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Books as Gifts

It doesn’t have to be Christmas for a book to be the perfect gift.

How many of you had a special book that you read when you were a child? Do you remember a book, or story, that stuck with you throughout your life that brings a smile to your face whenever you think about it? How wonderful would it be to give that kind of gift to someone you care about?

The beauty of books is that they don’t have to be expensive to make an impression. An inexpensive used book can still transport a child, or adult, to another world. A science fiction book can be the foundation for life-long learning. A biography can be the impetus that encourages a child to aspire to be like their hero.

I recall happily reading Madeleine L’Engle’s A Wrinkle in Time when I was in the fourth grade. I learned the word “tesseract” and I had a vague understanding about the fourth dimension and movement within time and space. It didn’t make me an expert but the information has stayed with me all my life. We recently went to see the movie, Interstellar, Tesseractand even though most of the space travel talk was well over my head, I could maintain some semblance of understanding due to having read A Wrinkle in Time as a child. That is knowledge that created a bridge in my life that spans over four decades!

Even though movies and music can also impact our lives as we grow, what other medium can be given so freely and can hold its value, whether sentimental or monetary, better than a book?

Take the time to find out what your family member or friend wants to read. Find an old book you loved reading and share it with someone you love. Look for a first edition of your son or daughter’s favorite book or maybe find a copy signed by the author. That book will become a valued treasure in the years to come.

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“Where’s Papa Going With That Ax?”

“In a poll of librarians, teachers, publishers and authors, the trade magazine Publisher’s Weekly asked for a list of the best children’s books ever published in the United States. Hands down, the No. 1 book was E.B. White’s Charlotte’s Web.”~~From NPR’s Fresh Air and a review by Maureen Corrigan of “How E.B. White Spun ‘Charlotte’s Web‘”.

After I heard this review and read the excerpt from Michael Sims’ book, “The Story of Charlotte’s Web”, I had a better understanding of what motivated E.B. White to write this classic story. The story of Charlotte’s Web is tantamount to a handbook of sorts for children growing up in this beautiful, yet sometimes heartbreaking, world. And even though Charlotte’s Web was published in 1952, life in 2012 really isn’t that different. We don’t like to see the most vulnerable in our society hurt. We all want to be accepted for who we are. We all want loyal friends that will stick with us until the bitter end. And we all want to be remembered for doing something meaningful in our lives, no matter how seemingly insignificant, even after we’re gone. These are big, big concepts for a small child but E.B. White managed to make them all, and more, bite-sized and easily digestible for the child reader.

Here’s what we know about E.B. White: He was born in New York in 1899. He served in the army before attending university. After he graduated from Cornell University, he worked as a reporter for a while, and was a writer for The New Yorker and Harper’s Magazine. His wife, Katherine White, was the fiction editor for The New Yorker and regularly reviewed children’s literature. Even though Mr. White was already quite accomplished and well known in the industry, it was at his wife’s prodding that he began to set his children’s stories to paper. And for the record, there was a barn, there was a Charlotte, there was a pig on a farm, there was a rope swing, there were hundreds of tiny spiders born of a spider’s egg sac. All of these things influenced one of the greatest stories for children of all times.

I have to thank my third grade teacher again. Miss Pruski. I mentioned her in one of my prior posts about Roald Dahl, for enticing us to read by reading a few chapters of a book out loud, then stopping and making us check the book out of the library to find out how the book ended.

Charlotte’s Web was one of those books. From the opening line of the book (probably, one of the best opening lines ever):

“Where’s Papa going with that axe?” said Fern to her mother as they were setting the table for breakfast.

We are drawn into a story that immediately sets us on edge and makes us worry until Fern is able to stop the horrible deed from occurring. We feel her love for little Wilbur as she takes responsibility for something so vulnerable. I can still remember how the illustrations of the book made me feel. I wanted a baby pig so badly!! The pictures of Wilbur being cradled and bottle-fed by Fern and the one of Wilbur in a doll carriage almost made me want to go out and buy a baby carriage (and I wasn’t that type of kid) and later, pictures of Charlotte and her famous webs, and all the animals who inhabit the farm stay with me to this day. The illustrations were created by famous children’s book illustrator Garth Williams and set a gorgeous tone that allowed us all to actually see the farm and all of the animals that lived there. The illustrations are worth their own blog post, they are so beautiful and so telling.

