I was a judge for the New York Times Best Illustrated Children’s Books of 2015. I loved working with Monica Edinger and Frank Viva; we got along wellÂ and were respectful of each other’s opinions. They had to deal with me whining a lot about having to eliminate titles which IS PART OF THE GIG I GET IT BUT IT STILL SUCKS. Going fromÂ maybe 2000 books to 80 wasn’t actuallyÂ soÂ terrible; going from 80Â to 10 was heartrending. But I’m thrilledÂ with the slate of winners (even if I wish it were 70 books longer) — a hugelyÂ diverse varietyÂ of artists working in lots of illustrative styles; from differentÂ backgrounds, races andÂ ethnicities; fromÂ big and tinyÂ publishers. We suspectedÂ there would be some angerÂ over the inclusion of A Fine Dessert, and there was.Â Unfortunately, I figured people would be mad at the judges, but didn’t count on the venom denying theÂ otherÂ amazing artistsÂ who won the trumpeting and cheering and confetti they richly deserve. So, uh, EVERYBODY GO BUY ALL THESE BOOKS RIGHT NOW.
And just a quick note on the controversy:Â Â I found A Fine Dessert well-researched and thoughtful, and the part of the book that deals with slavery is, to me, a goodÂ introduction to the subjectÂ for 3- to 5-year-olds. To turn to my own culture, it made me think about Lois Lowry’s Number the Stars, to me the single best introduction to the Holocaust for 7- to 10-year-olds. I grew up in an observant Jewish family, but I still had to learn my own people’s history. My introduction to WWII’s genocide? Those farshtunkiner black-and-white film strips showing piles of corpses being pushed by a bulldozer; the haunting, staring, skeletalÂ baldÂ humans in stripes crammed into bunks; the old men getting beaten up by Nazi goons on the street and having their beards shorn off with pocket knives; the images of crematoria. Today, Holocaust educators say this is shitty pedagogical practice. (I’ve written aboutÂ quite a lot about what makes good Holocaust kidlitÂ and alsoÂ about why we need more non-Holocaust lit that explores the vast diversity of Jewish culture, contemporary life and history.) It’s important to ponderÂ developmental appropriateness and trauma, which is why Lowry’s book is a perfect first read. I’ve heard lots of criticism lately of Holocaust books that focus on Righteous Gentiles, but there’s a reason: Kids need to feel that there is some hope, that they themselves can be capable of standing up to injustice. And I worry that today Lowry would be attacked eight ways from SundayÂ for writing Number the Stars. First and foremost, she’s not Jewish.Â Her protagonist is one of those righteous gentiles. TheÂ story is set in Denmark, the only country thatÂ worked very hard to save its Jews and managed to protectÂ an inordinate number. Does this approachÂ soft-pedal the horror of the Holocaust? I’d argue that it’s a way in, urgingÂ youngÂ readers and learnersÂ to go deeper in the future.
Whatever, I’mÂ thinking aloud here, speaking only for myself. The movement to diversify children’s literature is ESSENTIAL,Â and there will be disagreement and struggle as it happens. We allÂ need to keep talking. (And ooh, hey, today — November 1 — Emily Jenkins, the author of A Fine Dessert, announced that she was sorry she’d been racially insensitive and was donating her advance to We Need Diverse Books.)
In ENTIRELY OTHERÂ news, I got SO INTO writing this profile of badass womenÂ Torah scribes. They were funny, spiritual (not in the woo-woo way) and inspiring (not in the vomitous way).Â This box was in the corner during their conference. Why do I always want to put Barbie’s shoes in my mouth? I need help.
Here is a SorryWatch postÂ (with BREAKING NEWS) aboutÂ the horrid UConn mac-n-cheese kid. How did the cafeteria manager he pushed (and the chef who tackled the little vuntz) feel about his apology?
Here is aÂ little valentine to Lilith, the old-school “independent, Jewish and frankly feminist” magazine. I distinctly remember this shiver-inducing cover from my childhood:
Powerful, right? The covers have always been an odd mix of boringÂ photography and nifty art.
(We don’t say “retarded” anymore, but the cover image is still great.)
I swoonedÂ over a young adult book.
And now I need to help my children construct a) a Nimona costume and b) an Agent Carter costume. Pray for me.