water-seeking satellite called LCROSS, will provide crucial data for the planned NASA mission to return humans to the Moon by 2020. LRO and LCROSS are looking for suitable places for astronauts not merely to land, but to stay awhile.<br /><br />This chunky little satellite (which bears more than a passing resemblance to Wall-E) mapping our nearest neighbor in space got me thinking about Moon maps and pre-space age depictions of the Moon, and eventually led me to <a href="http://tinyurl.com/earlymoonmap">this lovely thing</a>, drawn by Englishman Thomas Harriott in July 1609. It is having its 400th birthday next month. Think about that, and the 40th anniversary of the Moon landing becomes a little extra special.<br /><br /><br /><br />So in honor of our celestial cartographers, both mechanical and human, here is a list of some moon-related reads, all predating the Apollo 11 landing. Some of these suggestions are courtesy Patricia Altner’s comprehensive online bibliography of <a href="http://www.biblioinfo.com/moon/sf_moon.html">the Moon in science fiction</a>. She was happy to share her recommendations with Glass Salamander.<br /><br /><blockquote>"My enjoyment of science fiction began such a long time ago that SF was considered to be only of interest to boys! In those olden days the idea of going to the moon was a distant dream. Only science fiction writers could make it seem real. For me the stories of Robert A. Heinlein were the best-- <font style="font-style:italic;">Have Spacesuit Will Travel</font>; <font style="font-style:italic;">The Man Who Sold the Moon</font>; <font style="font-style:italic;">Rocket Ship Galileo</font> --all feature the Moon. Jules Verne's <font style="font-style:italic;">From the Earth to the Moon</font> is a classic for all ages as is H. G. Wells's <font style="font-style:italic;">The First Men in the Moon</font>."</blockquote>Altner also recommends <font style="font-style:italic;">Prelude to Space </font>by Arthur C. Clarke. "Written in 1951, it describes a future very much like the one we live in now." Not intended for kids, she thinks, but right for today's more sophisticated YA reader.<br /><br />To that list, I'd add these favorites:<br /><br />Hergé, <font style="font-style:italic;">The Adventures of Tintin: Destination Moon</font> and <font style="font-style:italic;">Explorers on the Moon</font>. London: Methuen, 1959.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOHtOjbM-l1NvSWvk2EK9g7AWbNma3H01Puvp_4Gelwao_xs-VxDWf6Mpl07p8FLEE0oZuAg8CnRgrMMAMEZWC_GBegKCpTaEjBUHzXcasPXTNdppAiBmVqzRTtW1Sf6gtSZOmJnic_eI/s1600-h/emoon.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 144px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOHtOjbM-l1NvSWvk2EK9g7AWbNma3H01Puvp_4Gelwao_xs-VxDWf6Mpl07p8FLEE0oZuAg8CnRgrMMAMEZWC_GBegKCpTaEjBUHzXcasPXTNdppAiBmVqzRTtW1Sf6gtSZOmJnic_eI/s200/emoon.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351075505752120434"></a><br /><br />Lofting, Hugh. <font style="font-style:italic;">Doctor Dolittle in the Moon</font>.J.B. Lippincott 1928. For fans of Godzilla and Mothra, this late entry in the Dolittle series of books features the good doctor traveling by a giant lunar moth.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhV4fbFcueTHXqFliBUZEzpzTHRHreKscQiKX8vmCnsMRaBboaJELGyIh1S1SkBQhl4TM-wtxTC42sgVJFrxYbj3WycfQ9PrHbdX7vfzej9c5zumhs1NdcDwSwJBZ73eIM6_9RDPYb7NAU/s1600-h/dolittle4.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 142px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhV4fbFcueTHXqFliBUZEzpzTHRHreKscQiKX8vmCnsMRaBboaJELGyIh1S1SkBQhl4TM-wtxTC42sgVJFrxYbj3WycfQ9PrHbdX7vfzej9c5zumhs1NdcDwSwJBZ73eIM6_9RDPYb7NAU/s200/dolittle4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351075353450637362"></a><br /><br />And I might have to find a copy of this gem by William Dixon Bell. <span style="font-style:italic;">The Moon Colony</span>. It apparently features early depictions of terraforming and, as a special bonus, space pirates. I don't know if those are the gentlemen on the giant grasshoppers, but I would love to find out.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtqljC_YNCg8Pgsq2TSmTbZwFMXtWZXpHj_JLLiCbbFtyNxnUOv1R9tOdrR28Z4EuZW7P-9ad7N4KyPO_h1-cCj8BX1amApqrTGEM6R2dfWIbNG1qARoCNiW62xuxYMAFmDNtXRxlia78/s1600-h/zoom_2203106.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 132px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtqljC_YNCg8Pgsq2TSmTbZwFMXtWZXpHj_JLLiCbbFtyNxnUOv1R9tOdrR28Z4EuZW7P-9ad7N4KyPO_h1-cCj8BX1amApqrTGEM6R2dfWIbNG1qARoCNiW62xuxYMAFmDNtXRxlia78/s200/zoom_2203106.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351085379283941714" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer">Ann posted a new entry as Glass Salamander on BlogSpot.</div>Ann Downer-Hazellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06719787408538750010noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8347822880711859595.post-39522641430663993832009-06-19T08:27:00.000-07:002009-06-19T08:50:54.039-07:00The Door in the Hill, Part One<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTW21EHv_scaWoRExua_4QwP3fFYVia5vJtrgyapOfuC1LjodJ20UBvzLL8gSLsOBbi1ZlmANcmUsL9Uc_pHgKJKq9Pw4ojZcihUEimoRKPSt59VUsYg6d42mbdGvXBfFhxDKgqVjK7_E/s1600-h/nisbet1.