I’m not going to re-tell the story of Charlotte’s Web here but I will say if you haven’t read this book, you need to read it as soon as you can make the time to do so. I don’t care how old you are, the issues in this book have relevance that will resonate in you for the rest of your life because in this book, you will find that heroes can exist in all shapes and sizes, irregardless of age or gender. You will be reminded that you can’t judge someone by the way they look. You will understand that although we can’t always help our nature, we can still do good things and be loyal to the people who love us. You will remember that everyone needs someone to think we’re “terrific”, “humble”, or just plain good.

“You have been my friend,” replied Charlotte. “That in itself is a tremendous thing…after all, what’s a life anyway? We’re born, we live a little while, we die…By helping you, perhaps I was trying to lift up my life a trifle. Heaven knows anyone’s life can stand a little of that.”

Charlotte’s Web isn’t E.B. White’s only children’s book. He also wrote Stuart Little, which was published in 1945, and the Trumpet of the Swan, which was published in 1970.

A  first edition copy of Charlotte’s Web in hardcover, in good or better condition without a dust jacket, can be found selling for several hundred dollars and up. A copy with a dust jacket in good or better condition, and the initials IB on the copyright page to signify a true first edition, can be found for sale for several hundred dollars all the way up to several thousand dollars. Because E.B. White did not usually sign any of his books, there are very few signed books currently on the market but the few that are signed are selling for about $4,000 and a copy inscribed from Mr. White to his daughters is currently on the market for over $20,000.00.

This was a significant book in my life. I won’t say the most significant because I was such an avid reader I had many significant reads, but I will say that Charlotte’s Web forever changed the way I looked at animals and their daily lives. It helped me define what a best friend should be and what loyalty meant. It also taught me that life moves in cycles. Most of it joyous and life affirming. I also think this was my first encounter, as a child, with the death of a prominent character and even though it made me cry, I learned that life goes on.

Wilbur never forgot Charlotte. Although he loved her children and grandchildren dearly, none of the new spiders quite took her place in his heart. She was in a class by herself. It is not often that someone comes along who is a true friend and a good writer. Charlotte was both.


New Interpretation of Where the Wild Things Are

I have to apologize for the lag between postings. Life caught up with me these last few weeks. I’m working on a post about a new children’s book that’s coming out next month that I’ll be posting soon but until then, listen and enjoy to one of the funniest, and most sarcastic, interpretations of Where the Wild Things Are by Maurice Sendak.

Reading and commentary by actor, Christopher Walken.


She Was Beautiful and Loyal to the End

“I’ve got a new friend, all right. But what a gamble friendship is! Charlotte is fierce, brutal, scheming, bloodthirsty—everything I don’t like. How can I learn to like her, even though she is pretty and, of course, clever?”


Whatever Walked There, Walked Alone

There are some more “children’s” books that influenced me when I was a child, and I still want to talk about them, but Julian (who commented on my Survey Monday post about your favorite children’s book) got me to thinking about scary “adult” books I read as a child that not only scared me, but influenced the way I read as an adult. The very first book that came to mind was The Haunting of Hill House by Shirley Jackson.

Shirley Jackson influenced modern day horror writers such as Stephen King, Neil Gaiman, and Richard Matheson. In his book, Danse Macabre, King wrote about Jackon’s opening paragraph of The Haunting of Hill House, “I think there are few if any descriptive passages in the English language that are any finer than this; it is the sort of quiet epiphany every writer hopes for: words that somehow transcend the sum of the parts.”

I am not ashamed to admit that this book scared the living crap out of me. I was one of those kids who walked around with their nose constantly buried in a book. While staying at my grandmother’s house on weekends and for summer vacations, there were very few kids in the neighborhood so I was left to entertain myself. There was an old bookshelf of Reader’s Digest Condensed Books and another shelf of The Encyclopedia of Knowledge that were my “go-to” books when I got bored. I read everything on those shelves over and over again. Old Yeller, A Tree Grows in Brooklyn, Mrs. ‘Arris Goes to Paris, and many others. The only one I didn’t read more than once was The Haunting of Hill House. I have read it many times since, as an adult, but only once as a child.

Shirley Jackson was a writer that made you think. She made you think of scary things. Not “in your face” scary. More like sneaky, “slink-around-the-corner-and-hit-you-before-you-know-it” scary. Make you “stay-awake-all-night-and-think-about-it” scary. The Haunting of Hill House isn’t a book for kids. Neither is IT, but that’s for another blog post.

