{"id":2164,"date":"2011-07-06T23:23:49","date_gmt":"2011-07-07T05:23:49","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/blaine.org\/sevenimpossiblethings\/?p=2164"},"modified":"2011-07-06T23:24:09","modified_gmt":"2011-07-07T05:24:09","slug":"a-quickie-random-illustrator-feature-alison-lester","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/blaine.org\/sevenimpossiblethings\/?p=2164","title":{"rendered":"A (Quickie) Random Illustrator Feature: Alison Lester"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/blaine.org\/jules\/RWTH_final3.jpg\"><br \/>\n<center><em>&#8220;Perhaps Zelda was too old for such a hard journey, thought Nina. She bit her lip and led Zelda to the stream, where the horse drank deeply and picked at the water grass. &#8216;Come on, girl,&#8217; Nina whispered. &#8216;Please be strong.'&#8221;<\/em><\/center><\/p>\n<p><strong><a href=\"http:\/\/www.alisonlester.net\/\">Alison Lester<\/a><\/strong>. Evidently, she&#8217;s one of the most popular and well-read author-illustrators in Australia. Her work is new to me, though. Since you know I like to focus on international illustrators when I can, I thought I&#8217;d shine the spotlight on some illustrations from her newest title, at least here in the States. Released this February by NorthSouth but originally published in Australia in 2009 (seven cheers for these publishers who bring us these over-the-seas imports), <em><strong><a href=\"http:\/\/www.indiebound.org\/book\/9780735840027\">Running with the Horses<\/a><\/strong><\/em> is a text-heavy picture book (<em>Publishers Weekly<\/em> writes it has &#8220;the sweep of a novel&#8221;), which tells the war-time drama of a young girl and her widower of a father fleeing from their home in Vienna. Actually, we only know that they &#8220;lived in a palace that stood in the heart of a graceful old city,&#8221; but the book&#8217;s closing author&#8217;s note tells us that the story was inspired by the rescue of the <strong><a href=\"http:\/\/en.wikipedia.org\/wiki\/Lipizzan\">Lipizzaner stallions<\/a><\/strong> from the Spanish Riding School in Vienna during World War II. <\/p>\n<p><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/blaine.org\/jules\/rwithhorsescover.jpg\" border=1>Nina lives with Viktor, her father, and they flee with Karl, an old family friend, soon after the story begins. Everything has closed, including the Royal Academy of Dancing Horses where Nina and her father live, due to the &#8220;war raging across the world.&#8221; Nina&#8217;s favorite old carriage horse, Zelda, is left abandoned in the street. When they must suddenly leave for her grandparents&#8217; home, she is determined to bring Zelda along. The story chronicles their dangerous journey through the city, pass borders, through forests, over a bridge with a &#8220;yawning hole {gaping} above the ravine,&#8221; through the snow, and more. Zelda almost doesn&#8217;t make it, but determined Nina makes sure the horse stays with them. <\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Lester,&#8221; writes <em>Publishers Weekly<\/em>, &#8220;draws humans and horses as doll-like figures in {black-and-white}, then places them against luxuriously colored, theatrically scaled backdrops, giving the illustrations the curious feel of a puppet performance.&#8221; Indeed, with such drawings in front of these dramatic backdrops&#8212;often actual photographs&#8212;the illustrations inhabit a rather three-dimensional quality. <\/p>\n<p>But, since the art speaks louder than my words (and I have a manuscript deadline giving me the skunk eye), here are some more spreads from the book. Enjoy. <!--more--><\/p>\n<p><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/blaine.org\/jules\/RWTH_final1.jpg\"><br \/>\n<center><em>&#8220;A long time ago, a young girl named Nina lived in a palace that stood in the heart of a graceful old city. The palace was home to the Royal Academy of Dancing Horses, where Nina&#8217;s father, Viktor, was the stable master&#8230;&#8221;<\/em><\/center><\/p>\n<p><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/blaine.org\/jules\/RWTH_final1a.jpg\"><br \/>\n<center><em>&#8220;After she packed her clothes in her satchel, she picked up the little blue horse her mother had embroidered for her, wrapped it in a woolen shawl, and pushed it deep among her clothes. There was no room for anything else in her bag.&#8221;<\/em><\/center><\/p>\n<p><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/blaine.org\/jules\/RWTH_final2.jpg\"><br \/>\n<center><em>&#8220;Nina closed her eyes and imagined herself and Zelda in the Great Riding Hall. She saw the cheering audience, the glittering chandeliers, and the dazzling spotlights.<br \/>Nina was riding like her mother, as light as a summer butterfly.<br \/>She could hear the soaring violins, the cellos, the drums. . . .&#8221;<\/em><\/center><\/p>\n<p><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/blaine.org\/jules\/RWTH_final4.jpg\"><br \/>\n<center><em>&#8220;Suddenly Zelda stumbled and fell in the snow. Nina scrambled off her back. &#8216;Get up, Zelda! Get up!&#8217; &#8230; Nina looked hard at her father. &#8216;We can&#8217;t desert Zelda now,&#8217;<br \/>she pleaded. &#8216;She saved our lives.'&#8221;<\/em><\/center><\/p>\n<p><center>* * * * * * *<\/center><\/p>\n<p><em>RUNNING WITH THE HORSES. Images copyright \u00a9 2009 by Alison Lester. American adaptation copyright \u00a9 2011. Images reproduced by permission of the publisher, NorthSouth Books, New York.<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>&#8220;Perhaps Zelda was too old for such a hard journey, thought Nina. She bit her lip and led Zelda to the stream, where the horse drank deeply and picked at the water grass. &#8216;Come on, girl,&#8217; Nina whispered. &#8216;Please be strong.&#8217;&#8221; Alison Lester. Evidently, she&#8217;s one of the most popular and well-read author-illustrators in Australia. 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