{"id":4219,"date":"2016-12-15T08:52:07","date_gmt":"2016-12-15T14:52:07","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/blaine.org\/sevenimpossiblethings\/?p=4219"},"modified":"2016-12-15T09:24:00","modified_gmt":"2016-12-15T15:24:00","slug":"the-art-of-christina-balit","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/blaine.org\/sevenimpossiblethings\/?p=4219","title":{"rendered":"The Art of Christina Balit"},"content":{"rendered":"


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“A giant the size of a palm tree lumbered in. His teeth were boar tusks, his blubbery lips flopped against his chest, his eyes burned like torches, his nails curled into lion claws. He picked me up and felt me like a butcher feels a lamb. …”<\/em><\/center>
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\nLast week, I chatted here<\/a><\/strong> with Donna Jo Napoli<\/a><\/strong> about her new book, Tales From the Arabian Nights<\/em> (National Geographic, October 2016), illustrated by Christina Balit<\/a><\/strong>. Here today is a bit of art from the book. <\/p>\n

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“In the morning, Nur al-Din Ali filled his saddlebags with gold coins, slung it over his she-mule, added a seat of silk carpet, and crossed the desert. After weeks,
he arrived in the port city of Basra.”<\/em>
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“In far China lived the tailor Mustafa, who had a son named Aladdin.
Though the tailor and his wife were gentle people, Aladdin was a scamp. …”<\/em>
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TALES FROM THE ARABIAN NIGHTS. Text copyright \u00a9 2016 Donna Jo Napoli. Illustrations \u00a9 2016 Christina Balit. Compilation copyright \u00a9 2016 National Geographic Partners, LLC. Illustrations reproduced by permission of the publisher, National Geographic.<\/em> <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

“A giant the size of a palm tree lumbered in. His teeth were boar tusks, his blubbery lips flopped against his chest, his eyes burned like torches, his nails curled into lion claws. He picked me up and felt me like a butcher feels a lamb. …”   Last week, I chatted here with Donna […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[3,26,2],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-4219","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-intermediate","category-nonfiction","category-picture-books"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/blaine.org\/sevenimpossiblethings\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4219","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/blaine.org\/sevenimpossiblethings\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/blaine.org\/sevenimpossiblethings\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/blaine.org\/sevenimpossiblethings\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/4"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/blaine.org\/sevenimpossiblethings\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=4219"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/blaine.org\/sevenimpossiblethings\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4219\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/blaine.org\/sevenimpossiblethings\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=4219"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/blaine.org\/sevenimpossiblethings\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=4219"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/blaine.org\/sevenimpossiblethings\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=4219"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}