Mitchell on the Moon. By R.W.
Alley. Clarion. $14.99.
Annabelle at the South Pole.
By R.W. Alley. Clarion. $14.99.
Now that R.W. Alley has
concluded his series about four siblings and their marvelous adventures just
the other side of everyday reality, it has become clear that in addition to
telling wonderful little stories and illustrating them with exuberant delight,
Alley has been taking young readers on a tour of the four seasons. Clark in the Deep Sea was a springtime
tale, rain-drenched and featuring Clark as an intrepid underwater teddy-bear
rescuer. Gretchen Over the Beach,
featuring the youngest child in the family, was a summertime story, in which
the girl and her ever-faithful roly-polys (little egg-shaped toys with
perpetual smiles) flew to the clouds while the other siblings were busy
ignoring everything but themselves. Now comes Mitchell on the Moon, an autumn story set at Halloween, where
Gretchen and the roly-polys play a supporting role as Mitchell, “the Sorcerer
of Space,” sets out to “save the moon,” which has gone behind some clouds – or
rather, in Alley’s wonderfully imaginative exploration of childhood
fantasizing, has been attacked by Jack O’Jerks that are nibbling it away piece
by piece. Intrepid Mitchell climbs “the Moon Ladder of Magic and Mystery,” and
the old wooden ladder in the home’s yard immediately becomes a spacebound
magical vehicle carrying the boy on his rescue mission – while, unknown to him,
Gretchen and the roly-polys (now transformed into stars) hang on and try not to
fall off. The Jack O’Jerks, huge pumpkins with insatiable appetites, are
munching on the moon when Gretchen suddenly reveals her presence to the
Sorcerer of Space, who “didn’t know I had a sidekick.” But since this is
Mitchell’s story, Gretchen is soon in danger and needs to be rescued by
“Mitchell’s lightning wand,” after which there is a triumphant return to Earth and
a re-transformation of the nighttime fantasy scene into the ordinary one of a
leaf-strewn back yard and a snack of roasted pumpkin seeds. Alley’s work here
is wonderful on so many levels: the book is filled with little touches of
delight, such as the fact that one roly-poly has not returned to its original
form at the book’s end but has stayed in star shape, smiling down on the four
children as they walk along beneath a moon no longer shrouded in clouds. Like
the books featuring Clark and Gretchen, Mitchell
on the Moon stands entirely on its own but gains a great deal, in many
ways, if read as part of a series focused both on a four-child family and on
the passage of the seasons.
And so we come to winter,
and to Annabelle at the South Pole.
Annabelle is reading quietly one snowy day when Mitchell, still (or again) in
wizard garb, declares her “a scheming sorceress,” Clark looks alarmed, and
Gretchen fears for the safety of her roly-polys. Annabelle does not want to be
pestered and announces that she is going to the South Pole, despite Mitchell’s
warning that no one can escape “the Wizard of the World.” Sure enough,
Annabelle dons her snow gear, leaps over the sled in the yard as the roly-polys
tumble out of the door behind her, and finds herself in the bleak Antarctic – accompanied
by four penguins. An Abominable Snow Giant attacks, but Annabelle throws a
snowball that knocks his head right off, so he promises to be good, and
Annabelle and the penguins put him back together and go with him to the South
Pole – where, sure enough, they encounter Annabelle’s three siblings brewing
something in a cauldron. As the frightened Snow Giant runs away, the Wizard of
the World declares that he will melt the South Pole with his concoction, but
“Annabelle was not afraid” and simply grabs the whole pot and drinks the entire
potion “in one ginormous gulp.” She then thanks the Wizard of the World (“your
potion is tasty”) and heads back to base camp, which means she grabs the sled
in the yard and trudges back through reality to the home’s porch, where
everyone has hot chocolate and the roly-polys return to their usual form,
except for the one that remains a penguin. That one, on the book’s very last
page, adjusts the head of the Snow Giant – that is, the ordinary snowman the
kids have built – because it has somehow gotten knocked askew. Somehow. These
four Alley books are something rare in the seamless way they connect the real
and imaginary/imaginative worlds of children, and Alley has done a superb job
of making sure each book stands entirely on its own while also guaranteeing
that families captivated by the charms of one will be wafted pleasantly to the
next, the next and the next.
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