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTW21EHv_scaWoRExua_4QwP3fFYVia5vJtrgyapOfuC1LjodJ20UBvzLL8gSLsOBbi1ZlmANcmUsL9Uc_pHgKJKq9Pw4ojZcihUEimoRKPSt59VUsYg6d42mbdGvXBfFhxDKgqVjK7_E/s320/nisbet1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349064659435726546" /></a><br />This has always and continues to puzzle me: If I am such an agnostic, why do I like certain stories about angels? And if I am such a good skeptic, why do I love to read and write about Faerie?<br /><br />This has been on my mind since I recently read <a href="http://www.newyorker.com/fiction/features/2009/04/20/090420fi_fiction_adrian">Chris Adrian’s “A Tiny Feast” in the New Yorker</a>, in which Oberon and Titania’s stolen human child is dying of leukemia in a pediatric hospital in San Francisco. Adrian does Faerie very well. This is the description of the Faerie procession from the hospital to their home under the hill. The Faeries in the boy’s hospital room have been mostly invisible until their grief reveals their true otherworldly nature as they troop through the antiseptic corridors and down the elevator and outside the hospital, bearing the body of the changeling.<br /><br /><blockquote>There was no disguise left to cover them. People saw them for what they were, a hundred and two faeries and a dead boy proceeding down the hall with harps and flutes, crowded in the service elevator with fiddles and lutes, marching out of the hospital with drums. Mortals gaped. Dogs barked. Cats danced on their hind feet, and birds followed them by the dozens, hopping along and cocking their heads from side to side. It was early afternoon. The fog was breaking against the side of the hill, leaving Buena Vista Park brilliantly sunny. They passed through the ordinary trees of the park, and then into the extraordinary trees of their own realm, and came to the door in the hill, and passed through that as well.<br /></blockquote><br /><br />As it happens, Adrian is a pediatric oncoloist and student of divinity as well as a fantasy novelist, and his story is full of very closely observed medical detail about the running of the hospital and the details of the boy's chemotherapy, while at the same time chock full of spectacularly imagined, and very real, touches of Faerie. My favorite of these is probably the boy's blanket, Beastie, which is alive.<br /><br />Adrian's story got thinking, immersed as I am currently in various nonfiction science projects, what it is about this kind of thing attracts me (though not so far to the point of dressing in velvet capes and sporting Elvish tattoos at Cons). I am actually pretty allergic to angel and fairy and dragon schlock. But the fact remains I have published five fantasy novels, three of them written while I was working full time as a science editor.<br /><br />The angel part is easier to explain. When my childhood faith eroded away to agnosticism, the angels remained. My old UCC beliefs are there, somewhere, like my spiritual appendix, but I have reached a point in my trajectory of belief where I can no longer tell people in good conscience that I am keeping them in my prayers. I can look up into the Milky Way, spread across the desert sky in Utah, and feel wonder and awe and mystery, but it falls short of a view of God that can mesh with everything I accept about how life on Earth came to be, or account for the problem of evil. I Just Don’t Know. And I frankly never saw this not-knowing thing coming. <br /><br />Reconciling my love of science and fantasy, and my double life as a science editor and fantasy writer, has always been harder, for some reason. But I’ve always like my fantasy grounded with close observation of the natural world and the quotidian details: Merlin’s newspaper. I’m thinking here of Sylvia Townsend Warner’s <span style="font-style:italic;">Kingdoms of Elfin</span> (her changeling story, “The One and the Other,” is terrific and T. H. White’s <span style="font-style:italic;">The Sword in the Stone</span>, Kenneth Grahame’s The Wind in the Willows, E. Nesbit’s “The Deliverers of Their Country,” and Nancy Willard’s essays in <span style="font-style:italic;">The Angel in the Parlor</span>. It’s probably why I care so much more about the contents of Bilbo Baggins’s larder than I do what’s actually being said at the Council of Elrond. I like my fantasy psychologically real and grounded, like fulgerites, those casts of fused sand that lightning sometimes leaves behind in the ground: solid evidence of the ethereal. I like the way Chris Adrian walks me through the ordinary trees of the park, through the extraordinary trees of his realm, until I somehow find myself standing with a hand on the doorknob of a door in a hill, not quite sure how I got there, but glad I came.<br /><br />For reasons I still don’t understand, science and fantasy are for me both powerful ways of explaining experience and revealing the unseen, and they are daily practices that both rely on the action of my imagination: my ability to see in my mind something I cannot see with my eyes. And maybe I will never explain it to myself any better than that.<br /><br />(The image is Hume Nisbet's 1908 watercolor, <span style="font-style:italic;">The Fairy Falls.</span>)<div class="blogger-post-footer">Ann posted a new entry as Glass Salamander on BlogSpot.</div>Ann Downer-Hazellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06719787408538750010noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8347822880711859595.post-52797820273380735662009-03-26T18:39:00.000-07:002009-03-29T16:39:34.141-07:00The World of John Bellairs<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYnN2ICZHEVk5hyphenhyphennlrzITmZiphsAcDZlkSpDiUN9vromxKYRcz8ZCNS14bp14i4HgzImWIPnTuYzXKhKTFwh4FsUWPMTwBSJGEa6Db0ZWhGi3tI4mhhKi4D0kwpBulzlyMXglyw8yLoqs/s1600-h/2066620162_31b95af6f8.