{"id":2072,"date":"2011-02-01T00:05:24","date_gmt":"2011-02-01T06:05:24","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/blaine.org\/sevenimpossiblethings\/?p=2072"},"modified":"2011-02-01T00:05:24","modified_gmt":"2011-02-01T06:05:24","slug":"oh-my-goodness-to-the-red-bud-tree","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/blaine.org\/sevenimpossiblethings\/?p=2072","title":{"rendered":"Oh my goodness to the red-bud tree . . ."},"content":{"rendered":"


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“If I was a fish, I would only bite something unusual and something pretty.”<\/em><\/center><\/p>\n

As I type this on Monday evening, it’s late, and I’m preparing for a presentation I’ll be making to a class at Vanderbilt tomorrow — a presentation about both 7-Imp and the book Betsy Bird<\/a><\/strong>, Peter D. Sieruta<\/a><\/strong>, and I are writing for Candlewick. All that’s to say that I hope I’m mildly to moderately coherent in this post. But I can’t not<\/em> show you some illustrations from the newly-illustrated The Secret River<\/strong><\/a><\/em>, written by Marjorie Kinnan Rawlings<\/a><\/strong> (who received the 1939 Pulitzer for The Yearling<\/a><\/strong><\/em>). The original publication, illustrated by Leonard Weisgard<\/a><\/strong>, received a 1956 Newbery Honor and was actually published after Rawlings’ death. It’s been re-printed this month by Atheneum Books with illustrations by two-time Caldecott medalists Leo & Diane Dillon<\/a><\/strong>. <\/p>\n

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Cover of the 1955 title; visit this 2009 post<\/a><\/strong> at <\/em>Vintage Kids’ Books My Kid Loves
to see some of Weisgard’s interior illustrations from the title.<\/em><\/center><\/p>\n

This is a story of, as Booklist<\/em> puts it, magic realism, all about a young girl named Calpurnia, a budding poet who lives in Florida (“There is a dark forest far away in Florida,” the book opens), trying to assist her family in need. Her father sells fish, but the fish are scarce, and Calpurnia’s determined to turn the hard times in the forest to “soft times.” She decides to visit, along with her dog Buggy-horse, “the wisest person in the forest,” Mother Albirtha, who tells Calpurnia she must find the secret forest (and who also says such lively things as, “oh my goodness to the red-bud tree” and “oh my goodness to the may-haw bush”). Calpurnia finds it and manages to bring home some fish, only giving some away to a hungry owl, bear, and panther on her way back home. It’s a story of courage and keeping one’s promises: Indeed, she brings catfish back home to her father, despite the frights she encounters in the forest, but stops by Mother Albirtha’s first, as she had vowed to do. Mother Albirtha eventually tells Calpurnia that the secret river was in her mind and that it’s a place she can visit any time she wants. “Close your eyes, and you will see it.” <\/p>\n

A note about the author at the book’s close states this was the only story she specifically wrote for children. (The Yearling<\/em>, that is, was written before the dawn of “YA literature,” Rawlings writing it with adults in mind, though now it consistently gets labelled as “YA.”) This is a slightly abridged version of the The Secret River<\/em>, and the Dillons are an excellent pairing for this story of magic and mystery. With wit, imagination, and whimsy that’s never too cloying, they bring Rawlings’ forested Florida to life with vitality. This forest is one where everything is more than what it appears to be on the surface, if one just looks closely enough: Faces in the trees, fish outlined in the silhouettes of branches, faces on the wings of a crane, the eyes of an owl on the owl’s very feathers. It’s a lush, spectral, entranced world the Dillons invite us to enter. <\/p>\n

And I could say so much more, but—again—my presentation calls. For those who want more, Publishers Weekly<\/em> wrote, “Mesmerizing patterns and colors distinguish the Dillons’ spreads, which balance large, captivating panels with smaller vignettes clustered around the text. Their acrylics are a foray into magical realism (when Calpurnia invents a poem about befriending bees, her hair becomes a tangle of purple flowers thick with the insects), and their portraits are always true to Rawlings’s imaginings. Not to be missed.” And School Library Journal<\/em> added, “Brilliantly composed images, where the young girl’s face is at times superimposed over objects in the story or seemingly floats over the magical river, have a lustrous glow. {They} effectively capture the Florida back country that Rawlings famously drew upon in her writings. Characters, well delineated throughout, pulse with life.”<\/p>\n

A striking book. Below are some more illustrations. Please note that I broke up the spreads to show you the individual illustrations up close, so please click on the ones with borders to see the spreads in their entirety (and on their cream-colored backgrounds), as they were meant to be seen. <\/p>\n

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“Everybody’s bees is my friends. \/ Everybody’s flowers is my flowers. \/ Everybody’s happy hours \/ is my happy hours. \/ All this goes on \/ and there is no ends.”<\/em><\/center><\/p>\n

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“Calpurnia went outside and stood beside a tree and thought about the fish market…She said to herself, ‘Now if I was a fish, what would I like to bite?'”<\/em><\/center><\/p>\n


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“She pushed away from the shore. Then she took one of the pink paper roses from her braids and tied it to the hook on the end of her fishing line…”<\/em><\/center><\/p>\n

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“The pink rose floated for a few minutes, and then sank slowly down through the water. An old frog sitting at the bottom of the river saw it…”<\/em><\/center><\/p>\n

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“Then Calpurnia saw something crouching ahead of her. It was a panther. She did not know whether he was friendly or unfriendly, but she thought,<\/em> I’m sure he’s hungry. I expect hard times have even come to the panthers in the forest.”<\/center><\/p>\n

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THE SECRET RIVER. Text copyright \u00a9 1955 Marjorie Kinnan Rawlings. Illustration \u00a9 2011 Leo and Diane Dillon. Reproduced by permission of the publisher, Atheneum Books for Young Readers, New York.<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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