Bridget Wilder 2: Spy to the
Rescue. By Jonathan Bernstein. Katherine Tegen/HarperCollins. $6.99.
Bridget Wilder 3: Live Free, Spy
Hard. By Jonathan Bernstein. Katherine Tegen/HarperCollins. $16.99.
Everland 2: Umberland. By
Wendy Spinale. Scholastic. $17.99.
Sometimes the contrast
between the formula used in adventure series for preteens and those for
teenagers is especially stark. Jonathan Bernstein’s Bridget Wilder trilogy is clearly for the 8-12 age group, focusing
on middle-school angst, the contrast between a seemingly ordinary girl and her
actual exciting non-school life, and a whole series of rather trumped-up family
issues. There is also a lot of humor in this series, although the funny and
exciting parts never quite meld – it is as if Bridget is two separate
characters rather than a single one with multiple facets. Actually “facets” is
not quite the right word, implying a polished gem and a wide variety of angles
– Bridget is at best semi-polished and semi-precious, and the entirety of her
characterization consists of her being an average everyday middle-schooler (to
whom the intended preteen-girl audience can therefore relate) and at the same
time a wonder-working, heroic, behind-the-scenes (and eventually in-front-of-the-scenes)
super spy (the fantasy of which is something else to which targeted readers can
relate). The first book of the series, Spy-in-Training,
had Bridget become a spy at the behest of her birth father, whom she had never
known or even seen in a photo (an over-convenient plot twist there). Eventually
it turned out that her recruitment into a super-secret spy agency was nothing
but an evil ploy to get at her dad; so by the start of Spy to the Rescue, the second book (originally published last year
and now available in paperback), Bridget has been forced to become just a
normal middle-school student of average abilities and with the usual
friendship-and-family issues. Since that scenario would make for a very boring
book, Bernstein does not let it last long. Soon Bridget is getting framed by
someone at school for a series of petty misdeeds, such as stealing cheerleader
secrets; and then her super-spy father goes missing, so Bridget obviously has
to take on the world (or at least the bad guys in it) to rescue him. Having the
book start with Bridget being kidnapped by evil cheerleaders is a pretty neat
touch, but other elements of Spy to the
Rescue are just too formula-driven to keep readers interested unless they
have low expectations. Exploding toilets; magnetic chewing gum; an annoying
older brother named Ryan, who is Bridget’s chaperone on a trip to New York and
who brings along his drip of a girlfriend, Abby; said brother’s unexpected
protective streak when Bridget needs protecting. OK, got it all. And then there
is some supposedly straight talk to Bridget, when she is told, “You think you can be a spy when it suits you and then go back to
your normal life. But you can't…. You have to commit or walk away, Bridget. You
can't just show up for a weekend and then go back to school like nothing
happened.” Uh-huh.
So,
anyway, then we get to the series finale, Live
Free, Spy Hard, where those words of warning have evaporated into thin air.
This time, Bridget’s dad, Carter Strike, like, totally upsets Bridget by assigning someone else to protect
Bridget’s favorite boy band on a world tour. And then the president’s daughter
is kidnapped (oh, that’s original)
during the presidential campaign, forcing Bridget to go undercover to get the
drop on a plot to take over the United States through the use of evilly
programmed “Font phones.” This eventually leads to the sort of pronouncement
inevitably made by defeated adult super-villains who get their comeuppance
because of the pluck and integrity of average preteen girls: “I’ve still got
more money than anyone else. I can still remake the world the way I want it.”
But no! No while Bridget is in the spy game – whether or not she is fully
committed to it! On the other hand, there is
that little bit about Bridget’s mom, who is about as dim as parents usually are
in books like this, discovering that Bridget has been lying about her extracurricular activities and has actually been
engaging in spy stuff instead of, you
know, regular extracurricular stuff. Bernstein can’t seem to let go of this
series: the third book ends with a chapter called “The Fall,” and then again
with a chapter called “Aftermath,” and then yet again with one called “Mommy
and Me,” and then with “The Final
Chapter,” which ends with the presumed start of yet another adventure, whether
Bernstein intends to chronicle it or not. This just-can’t-end-it conclusion
seems to indicate that Bernstein genuinely likes Bridget, and certainly he has
gone out of his way to make her likable from readers’ perspective. The
near-constant touches of sometimes-goofy humor and the determinedly superficial
nature of Bridget’s relationships with pretty much everyone scarcely give her
any realism as a character – but as in many other spy books and many, many other books for preteens, reality
is seen mostly as a barrier to enjoyment.
Not
that there is necessarily anything real-seeming about books for older, teenage readers.
There is, however, determined grittiness and an attempt to pretend that events
are genuinely important and deeply meaningful in books such as Umberland, a sequel to the singularly
charmless Everland, which took Peter Pan into steampunk territory in a
way that stripped it of every bit of its warmth and made it unengaging to the
point of ugliness. Having dumped Peter
Pan into a dark and dismal Neverland, Wendy Spinale now takes on Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland and Through the Looking Glass and gives them
similar treatment. If Bernstein seems genuinely to like his central character
in the Bridget Wilder series, Spinale
seems genuinely to dislike pretty much everyone and everything in Everland and Umberland, and does not seem to care much for the classic models
that she twists and distorts, either. Umberland
is sort of a sequel, but its connections to the previous book are rather
thin. In a way this is just as well, because it means that Umberland pretty much stands on its own after the first few
chapters, which tie into Everland
because it turns out that the supposed cure for the virus that figured largely
in Everland was not a cure at all,
but has turned into something worse – something that can only be defeated (or
defused) through the use of a poisonous apple that, however, appears to be
extinct. Unless it isn’t. And if it
isn’t, then it is in the middle of a very dangerous labyrinth, into which
someone must venture to try to find what may or may not be at the center. So
much for the tying-together of the two books. It turns out that the person who
must undertake the quest is Duchess Alyssa, who will be helped by Maddox
Hatter. Yes, here we have Spinale’s version of Alice and the Mad Hatter (Maddox
is described as “the host of the grand Poison Garden Tea Party”), and that is
about the extent to which Umberland
pays tribute to anything by Lewis Carroll. Peter, from the first book, does
continue to be a character here, but is even more annoying than in Everland and seems less realistically
motivated – while, somewhat surprisingly, Alyssa and Maddox actually make sense
as characters, and their actions tend to flow fairly reasonably from their
personalities. This puts them in stark contrast to Peter, whose impetuosity and
lack of concern for consequences, although not totally out of keeping with the
Peter Pan model, are so extreme that they become a distraction. Somehow Spinale
thinks a perpetually angry, pushy, clingy Peter is a worthy and positive character
– an odd viewpoint, to put it mildly, even though it is not surprising that a
book intended for teenagers would have at least one constantly bitter character
in it. Spinale is determined to do not only steampunk but also
almost-horror, as in a scene in which Alyssa is trapped beneath a dangerous
gryphon that she has killed, while a character who calls himself the Colonel
kills a whole group of the creatures, so that “the ground is littered with dead
gryphons, their blood staining the earth.” Spinale again uses the Everland structure of having different
characters narrate different chapters, but as in the earlier book, this is a
narrative device only, not a way of deepening characters or giving additional
insight into their feelings or motivations. Umberland
is a marginally better-told tale than Everland,
which was a (++) book; the sequel ekes out a (+++) rating. But teenagers with
any slight familiarity with Carroll’s books – even to the point of wanting to
make fun of them as “for little kids,” which they are not – may still be
disappointed to find that Spinale treats her classic models here with nearly as
much contempt as she heaped on J.M. Barrie’s work in the first book of this
sequence.
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