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I don’t know exactly when the Newbery Award fully embraced doom & gloom as an improving aesthetic for children’s literature, but by the 1970s the trend seems to have been firmly in place. See for instance James Lincoln Collier and Christopher Collier’s My Brother Sam Is Dead, a book that was on my childhood bookshelves which I never actually read because, well, look at that title. This is a very post-Vietnam “war is hell” book, and it is about as grueling as “war is hell” books usually are, although it was thoughtful of the authors to tell us who was going to die in the title instead of saving it for a fun surprise. (Although there are some fun surprise deaths, too.)

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

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

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

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

Spoilers )
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What I’ve Just Finished Reading

Jared Cohen’s Accidental Presidents: Eight Men Who Changed America, which chronicles the vice presidents who stepped into office when the president died/was assassinated, answered a question that had long bothered me: what the hell was Lincoln thinking when he selected Andrew Johnson as vice president?

Andrew Johnson was the only loyal senator from a southern state, and Lincoln (among many others) greatly admired his moral courage in standing strong against the secessionist tide. Moreover, during the war Johnson embraced emancipation and civil rights for the formerly enslaved. It was only after Lincoln’s assassination (which occurred right after the war ended) that it became clear Johnson had embraced these things only as war measures to knock out Confederate fighting power. Now that the war was over, he fought any further civil rights measures tooth and nail.

He also proved far more lenient with former rebels than anyone could have expected, given that during the war he advocated harsh punishment for the leaders & instigators of the rebellion. In the event, however, he handed out pardons left and right. Even Jeff Davis only spent two years in prison.

I also finished Aoko Matsuda’s Where the Wild Ladies Are, which was a delight. I’m not usually a big fan of short story collections - often I find the quality of stories really variable - but the tales in this book are uniformly excellent, and I loved Matsuda’s quirky retellings and remixes of Japanese folk tales in contemporary Japan.

And I read two more Newbery Honor books from the 90s, both of which are pretty Peak Newbery, although I must say Carolyn Coman’s What Jamie Saw is far more restrained than it could have been: it had the perfect set-up for Tragic Baby Death (given the book begins with a baby being thrown across the room), but instead the baby gurgles on.

Laurence Yep’s Dragon’s Gate, on the other hand, is chock full of disaster - and chock empty of dragons. After accidentally killing a Manchu, young Otter flees China to work with his father and uncle on the Transcontinental Railroad in California… where Otter’s father is blinded, his uncle breaks his leg and freezes to death and his body is lost on the mountainside, and (this is truly the Peak Newbery moment) after Otter’s messmate Doggy’s moon guitar is stolen, the whole crew heartwarmingly comes together to buy him a new one… only for Doggy to lose two fingers to frostbite the very night before they present him the new guitar. His guitar-playing fingers, obviously.

And finally (possibly because I needed something lighthearted after… all of that) I read Dorothy Gilman’s Mrs. Pollifax Pursued, which delighted me with its unusual riff on the Mrs. Pollifax formula: instead of being sent on a mission by the CIA, Mrs. Pollifax sets off on a mission of her own, intending to save a young woman who took refuge from foul pursuers in Mrs. Pollifax’s closet. Soon, they are hiding out in a carnival! Genuinely tragic that Mrs. Pollifax didn’t end up pretending to be a fortuneteller, as the carnival’s owner briefly suggested, but overall a lively fast-paced read.

What I’m Reading Now

Russell Freedman’s Eleanor Roosevelt: A Life of Discovery. Well-written, like all of Freedman’s books, but wow! Eleanor Roosevelt had a pretty sad life! I’ve just gotten to the part where Franklin has an affair with Eleanor’s social secretary and I just want to kick him. Of all the girls in all the world, couldn’t he find one who wasn’t a friend of his wife’s?

What I Plan to Read Next

I’ve got just two Newbery Honor books from the 1990s left, both by Nancy Farmer: The Ear, The Eye, and the Arm and A Girl Named Disaster. I’m so close! I can do this!

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