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 258px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYnN2ICZHEVk5hyphenhyphennlrzITmZiphsAcDZlkSpDiUN9vromxKYRcz8ZCNS14bp14i4HgzImWIPnTuYzXKhKTFwh4FsUWPMTwBSJGEa6Db0ZWhGi3tI4mhhKi4D0kwpBulzlyMXglyw8yLoqs/s320/2066620162_31b95af6f8.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317676716636532946" /></a><br />This blog is a bit like a secretary desk into which bills and correspondence have been stuffed willy nilly…because of neglect I keep reaching into an overflowing pigeonhole and pulling stuff out only to go, yikes, I meant to deal with that months ago. Come to think of it, that kind of describes my brain.<br /><br />Anyway.<br /><br />One of the topics I see I meant to get to back last fall was the work of John Bellairs. I somehow missed these in my own adolescence, although I did give some to my nephew when he was in grade school (at least partly because of the oh-so-cool Edward Gorey covers). Last fall the Budza, then eight, and I started reading them as part of the evening story ritual, which involves about an hour of reading aloud with me, and telling stories out loud with my husband. So far we’ve read five mysteries about Johnny Dixon: <span style="font-style:italic;">The Chessmen of Doom</span> (1989), <span style="font-style:italic;">The Mummy, the Will, and the Crypt (</span>1983), <span style="font-style:italic;">The Eyes of the Killer Robot</span> (1986), <span style="font-style:italic;">The Spell of the Sorcerer’s Skull</span>, and <span style="font-style:italic;">The Curse of the Blue Figurine</span> (1983) as well as one mystery starring Anthony Monday, <span style="font-style:italic;">The Lamp from the Warlock’s Tomb </span>(1988). We aren’t as enamoured by the Lewis Barnavelt ones. For my part, the Dixons are the best, and it’s completely because of the relationship between Johnny and his neighbor and mentor and best friend, Roderick Childermass.<br /><br />Could anyone invent a character like Professor Childermass now, or a relationship like the one he has with teenaged Johnny? Imagine trying to pitch a novel for this age range (older middle-grade to YA) in which a kind of shy, lonely boy is allowed to go off for the weekend in the company of his somewhat elderly bachelor neighbor, who loves to have Johnny over to his house to play chess and who has hobby baking cakes. Can’t quite see it? It’s why these books are something of a miracle. Childermass throws tantrums. He smokes. He is socially awkward. And he loves Johnny dearly. All the family relationships and friendships are beautifully rendered, but not in a manner that ever gets in the way of the really good shivery gothic storytelling. They are not really mysteries and not really horror, but a category I think of as supernatural and psychological suspense. And no one, in my book, has done it quite as well as Bellairs, with the same humor and humanity. The portraits of flawed adults remind me of Louise Fitzhugh's sequel to <span style="font-style:italic;">Harriet the Spy</span>, <span style="font-style:italic;">The Long Secret</span>, which I think is a better book. It cast quite a spell on me when I was 10 or 11, because it showed adults I recognized from the rather odd hothouse childhood of embassy life in the tropics. <br /><br />Some of the books remain in print, and can be found new, but this is one of those cases where I really like to find a not too worn copy and give it a home. Bellairs mysteries are something that are easy to find in a used bookstore just about anywhere, and he was prolific enough that you can almost always find one you haven’t read yet, and if you're lucky, two or even three. And the there are more being written all the time as Brad Strickland continues to write about the Bellairs characters. I have yet to read one of the new ones, to judge how well he pulls it off, but my hopes are high.<br /><br />Bellairs has a fervent following online. A good place to start is <a href="www.bellarsia.com">www.Bellairsia.com</a>.<div class="blogger-post-footer">Ann posted a new entry as Glass Salamander on BlogSpot.</div>Ann Downer-Hazellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06719787408538750010noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8347822880711859595.post-10519967939076975812009-03-25T06:26:00.000-07:002009-03-25T08:34:38.259-07:00Let's Get Lost<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3ZGg1-RTQxC05s3dMr2DwCS1BFQunrPtD3q_j81NzV-1fODPd0b3T52Z_65jpW1kJGEB_aHZhkLN5_T0CnOSZ76zN_2WuYOnGJb3S2QFrPRAxY7ghxRGM7EWPuYvnuml-lwQERuoB3-s/s1600-h/footprints_in_sand_wallpaper.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3ZGg1-RTQxC05s3dMr2DwCS1BFQunrPtD3q_j81NzV-1fODPd0b3T52Z_65jpW1kJGEB_aHZhkLN5_T0CnOSZ76zN_2WuYOnGJb3S2QFrPRAxY7ghxRGM7EWPuYvnuml-lwQERuoB3-s/s320/footprints_in_sand_wallpaper.