Showing posts with label Women's History Month. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Women's History Month. Show all posts

3.25.2013

The Emily Sonnets

The Life of Emily Dickinson

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(pub.8.29.2012) 40 pages 

A True Tale with A Cherry On Top

A uthor: Jane Yolen
     and Illustrator: Gary Kelley

haracter: Emily Dickinson

O verview from the jacket flap: 

      "She was quiet and fiercely private. She was bold and fiercely creative. And it wasn't until after her death that the world came to know her genius. The Emily Sonnets...tells of the life and poetry of Emily Dickinson, a woman now considered to rank among America's literary giants.
        Yolen's beautiful sonnets and insightful biographical notes spotlight Dickinson's schooling, seclusion, and the slant rhyme for which she became famous. Kelley's captivating artwork portrays the poet's 19th-century Massachusetts world, including her family, faith, and fears.
        Together, words and images make for an inimitable introduction to the woman in the white dress, the recluse known as 'The Myth,' the poet who redefined poetry."

T antalizing taste: 

       "Emily's Dog (Emily Speaks)

         A shaggy ally, he often walked
         Beside me to the other house.
         And while I sat a spell and talked,
         He lay as still as a mouse -
         Though a thousand times the size.
         When we marched back across the lawn
         He could have chased the butterflies
         Or raced a squirrel, and then been gone.

          But never once he left my side,
          Companioning with hulking grace.
          Ignoring jays - their loud deride -
          He turned up a devoted face
          As true to me as sun that spills
          Its farewell on the silent hills."
                       
and something more: To honor Women's History Month, I chose another picture book featuring Emily Dickinson, but aimed at an older age group. (My previous post featured Emily and Carlo, her Newfoundland.)
        In her Author's Note, Jane Yolen discusses the background and format of The Emily Sonnets: "These poems, written over a period of seven years, spring from my love of the poet Emily Dickinson. I have always called her my neighbor, though we lived two towns and slightly more than fifty years apart. I have visited her house ...many times... In this book of sonnets about Emily's life, I have given each poem a title and an indication as to the speaker... I have tried to tell the truth of her life, but as Emily said: 'Tell all the Truth but tell it slant -/ Success in Circuit lies ..."
        I liked Jane Yolen's choice of a final poem in the book, explained by a note: "Only a few people - mostly family and friends - ever read a poem by Emily Dickinson before she died in 1886...Emily's relatively short life was defined largely by short poems [and the current number of known poems is 1,789]. And so I end not with a sonnet but with a short poem about her:

        Emily Dickinson stayed at home -
        And each day wrote a little poem.
        A little poem each day turns out
        To be a lot to write about."

3.18.2013

Miss Moore Thought Otherwise

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(pub. 3.5.2013) 40 pages 

A True Tale with A Cherry On Top

A uthor: Jan Pinborough
     and Illustrator: Debby Atwell

haracter: Anne Carroll Moore

O verview from the jacket flap: 

      "Once upon a time in America, children could not take books home from the library. They could not even walk into many libraries. They were not allowed. Back then, adults thought that ....
      * Children would ruin the library books with their dirty hands.
      * Children would never remember to bring library books back.
      * Reading wasn't very important for children, especially not for girls.
     But Miss Moore thought otherwise. In fact, Miss Moore thought that children deserved a room of their own - a bright, warm room with chairs their size, cozy window seats, story hours, and, most important of all, borrowing privileges to hundreds and hundreds of the best children's books in many different languages."

T antalizing taste: 

       "But many libraries still kept children's books locked in cabinets or tucked away in corners. They did not have enough books for children or enough shelves to put them on.
     So when it was announced that a grand new library would be built on Fifth Avenue and Forth-Second Street, Miss Moore was determined to make its new Central Children's Room the best it could be for all the children of New York."
                       
and something more: Even though I grew up on the West Coast, the main New York Public Library always represented the epitome of libraries in my mind. Perhaps it was those magnificent lions that I remember seeing when we visited, and the enormity of the building and reading rooms. I clearly remember the glorious Spring day a few years ago when I eagerly climbed the stairs of the main New York Public Library, and nodded hello to Patience and Fortitude. I was on a mission. I headed straight to the Children's Library, and I found what I was hoping to find. Copies of the two picture books I'd written were happily tucked in the bookshelves. In the words of Lewis Carroll, "Oh, frabjous day!"
        I was recently inspired to interview the wonderful children's librarian, April Hayley, at my local public library because she was chosen as the town's Person of the Year. I think the name of the American Library Association publication that included the interview is perfect ... ILoveLibraries.org.  
             Here's to all children's librarians, beginning with Miss Moore Who Thought Otherwise, and including all school librarians. You are my heroes!

3.10.2013

Emily and Carlo


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(pub. 2.1.2012) 32 pages 

A True Tale with A Cherry On Top

     and Illustrator: Catherine Stock

haracter: Emily Dickinson

O verview from the jacket flap: 

      "They made a strange pair: one giant dog and one slight girl.
       When most people think of Emily Dickinson, they picture a thin, sad-looking woman dressed in white, living alone in a big house, scribbling poems on scraps of paper.
       But Emily was not alone. Her dog, Carlo -a large, floppy, drooly Newfoundland - was her constant companion, her 'shaggy ally' in the world. Together Emily and Carlo explored the woods and town around them, visiting friends and enjoying each other's company.
       Marty Rhodes Figley's lyrical text and Catherine Stock's luminous art create a fresh look at this well-known, but seldom understood, American poet."

T antalizing taste: 

       "Emily shared her hopes, her dreams - her poetry.
        Carlo listened, as a good friend should.

        'I talk of all these things with Carlo, and his eyes grow
         meaning, and his shaggy feet keep a slower pace.'"
                       

and something more: The author, Mary Rhodes Figley, of Emily and Carlo is quite the Emily Dickinson scholar. She is a member of the Emily Dickinson International Society, and her academic paper on Emily and Carlo was published in The Emily Dickinson Journal.  And, as a Frances Perkins Scholar at Mount Holyoke College, Figley took a class about Emily at the Emily Dickinson Homestead in Amherst, Massachusetts. 
             I particularly liked Figley's personal connection to this story, as she explained in the Author's Note: "After my Emily Dickinson class was finished, I volunteered next door at the Evergreens [Emily's brother's house] for a semester. When I walked down the path between the two houses, I could imagine Carlo chasing squirrels or being ordered off the porch by Emily's sister, Vinnie. He must have been a hard dog to ignore but an easy dog for Emily to love." Her description reminds me of my sweet lovable black Lab who sits by my feet while I write, and often nudges me with a wet nose when it's time to go for a walk.