I love reading to Lily. I really do. It’s one of my absolute favorite activities to do with her. But frankly, there are some books I’m less thrilled about reading to her than others.
We have a very truncated board book version, for instance, of “Jack and the Beanstalk,” and Lily seems to like its colorful illustrations, but the story drives me batty. Why? Because it might as well be called “The Shameless Goniff and the Beanstalk.”
Things start off fine – Jack sells a cow for magic beans, his mother throws them out the window, and the giant beanstalk grows and reaches up through the clouds overnight. All well and good. But then Jack steals a bunch of treasure from the giant’s castle and scoots down the beanstalk to safety. And then he decides to go back up the beanstalk for more, because apparently, he’s developed a taste for bling. But while trying to make off with an enchanted harp, the giant wakes up, and Jack barely makes it down the beanstalk in time to chop it down and send the giant plummeting to his death.
What exactly is the moral here? When you steal, make sure you get out of there quickly? And are we really expected to cheer for the boy who stole a bunch of stuff from a giant that was minding his own business, living atop the clouds, before having his home invaded? Who exactly is the victim in this story? (Because of my misgivings, I think this book will mysteriously be “lost” in the very near future.)
Similarly, I have issues with some Curious George books. Not so much the early ones – though there are minor problems there, too. (George is kidnapped from his seemingly happy life in Africa and bagged up by the world’s most inattentive pet owner, the Man in the Yellow Hat; George smokes a pipe before bed; George is tossed into a prison cell for mistakenly calling the fire department; etc.). Generally, I’m fine with the original George: a well-intentioned monkey whose curiosity causes him to inadvertantly stumble into trouble.
What I’m not fine with are some of the later Curious George books that are apparently based on a film series. In “Curious George and the Dinosaur,” for instance, George goes to a museum with a class of kids; he wanders off from the group; he spots a giant dinosaur skeleton and climbs all over it; and although the museum director gets upset with George, the teacher defends George by saying that the monkey’s “ride” on the dinosaur got the students interested in talking about prehistoric animals.
George climbs down the skeleton to cheers and the director’s forgiveness, so his bad bahavior is ultimately rewarded, and he’s treated like a hero.
Oy. Where to begin.
Lily loves the original Curious George story – she asks for a banana each time we read it, since in the first illustration, George is swinging from the trees while eating one – so I had pulled this stupid “Dinosaur” book off the local library’s shelf, thinking she’d like a change-up. But as I was reading it to her, I felt like I wanted to shove the words right back into my mouth. Wandering off alone in a strange place? Climbing on a fragile museum exhibit, and being applauded for it? Yikes. (I was so annoyed by this that shortly thereafter, when prompted by my writing group to write a children’s story, I thought of composing a parody titled, “Curious George Gets What’s Coming to Him.”)
Of course, there have always been children’s books with twisted messages that you’re not exactly sure you want to hand down. Shel Silverstein’s “The Giving Tree” depicts selflessness and sacrifice in the name of love, yes, but perhaps to an unhealthy degree, since the tree is reduced to a stump by book’s end. (Perhaps “The Codependent Tree” would be a more apt title?)
Check out this Sassy Gay Friend video that makes a similar point, in a much funnier way.
Robert Munsch’s “Love You Forever” gets really creepy and weird when the mother’s son grows up and moves across town, only to have his mother drive in the dark of night to his house, sneak through his window, crawl across the floor, and rock him, sleeping, in her arms. Boundaries, people, boundaries.
Even Sam McBratney’s “Guess How Much I Love You,” which I’d previously thought a sweet book that I’d bought for countless couples who were having a baby, now seems somewhat problematic. Yes, it’s sweet that a parent and child are enthusiastically declaring their love for each other; but because the father’s size and physical dexterity necessarily exceeds his small son’s, the father’s trumping of each statement of affection, and his insistence upon having the last word on the matter – even though the son is asleep at the time – makes the tone of one-upsmanship far less appealing.
What strikes me about these later examples is that, in my mind, they seem to be written for, and have a far greater impact on, the parents more than the children. I can’t tell you how many people have told me they start crying when reading books like “The Giving Tree,” “Love You Forever,” and “Guess How Much I Love You?” to their child, and I don’t think this is a coincidence. The books, at their best, touch on the overwhelming sense of love that we mothers and fathers feel for our children, and this washes over us as we read a story to that child about our willingness to sacrifice much, as well as our desire to help and protect them throughout their lifetime. But from a colder, more objective distance from the material, I think we have to take a hard look at what we’re laying out for our children. Yes, they’ll likely feel the same way when they become parents years from now, but that’s light years away, both temporally and intellectually. And until then, I can’t help wondering what they’re making of these messages.