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317147317789168498" /></a><br />I have been leading the creative writing after-school club at my son's elementary school. A talented group of three boys and four girls, 4th through 6th grades. I started them off writing shipwreck diaries, and they are having a great time with the diary format and making maps of their islands and other kinds of undiscovered countries. I told them a little about <a href="http://www.sciencedaily.com/releases/2008/10/081029105803.htm">Alexander Selkirk</a>, the supposed inspiration for Daniel Defoe's <span style="font-style:italic;"><span style="font-style:italic;">Robinson Crusoe</span></span>. There doesn't seem to be a good kids' book about Selkirk, and if the information available online is only half true, it's an amazing oversight. I also learned something I think I'd known and forgotten, that "Swiss Family Robinson" isn't about a Swiss family named Robinson at all, but rather "robinson" was a noun describing a genre of adventure novel that became extremely popular the wake of the success of <span style="font-style:italic;">Robinson Crusoe</span>. <br /><br />At the same time, my third grader has gotten deeply into the Discovery TV series <a href="http://dsc.discovery.com/tv/treasure-quest/treasure-quest.html">Treasure Quest</a>, about the commercial marine archaeology/salvage company <a href="http://www.shipwreck.net/">Odyssey Marine Exploration</a>, a commercial shipwreck salvage company. We are all glued to the set watching the ROV Zeus explore various wrecked passenger ships, U-boats, and steamboats. Will they find gold? Low-alpha lead bars worth more than gold? Skeletons? <br /><br />It prompted my son to ask for a book he's had for a while and never really gotten into, Duncan Cameron's <span style="font-style:italic;"><a href="http://us.dk.com/static/cs/us/11/features/shipwreck/intro.html"><span style="font-style:italic;">Shipwreck Detective</span></a></span>. The book had been a hit with a friend's son who was laid up with a long recuperation, but Budza had never really gotten into it. Now is the perfect time. It's one of those marvels of paper engineering, with lots of bits and pieces to take out and examine, a la <span style="font-style:italic;">The Jolly Postman</span> or <span style="font-style:italic;">Griffin & Sabine</span>, and now used to great success in the <a href="http://www.ologyworld.com/">Ologies</a> series from Candlewick. This one comes with a removable compass and a blank diving log. When we're done with <span style="font-style:italic;">Shipwreck Detective</span>, I will try him on some of the classic survival in the wildnerness stories. The one I remember reading was Jean Craighead George's <span style="font-style:italic;">My Side of the Mountain</span>, but more recently there had been Gary Paulsen's gripping <span style="font-style:italic;">Hatchet</span> (not for the faint of heart) and <span style="font-style:italic;">Kensuke's Kingdom</span> by Michael Morpurgo. Substitute for "shipwreck" any misadeventure that can leave the hero stranded in a strange place and you have the makings of a good robinson. Or should we start a campaign to call them selkirks? <br /><br />Will I be able to coax Budza to scuba lessons at our local dive shop? He will need to learn to swim, first. I the meantime, we can enjoy the deep vicariously. Or <a href="http://aquaticus.info/Links">build our own ROV</a>.<br /><br />If exploring by ROV floats your own boat, don't miss the following blogs:<br />Karen Romano Young's fabulous ocean science blog, <a href="http://bubble-n-squeak.blogspot.com/">Bubble and Squeak</a><br />The "live dive" blog over at National Geographic's <a href="http://www.shipwreckcentral.com/livedive/index.html">Shipwreck Central</a><br />The maritime archaeology blog at from the <a href="http://muablog.wordpress.com/">Underwater Blogger</a> at the Museum of Underwater Archaeology<div class="blogger-post-footer">Ann posted a new entry as Glass Salamander on BlogSpot.</div>Ann Downer-Hazellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06719787408538750010noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8347822880711859595.post-27233220514884304582008-12-08T07:37:00.000-08:002008-12-08T10:27:59.502-08:00Birdsong and Books<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTz0fESwcZwjMVyfLwGyw8wpUi5svkp-1ALNhTM92TGMj9H5hYfZvrNZbWAFQanQKhaPL2aRJgV8B7jnq4iT3Vxcahp3XpdtgIkGWnwVPDEruNjF78kWmmV1m8uHD0Qa1Tu8RGIBmWGDk/s1600-h/IMG_0700.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTz0fESwcZwjMVyfLwGyw8wpUi5svkp-1ALNhTM92TGMj9H5hYfZvrNZbWAFQanQKhaPL2aRJgV8B7jnq4iT3Vxcahp3XpdtgIkGWnwVPDEruNjF78kWmmV1m8uHD0Qa1Tu8RGIBmWGDk/s320/IMG_0700.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277445999872221250" /></a><br />I am listening to a radio broadcast of Messiaen’s <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Olivier_Messiaen#Birdsong_and_the_1960s">birdsongs set to music</a>, and thinking of working at the Hampshire Typothetae in Northampton, Massachusetts, round about 1980. It reminded me of listening to the Morning Pro Musica radio broadcasts of the late, great <a href="http://robertjlurtsema.org/">Robert J. Lurtsema</a>, which always began with a very long recording of natural birdsong. I remember listening to Robert J’s best gravelly baritone introducing Ravi Shankar ragas while snow fell outside the printing studio and we all (printmaker <a href="http://www.moser-pennyroyal.com/Biography.html">Barry Moser</a>, poet <a href="http://www.ausablepress.org/b_coppercanyon.html">Chase Twitchell</a>, master printer Harold McGrath) drank coffee and played Pitch. Magical company and magical times for a 19-year-old Smith College sophomore. I mostly distributed type (de-composed the type and put it away), swept the floors, and made coffee --and felt very, very lucky to be there.