The first thought that sprang to mind when I saw work created recently by a young lady who is a friend of my son was that were I to write the children’s book that is wandering round my mind, I think she would make a perfect illustrator. There is a quality to her work with a fineliner that took me straight back to the books of my childhood… even though reading them may not be so far away as you might expect.
I still read children’s books. I make no bones about that, nor any apology. There is a simplicity and clarity in the way the stories are woven, often barely hiding the underlying message; sometimes disguising it so well that it is only as an adult that you realise what you had been reading all those years ago. In fact, I would agree with C.S.Lewis, the creator of Narnia, that, once beyond picture books, ‘a children’s story that can only be enjoyed by children is not a good children’s story in the slightest.’
I’ll be honest, most of the children’s books I read are the old favourites. Worlds that were woven in my childhood still wait for me through the wardrobe or between the Beltane fires. Their familiar landscapes are home to my imagination, the characters I have loved so long are friends, teachers and the companions of my child-self.
Most of the books I read as a child had an element of magic to them. I was never one for the Famous Five type of thing, with lemonade and sandwiches to finish. No, for me it began early with the Magic Faraway Tree and the adventures of the Wishing Chair… which inevitably led on to Wonderland and the Looking Glass, via the Land of Green Ginger and meeting Stig of the Dump. And Narnia. Always Narnia. But then, that wasn’t just a place in a book… it was Real.
What do I mean ‘was’… it is real for me, and always will be, as long as my name is both Susan and Lucy… my mother’s nickname for me…and for just as long I will seek to bury my face in the Lion’s mane with love… even though ’he’s not a tame lion.’
Many of my childhood books are still in my keeping. It is probably no surprise that they snuggle cover to cover with fantasy on my shelves; the evolution was a natural one and works of fantasy bear much in common with children’s stories. The best ones still share a deeper meaning with the reader and teach through imagination… something we have adopted for the Silent Eye too, oddly enough.
Dog-eared, well thumbed, some of those childhood favourites are decorated with my first, childish scrawl and early illustrations… even if I now have no idea what they were supposed to be. The majority of those books were properly illustrated too, in addition to my own infantile efforts. There will never be another image of Aslan for me than the one on Pauline Baynes’ cover for The Lion, The Witch and The Wardrobe. But the covers were only half the story, so to speak.
Inside these books were line drawings, pen and ink illustrations of the characters and action… and many I recall even today though the story itself may have faded. From the slightly sinister illustrations from Down the Snow Stairs, to the simple style of Dorothy M. Wheeler, via the magic of the illustrators whose names I did not know back then has stayed with me for a lifetime, shaping both memory and the landscape of my own imagination. They are, more often than not, the unsung heroes of the children’s book.
Yet even as an adult, the illustrations… rare in books intended for such lofty beings as grown-ups… still matter. Perhaps that is why almost all our books have images.. and why we ventured into the graphic novel with Mister Fox. Whether it be marvelling at Blake or Gustave Dore’s illustrations… or whether I am simply revisiting the bookshelves and finding once more the images created by such as E.H. Sheppard, Ronald Searle and Edward Ardizzone, there is something very special about those simple images that makes the magic happen and turns back the clock until the heart is as light as that clear, clean heart of a child once more.
How absolutely right you are! The love of reading I developed as a child was due to these wonderful books. And the love is still there.
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Same here, Sadje.
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Illustrations really do enhance and resonate, don’t they? I was the opposite really the grounded child, but still pursuing Pooh and Paddington and Searle in the Molesworth books . Ah happy days.
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Between Molesworth and St Trinian’s, Searle was always a favourite.
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That early magic never leaves us, I am delighted to discover…
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I know. And that’s wonderful 🙂
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I, too, still llove children’s books and fondly remember The Faraway Tree and others you mention. Like you, they led me to a love of adult fantasy. And how I remember those wonderful pictures that brought the stories to life.
Sadly, though, there are people who still class all fantasy as children’s stories.
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As all adults have an inner child, perhaps those of us who read fantasy are being kinder to it than those who don’t 😉
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That is indeed a magical kiwi. I think the images from our favorite books are always entwined with the words. (K)
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They are.
The young lady who drew this also drew a wholly magical hare for Nick.
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I consider the books I read as a child, old friends. I still have many of mine as well.
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Yes, they are indeed old friends 🙂
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Our weekly trip to the library was one of the highlights of my week as a child. Such a rich world I found there. My favorites I would take out again and again. As an adult, I sought them out in used book stores and sales, a few were reprints. When my boys grew up, there were many favorites among theirs that I held onto, not able to part with them. Opening their covers, I am transported back in time, with a warm, freshly-bathed child snuggled in his bed beside me, exploring worlds within those covers– oh, how fine a memory that is!
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That was my experience too…and wonderful memories it conjures, of reading with a child tucked under each arm… or watching Nick read to Alex, his junior by three years, as they grew a little older.
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Sweet memories, that must have been such a tender scene to see. ❤
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It was beautiful… especially when Nick started teaching Alex to read too ❤
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My Uncle Jack was a lithographer and his small publishing company produced the most amazing children’s books. I was almost afraid to open them lest I get them dirty or damaged. The all had illustrations a lot like these.
I think pretty much all the books I read — not counting books about dogs and horses — were magical. When I became a teenager, I started reading classics, though at the time they were just books. I didn’t know they were classics until I got to college.
I always thought the Narnia books were a pretty good introduction to Christianity without ever mentioning religion.
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I always loved the illustrated ones…and still have many of them, plus quite a few acquired in later years.
As to Narnia, they were read to me so early on, by people whose take on religious beliefs were so wide, it didn’t occur to me until I was old enough to read them for myself that Aslan and the values that were being taught were anything to do with religion. But I agree, they give a good grounding an a faith that came from the heart of their writer.
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You probably know that I love illustrations. I too was drawn into books as much by the words and what they did to my imagination as the illustrations. Thanks for sharing these ones.
And there are so many talented young artists out there – my niece’s daughter being one of them! We’re lucky to have such talent close at hand 🙂
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I just wish I had time to write all the books I would like to write… and especially children’s books. 🙂
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Spot on, Sue. It’s the illustrations that bring the words to life and stick with us.
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They have for me 🙂
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And they have for me, and for the children I teach. That’s why I love the Eric Carle Museum, as it is dedicated to the art of children’s book illustrations. Can you imagine seeing one of the pictures you remember, hanging in a museum? That is a powerful experience.
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Yes, even seeing them online makes me smile 🙂
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Sue remembers her favourite books of yesteryear
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I agree Sue. And still love childhood books and their accompanying images. Perhaps that is why I asked artist Carolina Russo to create two amazing images for my first book. It’s interesting to see how she painted two of my much loved characters: Esme the girl trapped in the mirror and the creature Eruterac, caretaker of the magical crystal cottage. I was thrilled with her interpretation from my descriptions and passages from the book.
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I adnmire the guft of the illustrator who can see into the imagination of the writer 🙂
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Yes she did a fabulous job. 🙂
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Great thoughts. Ronald Dahl and Quentin Blake the dream combination for me. I’ve just started writing picture books for my grand children. The freedom it allows in both words and pictures is probably the most liberating experience I have had making art. I would recommend that you get that book started! Happy New Year.
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I would… but I doubt I will have enough time left now. I have several books I need to get finished updating before starting a new project… and I also have terminal cancer.
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Then I shall write a little of mine for you. Thank you for your inspirational posts.
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Thank you 🙂
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