Tales from the Inner City. By Shaun Tan. Arthur A.
Levine/Scholastic. $24.99.
Not even the title of Shaun Tan’s Tales from the Inner City is
straightforward. The surface-level meaning, relating to the inner and often
economically depressed portion of a metropolis, is clear enough; and yes, most
of Tan’s two dozen tales are set in such an area, or at least make reference to
one. But what Tan is really writing about is a city as he imagines it and asks
readers to imagine it, a city that is “inner” in the sense that it exists only
in the imagination from which Tan builds it, and comes to life – in a series of
interactions between humans and animals – only when readers share, for a few
moments, Tan’s inner-city experience.
The target readership for this book is
very difficult to pin down. Nominally aimed at young readers, Tales from the Inner City is packed with
imagery and forms of expression that will be meaningless except to adults who
have experienced their fair share of life’s ups and downs. The untitled
chapters, each introduced by a silhouette of a creature that is central to it
(with the silhouettes also constituting a table of contents at the start of the
book), instantly immerse readers in a physically impossible world whose
emotional underpinnings have the ring of truth – but only to those who have
experienced them. Most chapters are quite short, making their points quickly
and leaving readers to think about them – and about Tan’s exceptional
illustrations – later. One three-pager that begins, “One afternoon the members
of the board all turned into frogs,” requires instant understanding of what
this sort of “board” is and how the corporate pecking order is upended when an
unnamed secretary walks into the room and discovers the amphibians. The
illustration of a boardroom table with elegant leather chairs around it,
floor-to-ceiling windows through which smokestacks belching fumes are clearly
visible, with a dozen green frogs next to the water glasses on the tabletop, is
an encapsulation of the story that combines a touch of whimsy with a hint of
the seriousness of economic decision-making. This makes sense only for an adult
audience.
An analogous theme pervades the three-page
story that begins, “Where money gathers, so do pigeons,” which focuses on a
skyscraper impossibly floating above a city’s financial district, exciting awe
and curiosity among humans while pigeons simply see the entirely empty building
as a place to roost. The concluding line, “No history of economics will ever
record what pigeons already know – that they alone are the world’s greatest
investment bankers,” is a wonderfully apt capstone to the tale, but one likely
to be wholly unintelligible to younger readers.
Some stories, however, straddle the worlds
of adults and children. The four-page one that starts, “You will never escape
the tiger,” draws on the notion of wearing a back-of-head mask to confuse the
potential predator into not knowing which way you are facing. It deals with the
“great weakness of humankind” that consists of being “very self-conscious,
easily embarrassed,” and therefore unlikely to wear a back-of-head mask even in
self-defense – but it also deals with those who defy the norms by accepting,
even embracing, such mask-wearing. That is a resonant theme for multiple ages –
and here Tan’s illustration is simply spectacular, showing a stalking,
wise-eyed tiger in full color and with perfect proportions on the left of a
two-page spread, while the right side (in black-and-white, like most of the
illustrated pages) shows the silhouette of a woman leaping high, high above the
ground, her limbs outstretched, her pose one of abandon and joy rather than
fear.
A few stories take a thoroughly childlike
perspective and squeeze it surrealistically. One, a three-pager, starts, “You
are two years old,” and is about horses that only a child can see “running
along express lanes, rooftops, and overpasses, even along the jib of cranes and
electrical wires strung high in the air,” horses that stand for all that
existed long before the city did and in its early days, horses that lead the
two-year-old to a lifelong love of the animals for reasons she will never quite
fathom. Another tale, at 11 pages the book’s longest in terms of text, is about
a ruined urban landscape in which urchins must fish in the sky, all water being
nonexistent or hopelessly polluted – and what happens when one of them actually
catches a “moonfish.”
Then there are stories where the words are
almost incidental to the art. One lasting only a single paragraph is about
gigantic snails that suddenly appear in an urban landscape. The two-page
picture of a pair of the snails, seen top an overpass beneath which a faceless
man is strumming a guitar, is bizarre and haunting. The longest story of all,
38 pages, contains only a few words written in free verse, starting “Once we
were strangers,” and is about the long, long relationship between humans and
dogs, and the many changes it has undergone over the ages while remaining
foundationally the same. Thirteen beautiful two-page illustrations are the core
of the tale, showing humans progressing (if it is progress) from
hunter-gatherer times to the modern world, while dogs are seen in many shapes,
sizes and colors but remain fundamentally unchanged.
It is unfortunate that textual errors
interfere with the flow of several of the stories here. In a book as thoughtful
and carefully arranged as Tales from the
Inner City, editing mistakes loom larger than they would in a more-ordinary
work. Among the verbal slips are “of the all the problems” (page 140), “it cast
a very a long shadow” (page 141), “had build” (page 151), and “is a hard to
erase from the mind” (page 197). There are also some vocabulary words here that
are common enough in Australia, where Tan lives, but will make reading a bit
difficult or off-putting elsewhere: “fossicking,” for example. Yet these flaws
in Tales from the Inner City are
minor ones beside its many beauties and accomplishments, not the least of which
is the temporary creation, in the mind of the reader, of a multitude of
impossibilities that exist strictly in inner space but whose outward resonance
permeates the real world with dreams.
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