<br /><br />Moser was working then finishing his <a href="http://www.moser-pennyroyal.com/History%20of%20Pennyroyal%20Press.html">Pennyroyal Press</a> edition of <span style="font-style:italic;">Alice in Wonderland </span>and beginning work on <span style="font-style:italic;">Moby Dick</span>. I was interning at the Typothetae one or twice a week, as I recall, and working for Ruth Mortimer in the Smith College Rare Book room. All those rare books and letterpress arcana worked their way in to the books of my Spellkey fantasies, especially the final book <span style="font-style:italic;">The Books of the Keepers</span>.<div class="blogger-post-footer">Ann posted a new entry as Glass Salamander on BlogSpot.</div>Ann Downer-Hazellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06719787408538750010noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8347822880711859595.post-889724662992797832008-12-01T09:40:00.000-08:002008-12-01T10:01:46.719-08:00Time Lords<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9X0c3XL878Sjq9Xx6g4DC4AWCt-nHXCrdt6ODT7ZXS6gV4yecei0I2MuLOoQAvzuv5Q7r7SqR1YU5devIFQAPKrZi3dEADb_WJ1DT4ZuGKzujggqDL6LJFKVejQnNRCKW6wViaVJU_3Y/s1600-h/CutOutDoctor.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 121px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9X0c3XL878Sjq9Xx6g4DC4AWCt-nHXCrdt6ODT7ZXS6gV4yecei0I2MuLOoQAvzuv5Q7r7SqR1YU5devIFQAPKrZi3dEADb_WJ1DT4ZuGKzujggqDL6LJFKVejQnNRCKW6wViaVJU_3Y/s320/CutOutDoctor.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274883198420643810" /></a><br />Has anyone else noticed some parallels between the Old Ones in Susan Cooper's <span style="font-style:italic;"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Dark_Is_Rising">Dark Is Rising</a></span> sequence and the Time Lords of the Doctor Who universe? The connection came to me listening to the audiobook of <span style="font-style:italic;">Silver on the Tree</span> with the Budza. I could quite happily listen to Alex Jennings read the phone book.<br /><br />My friends keep telling me I need an Intervention for my <a href="http://doctorwhomania.blogspot.com/">Doctor Who problem</a>, which is really not a Doctor Who problem but a <a href="http://www.david-tennant.com/">David Tennant</a> problem. It's keeping me off the streets, true, but also keeping me away from other things I could and should be doing. But it feeds the Muse.<br /><br />But in a completely different way than the Cooper does. I sink into her stories like a stone, always marveling at the command of language, the perfect pitch, the perfect marriage of closely observed family life on the one hand, and mind-boggling magical cosmology on the other. No one does supernatural scary quite like Susan Cooper, except possibly the late, great Martin Booth.<div class="blogger-post-footer">Ann posted a new entry as Glass Salamander on BlogSpot.</div>Ann Downer-Hazellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06719787408538750010noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8347822880711859595.post-70626347323120748932008-09-15T16:03:00.000-07:002008-09-16T16:05:27.619-07:00The Old Man in the Corner<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdhv9qTz6_26pKVDS4nE1qNBaWyyciupbh4CdtyRlj-3OWgw6MKgCNeciLUr4SjngYBbgb16u9_hraFlJq8zAC6VauRU-KODXumEEOW70XnM0STNE-lz6SSu7lMK41dfixCc2IwOewX1I/s1600-h/200px-Theoldmaninthecorner1909.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdhv9qTz6_26pKVDS4nE1qNBaWyyciupbh4CdtyRlj-3OWgw6MKgCNeciLUr4SjngYBbgb16u9_hraFlJq8zAC6VauRU-KODXumEEOW70XnM0STNE-lz6SSu7lMK41dfixCc2IwOewX1I/s320/200px-Theoldmaninthecorner1909.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246395888117367570" /></a><br />This might not seem to have much to do with children's literature, except that I am always interested in finding mysteries digestible by the newish reader that don't necessarily feature amateur teen detectives (fine as those junior detectives are--I'll be posting soon about <a href="http://www.bellairsia.com/">John Bellairs</a>). I'm thinking here of books suitable for boys and girls, which a young mystery addict is ready to dip into the adult mystery canon--the tantalizing books in the adult section of the public library with either Sherlock Holmes in profile or a skull on the spine, to signal that murderous mayhem is inside. A fourth grader who starts with "The Speckled Band" or "The Hound of the Baskervilles" may find enough thrills to be motivated to work her or his way through some of the challenging vocabulary of some of the other stories, or even the novellas.<br /><br />But after that, what other books from the adult section work for kids--holding their interest, accessible enough in terms of plot and dialogue, and appropriate in their presentation of adult themes? The modern day mystery is a PG-13 or R rated experprise. Will the safer G and PG mysteries of the first 50 years of the 20th century yield some gems that can be enjoyed by the middle grade reader?