There’s a Giraffe in My Soup.
By Ross Burach. Harper. $17.99.
Punk Skunks. By Trisha Speed
Shaskan. Illustrated by Stephen Shaskan. Harper. $17.99.
Paddington at the Circus. By
Michael Bond. Illustrated by R.W. Alley. Harper. $17.99.
Animals get into all sorts
of predicaments in picture books, and often find themselves metaphorically in
the soup. Or literally in it, as in Ross Burach’s There’s a Giraffe in My Soup. This is a hilariously implausible
dining-out story, in which a boy orders the special-of-the-day tomato soup at a
restaurant and finds a giraffe in it. Yes, a full-sized giraffe, obvious to the
boy and to readers but not to the oblivious waiter, who insists, “This is a
fine restaurant, sir. That simply cannot be.” But then, yoicks! The waiter sees
the giraffe (which, being about 10 times his size, is hard to miss) and
immediately dashes into the kitchen with the giraffe-containing soup bowl to
bring the boy a replacement. Ceremoniously unveiling the new bowl, the waiter elegantly
wishes the boy bon appétit,
complete with accent on the “e,” and leaves before the alligator pops out of
the soup bowl. Um, yes, alligator. And a hungry one, too, as evidenced by the
fork it is carrying and the pepper it is sprinkling on the boy. Yoicks again!
Things get sillier and sillier, more and more madcap, as the much-put-upon boy
and well-meaning, well-dressed, thoroughly befuddled waiter deal with an
in-the-bowl elephant, a soupy yak, and more and more creatures up to and
including a gigantic-huge-enormous whale (complete with gigantic-huge-enormous
smile). Burach’s out-and-out-hilarious cartoonlike illustrations are done
against a plain white background so that the characters’ expressions and
postures are crystal clear. The looks on the characters’ faces are priceless,
from the boy’s bewilderment at the ostrich sticking its head in the soup to the
sweating, now-much-bandaged waiter protesting his professionalism immediately
before being chased by a lion. The explanation of all this, to the extent that
there is one, is that somehow the restaurant’s food was shipped to the zoo and
the zoo’s animals were shipped to the restaurant; and the result is that, at
the book’s end, the boy and waiter are at
the zoo, being catered to by the very animals that unceremoniously showed up in
the boy’s soup. This makes perfect sense in the perfect senselessness of There’s a Giraffe in My Soup, a book
packed with nutritious hilarity.
Less out-and-out funny and
more about the power of friendship, Punk
Skunks by the wife-and-husband team of Trisha Speed Shaskan and Stephen
Shaskan is a simple story of two BSFs (best skunks forever) who play together
and play music together –until they quarrel about whether to sing a new song
about skating (Kit’s preference) or painting (Buzz’s). The disagreement results
in the skunks playing noticeably angry music at each other, and eventually
yelling at each other, “You stink!” – which of course is the one thing skunks
should never say to one another. The two ex-BSFs go their separate ways; but soon,
Kit and Buzz discover that making music alone is no fun, so they decide to sell
their instruments to the nearby, conveniently located Mole Music
used-instrument shop. And that is where they run into each other and decide,
sheepishly (or skunkishly; whatever) to give friendship and joint music-making
another try. And of course they decide to write a song about neither skating
nor painting – it is about being BSFs and how great that is. Although intended,
like There’s a Giraffe in My Soup,
for ages 4-8, Punk Skunks will appeal
more to children at the lower end of that age range: the story is more
straightforward, has no significant twists or turns, and is illustrated in much
broader and simpler style. This is a “lesson” book as much as a story told for
fun, and the lesson too is a straightforward one, nicely communicated through a
couple of characters who really don’t stink at all.
Still another animal-focused
book for this age range – and one with a great deal more story complexity and a
great many more words – is Michael Bond’s Paddington
at the Circus, originally released with its familiar and comfortable R.W.
Alley illustrations in 2000 and now available in a new, revised edition. Paddington
is, of course, always adorable, always trouble-prone, always slightly
off-kilter in understanding the world around him, and always just fine at the
end of a story; he is, in fact, a nearly perfect representation of an idealized
version of the children for whom Bond has been writing Paddington stories for
more than 50 years (the first Paddington book dates to 1958). It is the
wholesomeness and gently adventurous nature of Paddington that have helped him
connect with kids through half a century, and his primary characteristics are
very much in evidence in Paddington at
the Circus. Paddington is tremendously excited about going to a circus for
the very first time, especially since Mr. Brown has gotten front-row seats for
the family and Mrs. Bird. But Paddington does not understand quite what is
going on, despite Mr. Brown’s earnest attempts to explain. As a result, the
well-meaning bear spontaneously decides to climb a tent pole to “rescue” a
trapeze artist, even though he is carrying a large ice-cream cone at the time.
The resulting mixups and confusion are typical for Paddington, and the picture
of him holding tightly to a trapeze bar with one hand and to his cone with the
other, flying through the air with an expression of extreme surprise on his
face, is a perfect encapsulation of “Paddington-ness.” Eventually, of course,
everything is fine: a clown on stilts rescues the wayward bear, the audience
loves what it thinks is part of the show, and Paddington decides, “I shall just
sit and watch from now on.” So all ends happily, the circus moves on, and
Paddington drifts off to sleep with happy thoughts of what it would be like to
be a clown on stilts – just the sort of simple, warm ending that makes
Paddington books ongoing delights, and in this case a conclusion that means Paddington at the Circus can make good
reading not only during the day but also at bedtime.
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