Am I overthinking all of this? Perhaps. It would hardly be the first time THAT’s happened. And in our living room, there’s a giant basket of books that I adore reading to Lily, without such niggling reservations (including “Corduroy,” “The Mitten,” and “The Foot Book”). But I must nonetheless confess that I’ve been surprised, as a new parent, by how I read and process children’s books very differently now.
And sometimes, I reverse my initial judgments. When I first read “Go, Dog, Go” to Lily, when she was a baby, I thought, “What a pointless book.” Yet a few months before she turned two, she came to love this book, and I began to understand why. She was just getting a grasp on colors, objects, spatial relationships, and, well, she liked dogs. So she got noticeably excited when reading it because it was one of the first books where she felt like she was connecting with it and could understand most of the words in it. No small thing. Obviously, I needed to revise my previous assessment in that case.
For after years and years of careful writing and reading, I know only too well the power of stories. They are our earliest lessons, and they are a means of finding and making a place for ourselves in the larger world.
So although Lily is young, and thus guileless in regard to the sometimes-unsettling messages found in children’s lit, I nonetheless want to do my best, while her world is largely filtered through me (and her father), to share with her stories that not only don’t make me squirm, but make me feel like a have a fighting chance at raising a responsible, productive, thoughtful person.
Just to be safe, I won’t be taking Lily to any dinosaur exhibits anytime soon.
She’s a good little monkey, but always very curious.
I personally like “The Enabling Tree” better.
I can really identify with the giant in the Beanstalk story, btw. 🙂
I can see that. And since Lily might meet you one day, I don’t want her emptying your pockets and running off somewhere…
You could bring Lily to “Into the Woods” – Jack gets his come-upance there. Mind you, his mother is killed, so that may be just as horrific. 🙂
The nice part is that at this age, Lily can’t read and we’re able to read ahead fairly well. When I find a new book where I’m not liking some of the story, I’ll just modify or skip ahead. I think I’ve only actually stopped reading one book entirely which was about a circus elephant that runs away to have an adventure and ends up being abused by a farmer. I couldn’t believe it.
Totally with Sophie on enabling.
I love “The Mitten”! Also, “Caps for Sale” and “The Fool and the Flying Ship”, although the latter definitely has some questionable overtones and undertones. This is a great post! I totally want to read “Curious George Gets What’s Coming to Him” – it’s about time 🙂
From reading your blogs, I have determined that you DEFINITELY need to have another child. The reasons behind this conclusion are as follows:
1) It will extend the life of the blog.
2) It will be great to see how you view child raising the second time around. (I’m not doing this myself as my wife has a tendency to kick out two kids at a time.)
3) Lilly need a sibling. I don’t know why, I she just does.
4) Later in life, 4 is the ideal number for a trombone quartet.
So go ahead and have another child. Remember: Your life you won’t be wreckin’ if have another Grekin!
The is excellent, and I’d love to see more. You’d think that someone would have read these books before they were published. A monkey, smoking a pipe???
I can’t tell you how shocked I was while reading that first book the first time. (“After a good meal and a good pipe … ” – wait a minute. What the hell?)
Great entry! I do the same thing reading books to Theo. Try reading Beatrix Potter stories for the other extreme. Their morals are, essentially: If you misbehave, such as fail to wear your raincoat in bad weather, YOU WILL DIE.
Love your idea of writing a book in which Curious George gets what’s coming to him, and I would love to read it! A friend of mine just wrote a book called _The Taking Tree,_ of course spoofing _The Giving Tree_. It’s a bit dark in the end, but quite funny. My favorite lines: “The boy loved the tree. And the tree knew it.”
Love your writing.
Just wait ’til you get to Junie B. Jones (1st and 2nd grade reading)… these books should be outlawed. They give kids *terrible ideas*… my first encounter was Junie hiding under a desk in kindergarten and they had to call the police to find her. Not exactly the images I want to give my young children, they come up with enough bad ideas on their own without emulating a character in a book.
Ooh – thanks for warning me! I’ve had no experience with the Junie B. Jones books, so I’ll definitely be on the lookout.
Thanks for reading and for the tip!
Thanks for the feedback, Courtney!
We have a set of Beatrix Potter stories, but I hadn’t ventured into them. Maybe I’ll just leave those on the shelf, or perhaps we can just look at the pretty illustrations… 🙂