<br /><br />By the time I was ten, I was borrowing my father's paperback editions of Agatha Christie. The two I still own are <span style="font-style:italic;"><a href="http://us.agathachristie.com/site/find_a_story/stories/The_Labours_of_Hercules.php">The Labors of Hecrules</a></span> (1947) and <span style="font-style:italic;"><a href="http://us.agathachristie.com/site/find_a_story/stories/The_Labours_of_Hercules.php">The Adventure of the Christmas Pudding</a></span> (1960), now in print as <span style="font-style:italic;">Hercule Poirot's Christmas</span>. This was around 1971, were living in Southeast Asia at the time, and my father would be on the balcony or the veranda, on a chaise lounge, in Bermuda shorts, with a drink going in an old fashioned glass, reading another mystery or possibly a spy novel by John Le Carre. Every now and then I get out the yellowed, battered paperbacks and enjoy them again. I also keep in the bedside table one or the other of the two volume complete Sherlock Holmes. <br /><br />So I've downloaded from <a href="www.librivox.org">Librivox</a> Baroness Orczy's <span style="font-style:italic;">The Old Man in the Corner</span>, about the unnamed protangonist of the title, who relates the solutions to unsolved crimes to the young female journalist he meets in a teashop. These are probably too challenging for Budza (going on nine) but I bet they would be great for the 11 year old mystery enthusiast. I am just into the second story of the collection, but they rely heavily on all the turns of plot that have since become mystery tropes, but that Orczy, author of The Scarlet Pimpernel, originated. The Old Man in the Corner is widely considered to the first armchair detective, and while he has a very low index in the swashbuckle department, the puzzles themselves are intricate and devious.<br /><br />There is a huge collection of old mysteries over at <a href="http://gaslight.mtroyal.ca/">Project Gaslight</a>--mysteries written between 1800 (!) and 1909. Probably the more stilted sytle, leisurely pacing, and Victorian vocabulary will take careful parental vetting to find stories that will grab and hold the young reader, but I think the effort will be well rewarded.<div class="blogger-post-footer">Ann posted a new entry as Glass Salamander on BlogSpot.</div>Ann Downer-Hazellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06719787408538750010noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8347822880711859595.post-20088072377776638142008-06-25T18:23:00.001-07:002008-06-26T04:31:46.024-07:00Get Your GAWA Gear at Cafe Press<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSzJMdIGT-mKIjEEJXKcmg2X79Nt0PdBpjWcivZh8qZAUuknKMWRO1EguHTMR07nPb2Mkt2vgn3-7ykjCWdT0Yo4BLvW0EEKRokAf7GyRNDG7mZEohS3ZeOJEy8gv5hLQxka1f4e9lHsA/s1600-h/AdultShirtFINAL.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSzJMdIGT-mKIjEEJXKcmg2X79Nt0PdBpjWcivZh8qZAUuknKMWRO1EguHTMR07nPb2Mkt2vgn3-7ykjCWdT0Yo4BLvW0EEKRokAf7GyRNDG7mZEohS3ZeOJEy8gv5hLQxka1f4e9lHsA/s320/AdultShirtFINAL.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216000076744421554" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyFZ7oG-MQPOVKn8WQjrNnUTNAEqX6G0y5b1DJDzNNtFuT9r6z0tGyjcMwe_baNj197iRGE838lSV_NAJyj5vsn1WwUppWePCo762KyzDcsdJip4Emsq3NBLkYuT78RfHnl09j9SShg5s/s1600-h/271419372v15_150x150_Front.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyFZ7oG-MQPOVKn8WQjrNnUTNAEqX6G0y5b1DJDzNNtFuT9r6z0tGyjcMwe_baNj197iRGE838lSV_NAJyj5vsn1WwUppWePCo762KyzDcsdJip4Emsq3NBLkYuT78RfHnl09j9SShg5s/s320/271419372v15_150x150_Front.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215995362546036274" /></a><br />I am very excited to announce <a href="http://www.cafepress.com/gawagear">GAWA Gear</a>, the Cafe Press Shop of anndowner.com. Yes, you can now flaunt your wizard pride. Show the world you Got Magic through a selection of T-shirts, onesies, hoodies, mugs, and stickers. Sport the official GAWA logo (featuring the fabulous artwork of Omar Rayyan) or let the world know that "Magic Hatches" by sipping your favorite potion from a "Magic Hatches" mug. 100% of the profit will go to the literacy charity <a href="http://www.jstart.org/">JumpStart</a>. If you get a shirt, please submit a picture of yourself wearing it to the guestbook account at <a href="http://www.anndowner.com/">anndowner.com</a><div class="blogger-post-footer">Ann posted a new entry as Glass Salamander on BlogSpot.</div>Ann Downer-Hazellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06719787408538750010noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8347822880711859595.post-16846973746175757082008-06-16T10:25:00.000-07:002008-06-16T10:48:14.846-07:00And the winners are....<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmYVY791voA7T3umUGqaeLQWzqFF3of-sygSStfXZLcyjKgYyyoLDoioQqb9uY9doXlp797GCzByEcSjafD4Nn_sFGO3pxSUjQb_LHTu47DR3VKW0rwWXuI6m0dSI3LSvad0S31qwYltY/s1600-h/4.Dragon_fire_side.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmYVY791voA7T3umUGqaeLQWzqFF3of-sygSStfXZLcyjKgYyyoLDoioQqb9uY9doXlp797GCzByEcSjafD4Nn_sFGO3pxSUjQb_LHTu47DR3VKW0rwWXuI6m0dSI3LSvad0S31qwYltY/s320/4.Dragon_fire_side.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212536053065685634" /></a><br />Yes, winners plural. The entries for the <a href="http://anndowner.blogspot.com/2008/04/2008-design-dragon-contest-rules-posted.html">2008 Design-a-Dragon contest</a> were so imaginative and captivating I couldn't choose just one winner. So I am pleased to announce a three-way tie:<br /><br />Evan, a sixth grader from Simsbury, CT, for his Three-Horned Paleon.<br /><br />Ella, a second grader from Calgary, Alberta, Canada, for her 3D model [shown here] of a <span style="font-style:italic;">Florella marvoses</span> guarding her eggs.