Consider this, the opening paragraph from The Haunting of Hill House, considered by some to be the very best opening paragraph in horror fiction:

“No live organism can continue for long to exist sanely under conditions of absolute reality; even larks and katydids are supposed, by some, to dream. Hill house, not sane, stood by itself against its hills, holding darkness within; it had stood so for 80 years and might for 80 more. Within, walls continued upright, bricks met neatly, floors were firm, and doors sensibly shut; silence lay steadily against the wood and stone of Hill House, and whatever walked there, walked alone.”

Now. Turn off all your lights and turn on your little, tiny, insignificant book light and read it again. Tell me that you didn’t finish reading that paragraph and stop to quickly take a peek around your darkened room.

Jackson makes it a point of telling us Hill House’s walls are upright, it’s floors are firm, the brickwork is good, and doors are squarely framed. “This isn’t a scary looking house,” she says. It looks normal. It’s a strong house. It been standing for 80 years and may be standing for another 80 years. But she also makes it a point of telling us that Hill House is “not sane”. Can a house be insane? Or is she already, in one gloriously written paragraph, juxtaposing the real and the unreal, the sane versus the insane, in an attempt to set us up for what is to come?

When Hill House was published, Jackson was already well known for her shocking and haunted short story, The Lottery, which is a tiny gem of horror all by itself. The Lottery was published in 1948 by The New Yorker and garnered more negative letters and complaints than any other story had at that time. Proof that Jackson’s writing struck a chord and struck it hard. By the time Hill House was published in 1959, Jackson had already published numerous short stories for well over 20 magazines and was also a published children’s author with several other novels for adults under her belt.

Hill House is a story about a woman, Eleanor, who is among two women chosen to participate in an experiment of sorts. Dr. Montague, a “little man both knowledgeable and stubborn” is the man renting Hill House to do his paranormal investigations. Theodora is a a flaky, flirty, possibly bisexual invitee and Luke is the future owner of Hill House. The ladies, Eleanor and Theodora, are chosen to participate because they have a history with paranormal activity. Eleanor is a bit of a sad sack. She’s had a lackluster life taking care of a sick mother and now, she is dealing with an overly demanding sister and brother in law who were never around when the mother was sick but moved right in as soon as she passed. They are so dismissive of Eleanor and her wants and desires, they treat her as though she is a child who is unable to take care of herself. The brother in law goes so far as to “check” to see if Doctor Montague is a real person when he begins writing Eleanor to ask her if she is interested in participating in his investigations. Is this done out of concern for Eleanor or is this done because neither her sister, nor her brother in law, can believe that Eleanor would be of interest to anyone? My guess would be the latter. Eleanor is desperately searching for a place to belong. A place that wants her to be there and she thinks she’s found it in Hill House.

So, is the house haunted? Or is it in the main character’s imagination? Is the house insane? Are the characters insane? Does it really matter? The Haunting of Hill House has been analyzed every which way but loose. Google it and you’ll find dozens of links to scholarly articles and themes by writers and students of all levels, all devoted to in-depth analysis of the meaning behind Hill House. The fact of the matter is that regardless of what the meaning is behind Hill House, it’s a terrifying read. There are no gimmicky stunts and no over-used tricks to scare you. The frights are there because we are there. We are the inquisitive investigator of the supernatural. We are the damaged, lonely woman looking for a place to belong. We are the confident, brassy woman looking to have a little bit of strange fun. And we are the young man whose interest is only in making sure there is no collateral damage. We don’t want to be there but we don’t want to leave either. Well, I take that back. We may not want to leave at first, but when we are ready to leave, the House won’t be giving us up so easily.

We are Eleanor when she first gets to Hill House and encounters the caretaker, Mrs. Dudley, and we laugh along with her when Mrs. Dudley tells her:

“I don’t stay after I set out dinner,” Mrs. Dudley went on. “Not after it begins to get dark. I leave before dark comes.”
“I know,” Eleanor said.
“We live over in the town, six miles away.”
“Yes,” Eleanor said, remembering Hillsdale.
“So there won’t be anyone around if you need help.”
“I understand.”
“We couldn’t even hear you, in the night.”
“I don’t suppose—“
“No one could. No one lives any nearer than the town. No one else will come any nearer than that.”
“I know,” Eleanor said tiredly.
“In the night,” Mrs. Dudley said, and smiled outright. “In the dark,” she said, and closed the door behind her.
Eleanor almost giggled, thinking of herself calling, “Oh, Mrs. Dudley, I need your help in the dark,” and then she shivered.

