1. Where the Wild Things Are.
Lovely, right? Also irritating and almost hard to watch?
2. The Fantastic Mr. Fox.
I read the entire thing walking home from school yesterday. Seriously, it took me twenty minutes. And was delightful.
a)
Even if I didn't adore Wes Anderson and run, not walk, to theaters to see anything that has is name on it I would see this film. Mostly based on this adorable tiny knit cardigan. Blow the image up. It's tiny and knit!
b) I wonder about appropriating kids' books for adult consumption. I think that TFMF is less not-really-for-kids than WWTA, but isn't it kind of weasly of us grown-ups, who get all the good entertainment anyway (and the means and autonomy to consume this entertainment as we will) to steal things from kids? I know it happens all the time and has always been the case--it doesn't make it any better.
Furthermore, I wonder about kid's lit. Background: I realize more the older I get that the only difference between kids and adults is that kids believe us when we say we're in charge. There are some physio-psychological differences with little little kids I think, but my 14 year olds were playing the same games and thinking the same way as I was, they just didn't know it.
It's troublesome to me that kids don't really have a voice in their own literature. Adults are constantly telling kids what is funny and what is interesting. We pretend to be able to relate to them and tell their stories, but I remember all the time when I was little thinking "this isn't funny. Why are they trying to get me to laugh at this?" Adults are constantly constructing childhood for kids, and using childhood as a playground for their own existential angst.
And I'm getting a little unclear--if I'm arguing that kids are the same as adults, why would it matter that adults are manipulating entertainment for them. I think our construction of childhood is what's getting in the way. We're treating kids like they're dumb or from another species.
Also a side note: I don't think we should be sitting kids down in front of Silence of the Lambs, or whatever either...we need to protect the fellows.
I don't know. This is the quandry: what does children's lit mean? Why does so much of it suck? Why did I dislike so much of it even when I was growing up? Why are adults constantly stealing it? Using it to forward their own ideological agendas? (and the argument collapses into questions. TaDa!)
Saturday, October 24, 2009
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Posted by Kjerstin Evans Ballard at 2:53 PM
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I hate babies.
On children's literature, can I just say how bitterly, bitterly disappointed I was with the His Dark Materials series (with the Golden Compass)? Normally I'd argue with you about letting kids do the writing for other kids (Aragon is good enough evidence for me that kids don't have enough experience with other literature to pump out something good, even if other kids like it), but I was so disappointed with how Pullman ended the series that I'm perfectly angry right now. For as much as I might hate adults who right bad kid's books, I don't see any good alternatives. Your thoughts?
By the way, go read Gaiman's Graveyard Book and Johnathan Strange and Mr. Norrell by Clarke.
amen manna, whoever you are.
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