<br /><br />Norah, a third grader from Silver Lake, CA, for her Silver Leaf Dragon, <span style="font-style:italic;">Sestertius bractea</span>.<br /><br />Congratulations to the winners, and to everyone who entered. Each of the winning dragons will be featured in the next Hatching Magic book. <br /><br />Detials about the winning entries, the runners up, and a full gallery of all the entries will be posted soon to <a href="http://www.anndowner.com/">anndowner.com</a>.<div class="blogger-post-footer">Ann posted a new entry as Glass Salamander on BlogSpot.</div>Ann Downer-Hazellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06719787408538750010noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8347822880711859595.post-68515888778633619032008-05-15T05:21:00.001-07:002008-05-15T05:24:15.157-07:00Dragon Contest Update<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzkypMBpX0nZ1y9CZQ2eTUo3TbCaVGxslNKzJTfY60kTF0Rd-ZP4drE8eUMlMBUa-6qOlMdOgMrO9qhumcfpMAjBYbWle2rfaR6VY5y8xnUdMu5OBZJuE4yRRTxXifRAbDCMfmCOfTOj0/s1600-h/contest-scroll.gif"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzkypMBpX0nZ1y9CZQ2eTUo3TbCaVGxslNKzJTfY60kTF0Rd-ZP4drE8eUMlMBUa-6qOlMdOgMrO9qhumcfpMAjBYbWle2rfaR6VY5y8xnUdMu5OBZJuE4yRRTxXifRAbDCMfmCOfTOj0/s320/contest-scroll.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200579329355935762" /></a><br />Only fifteen days left in the <a href="http://www.anndowner.com/news/latest_news.html">2008 Design-a-Dragon contest</a>! Get those entries in for a chance to win! And all entries will be posted to the Readers' Gallery at <a href="www.anndowner.com">anndowner.com</a>.<div class="blogger-post-footer">Ann posted a new entry as Glass Salamander on BlogSpot.</div>Ann Downer-Hazellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06719787408538750010noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8347822880711859595.post-18345702388806513352008-05-13T06:48:00.001-07:002008-05-15T05:20:16.853-07:00A Cloud of Hummingbirds<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBbUmrl4rb4ZLOOucTFTGUAQwrmo__dckJvWH7kbKeUcQmZfw1Wc8e6tYXdq7n2JzeqG8PY4FR3zzvYm9j5MWUd-O8bEUKZliQpehsrOUX_KRItGEINTg6I1mzOD5L9yogZmldB-NlNg8/s1600-h/DSCN2720.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBbUmrl4rb4ZLOOucTFTGUAQwrmo__dckJvWH7kbKeUcQmZfw1Wc8e6tYXdq7n2JzeqG8PY4FR3zzvYm9j5MWUd-O8bEUKZliQpehsrOUX_KRItGEINTg6I1mzOD5L9yogZmldB-NlNg8/s320/DSCN2720.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199860119902351362" /></a><br />I am just back from <a href="http://www.kindlingwords.org/">Kindling Words West</a> at <a href="http://www.ghostranch.org/">Ghost Ranch, Abiquiu</a>, New Mexico. Mind-boggling creative experience. Mesas + stars + hummingbirds + the desert + the sky + a labyrinth + solitude to write + 37 other writers hang with. Amazing.<div class="blogger-post-footer">Ann posted a new entry as Glass Salamander on BlogSpot.</div>Ann Downer-Hazellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06719787408538750010noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8347822880711859595.post-21548762359038462402008-04-30T20:07:00.000-07:002008-04-30T20:26:40.683-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBLcqxnRFxAr1FqXfXXF2diIJLewkNHKCxRmPSV13vk36bNrde0J2ACinu6kS6vSunXnngK62p08kujLMGUytK5eHl5WH67mrUsHmE3oBOD4rCnnGfmvJmFL7kFfZMLn1tGeV8MPXa3NI/s1600-h/krakdragon.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBLcqxnRFxAr1FqXfXXF2diIJLewkNHKCxRmPSV13vk36bNrde0J2ACinu6kS6vSunXnngK62p08kujLMGUytK5eHl5WH67mrUsHmE3oBOD4rCnnGfmvJmFL7kFfZMLn1tGeV8MPXa3NI/s320/krakdragon.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195245657850690690" /></a><br />It was the Scholastic Book Fair at Budza’s school today. He was eager to get an <a href="http://www.alexrider.com/">Alex Rider</a> spy novel, having read the graphic novel version of <span style="font-style:italic;">Stormbreaker</span> down in Virginia, visiting his Gammie. It was buy one book, get a second book free, and his choice for his free book was a Scholastic book about dragons.<br /><br />I have to say, I judged it by its formulaic cover, and figured he’d be much more excited about the Alex Rider book. But he wanted to show his dad this one first, and it was what he wanted to read aloud at bed time. It turned out to be a pretty good survery of world dragon legends. When we got to the description of Krak’s Dragon, and a statue that spat real fire, I called out to my husband in our home office down the hall to Google <span style="font-style:italic;">Krakow</span> and <span style="font-style:italic;">dragon</span> and lo and behold, a very cool statue breathing fire, right in front of Wawel Castle (Wawel Castle, King Krak, a hero named Skuba, a princess named Wilma, a dragon that drinks half of the river Vistula…the whole thing might have sprung up from the mind of John Cleese or Eric Idle). You do have to wonder, if Skuba was clever enough to kill the dragon, why Krakow isn’t called Skubow.