What made Hill House and Jackson so unique for their time was the fact that women were not writing books, or short stories for that matter, that centered around horrific circumstances and/or places AND the way that Jackson used terror, not horror, to entrance her reading audience and to force them to examine their fears with a microscope until they were ready to rip their eyes to shreds.

If you think I’m exaggerating, I submit, as evidence, the following paragraphs from The Haunting of Hill House. Just prior to the scenes quoted below, Eleanor, who sometimes goes by Nell, and Theodora are sharing Eleanor’s bedroom because earlier, Theodora’s room was trashed and words were written (HELP ELEANOR COME HOME ELEANOR) in red blood (paint?) on the wall and the paint (blood?) was all over Theodora’s clothes. The doctor has locked up Theodora’s room and  moved a bed into Eleanor’s room so they can both sleep there. It is time for bed.

“Sitting up in the two beds beside each other, Eleanor and Theodora reached out between and held hands tight; the room was brutally cold and thickly dark. From the room next door, the room which until that morning had been Theodora’s, came the steady low sound of a voice babbling, too low for words to be understood, too steady for disbelief. Holding hands so hard that each of them could feel the other‟s bones, Eleanor and Theodora listened, and the low, steady sound went on and on, the voice lifting sometimes for an emphasis on a mumbled word, falling sometimes to a breath, going on and on.”

“Theodora’s grasp loosened, and tightened, and Eleanor, lulled for a minute by the sounds, started and looked across to where Theodora ought to be in the darkness, and then thought, screamingly, Why is it dark? Why is it dark? She rolled and clutched Theodora’s hand with both of hers, and tried to speak and could not, and held on, blindly, and frozen, trying to stand her mind on its feet, trying to reason again. We left the light on, she told herself, so why is it dark?”

“Now, Eleanor thought, perceiving that she was lying sideways on the bed in the black darkness, holding with both hands to Theodora’s hand, holding so tight she could feel the fine bones of Theodora’s fingers, now, I will not endure this. They think to scare me. Well, they have. I am scared, but more than that, I am a person, I am human, I am a walking reasoning humorous human being and I will take a lot from this lunatic filthy house but I will not go along with hurting a child, no, I will not; I will by God get my mouth to open right now and I will yell I will I will yell ‘STOP IT,’ she shouted, and the lights were on the way they had left them and Theodora was sitting up in bed, startled and disheveled. ‘What?’ Theodora was saying. ‘What, Nell? What?’ ‘God God,’ Eleanor said, flinging herself out of bed and across the room to stand shuddering in a corner, ‘God God—whose hand was I holding?'”

See what I mean? No blood. No axe murderers. No chainsaws. It is just a woman. In the dark. Holding tightly onto something’s hand.

In 1963, Robert Wise directed an adaptation of The Haunting of Hill House. The movie, entitled, The Haunting, and starring Julie Harris, stayed very true to the book. The film was shot in the U.K. and is in black and white. On Bravo Television Network’s 100 Scariest Movie Moments, The Haunting comes in at Number 11 and Martin Scorsese places The Haunting first in his list of scariest movies of all time. In 1999, an updated version was released starring Catherine Zeta-Jones, Lili Taylor, Owen Wilson, and Liam Neeson. I’m sorry to say it sucked. Don’t bother watching it. Especially if you’ve seen the first version which is brilliant.

A first edition/first printing from the Stephen King Horror Library published in 2003, with an introduction by Stephen King is holding good value at about $15.00. A 1959 first edition/fifth printing from Viking Press starts at $125.00. A first edition/first printing with a dust jacket in good condition (pictured above) starts at approximately $200.00 and works its way up to $1,950.00 for fine+ condition.

I hope I’ve convinced you to take some time out of your busy schedule and to get yourself acquainted with the house that started it all. The house that pre-dated and influenced Matheson’s Hell House, King’s Rose Red, and countless others. The house that is “not sane”. The house that has stood for 80 years and may stand for 80 more. The home to whatever walks there alone. Just make sure you read it in full light. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.


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