<br /><br />It turns out that the Poles do love their dragons, and <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Smok_Wawelski">Smok Wawelski</a> or Smok the Dragon shows up in many aspects of Polish life, including <a href="http://culture.polishsite.us/articles/art302fr.htm">school plays</a>. I had an early turn on the stage at Madison Elementary as the swagman in Waltzing Matilda (the start of a long acting career in which I never, ever, ever got the ingénue part, but played swagmen, Fern’s mother in <span style="font-style:italic;">Charlotte’s Web</span>, the Badger in <span style="font-style:italic;">Wind in the Willows,</span> and an old lady in a Helen Hayes part). How much more fun to be a dragon. <br /><br />Little did I realize when Hatching Magic came out in Polish that it fit into such a storied line of Polish dragon legends.<div class="blogger-post-footer">Ann posted a new entry as Glass Salamander on BlogSpot.</div>Ann Downer-Hazellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06719787408538750010noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8347822880711859595.post-21454630856842077462008-04-21T04:53:00.001-07:002008-04-21T04:55:34.815-07:002008 Design-a-Dragon Contest Rules Posted<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1U5TahtILQr2Tuj9AEzC-lpUUbYosN5g2uKWs85Q0m91KR7yqCtzNRu11qhOQkko0CnQsDm9cANFnBxs5guL1oz9LO98XjgDRwjrrGCiUyrvJnJ0ETxxaMsGl3fTRFL52yPSL4-HKq2k/s1600-h/contest-scroll.gif"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1U5TahtILQr2Tuj9AEzC-lpUUbYosN5g2uKWs85Q0m91KR7yqCtzNRu11qhOQkko0CnQsDm9cANFnBxs5guL1oz9LO98XjgDRwjrrGCiUyrvJnJ0ETxxaMsGl3fTRFL52yPSL4-HKq2k/s320/contest-scroll.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191665956529183682" /></a><br />The rules and entry form for the 2008 Design-a-Dragon contest for dragon designers ages 12 and under have now been posted at <a href="http://www.anndowner.com">anndowner.com</a>. Enter now--the lucky winner will have their dragon incorporated into the plot of Hatching Magic 3 and the runners up will be featured on the website. Stay tuned to this blog for contest updates.<div class="blogger-post-footer">Ann posted a new entry as Glass Salamander on BlogSpot.</div>Ann Downer-Hazellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06719787408538750010noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8347822880711859595.post-7559610178313737072008-04-20T05:15:00.000-07:002008-04-20T13:29:07.729-07:00A Skirmish on the Green<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2qzPbpsxFTX6ljTBXVEOoU3FeJzremfIH0uMc88LBN-Tm2JRuG6S9la0EMPXV7wlBlcLYpxoNyGwknKm5-klOjaNIl06e1UXRppvGCJvV_K8pXI2kZaEhcnBeFf-9C9muBjykWgY3V20/s1600-h/DSCN0172.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2qzPbpsxFTX6ljTBXVEOoU3FeJzremfIH0uMc88LBN-Tm2JRuG6S9la0EMPXV7wlBlcLYpxoNyGwknKm5-klOjaNIl06e1UXRppvGCJvV_K8pXI2kZaEhcnBeFf-9C9muBjykWgY3V20/s320/DSCN0172.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191427156347526034" /></a><br />Yesterday the Budza and my husband went to the <a href="http://www.nps.gov/mima/">Minuteman National Historic Site</a> in Concord, Mass, to watch a <a href="http://www.battleroad.org/">reenactment</a> of the Revolutionary War battle of Lexington and Concord on April 19, 1775. Budza remarked on how young the drummer-boys were. Because the reenactment was being held in a National Park, no one could fall down dead. Apparently there is a law against playing dead in national parks. Why do I think this might have something to do with anti-war protesters and the Vietnam War? Hmmmm.<br /><br /> It also happened to be the 100th birthday of the <a href="http://www.paulreverehouse.org/">Paul Revere House Museum</a> in Boston, and the Boston Globe had a spectacular picture of their show-stopping cake, a towering architectural likeness of the house in <span style="font-style:italic;">genoise</span> and buttercream and what look like a solid chocolate horse and rider out front. If I can find a version to post here, I will. <br /><br />Funny story about the Paul Revere House. It used to be an additional stop on Boston’s Freedom Trail; admission wasn't included on the <a href="http://www.thefreedomtrail.org/maps/pdfs/boston-nps-map.pdf">Freedom Trail</a> tour, so if you wanted to go in, it was an extra dollar or dollar-fifty. A good friend of mine used to say that she never actually went in to the museum, because she always spent her remaining $1.50 on a cannoli from an Italian bakery in Boston’s North End.<br /><br />All this mustering got me thinking about books. Of course the classic <span style="font-style:italic;">Johnny Tremain</span> comes to mind, the 1944 Newbury medal winner by Esther Forbes. Nice bio of Forbes <a href="http://www.wpi.edu/Academics/Library/Archives/WAuthors/forbes/bio.html">here</a>…she was a Worcester, MA, native. <br /><br />Then there is Robert Lawson’s <span style="font-style:italic;">Ben and Me: An Astonishing Life of Ben Frankling by His Good Mouse Amos</span> (Little Brown, 1939). Lawson also wrote <span style="font-style:italic;">Mr. Revere and I: Being an Account of Certain Episodes in the Career of Paul Revere, Esq. As Recently Revealed by His Horse</span>.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.grpl.org/yourlibrary/kids/reading/pdf/colonial.pdf">Huge list</a> of both picture books and chapter books on life in Colonial America and the Revolutionary War here on the website of the Grand Rapids Public Library. <br /><br />Pictures of the 2008 reenactment of the battle of Lexington and Concord used with the kind permission of “Budza” Hazell.<div class="blogger-post-footer">Ann posted a new entry as Glass Salamander on BlogSpot.</div>Ann Downer-Hazellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06719787408538750010noreply@blogger.com0