I’ve been re-reading a few favorite books from childhood and adolescence recently, trying to remember what made them so engaging and important to my younger self. Friends, I only wear three pairs of shoes, but I still own just about every book I cared about before my 18th birthday. (…not that I don’t still own all the ones that came after, too. I have a lot of books.)
Some are a delightful surprise, as I get to revisit everything I found wonderful about them as a kid while catching some of the more grown-up jokes and references – like suddenly realizing that funny skit from Sesame Street was a send-up of Saturday Night Live.
The Mysterious Disappearance of Leon (I Mean Noel) by Ellen Raskin is one of those. First published in 1971, it’s full of tongue-in-cheek period references (the grape workers strike, hippie art communes) that I blithely read past as a child. The lovely text-as-picture illustrations, which Ellen Raskin herself provided, are rendered in classic late sixties typography and line art.
The flip side of this is the effect the time period has on the plot. Much of the story hinges on the search for a missing person, and the techniques employed in that search are, while inherently ridiculous, also very much of their time. In the Facebook era, it’s almost easier to find acquaintances than it is to lose them.
I wondered for a moment how much this would mystify the children of today, but I dismissed the thought as patronizing. Once you’re old enough to read chapter books, much less mystery books with complicated word puzzles embedded within, you’re certainly old enough to understand that the facts of daily life were different in the past. How many dozens of books did I read as a child that were set or written in 19th century England? I wasn’t concerned by the presence of gas lamps and telegrams, so I don’t think a ten year-old in 2011 will be baffled by the presence of newspaper ads and black-and-white television.
The characters and tone are what really carry the book; as a kid, I enjoyed puzzles, but not at the expense of story. Characters are delightfully silly sketches – sweet, bumbling Mrs. Carillon, the no-nonsense orphan twins Tina and Tony, mishap-prone Augie Kunkel, plenty of screwball cameo characters, and the mysteriously disappearing Leon (or is it Noel?).
Puns, double-meanings, other languages, and slippery syllables run rampant throughout the book. Plot points include an underage wedding, an exploding soup factory, a falsely-incited riot at a department store, and a case of mistaken identity in the seal tank at the zoo (I realize the joke, decades later, that there are multiple references to literal red herrings! God bless you, Ellen). Certainly Daniel Handler read this book as a young person before adding his own dash of vinegar to the equation and coming up with the Lemony Snicket books.
My main disappointment with the book on re-reading was that I remembered the answer to the puzzle – and it’s a clever enough puzzle to challenge a grownup. Through her characters, Raskin does a lovely job showing how a person might go about solving it even without the authorial help of footnote hints. Nonetheless, the answer popped into my head the moment I read the first line – a testament to how many times I originally read the book.
I think that right there is enough to recommend the story. It’s a puzzle book, yes, but I was happy to read it again and again as a child, and to reread it now, in one sitting, as a grownup. It’s clever and sweet, briskly written and inventively illustrated.
It was just reprinted a few weeks ago, so please consider finding a copy for your favorite smart, inquisitive child aged 8-12. Or yourself! Ellen Raskin’s later and better-known puzzle classics, Figgs & Phantoms and The Westing Game, are widely available as well.
Eventually we’ll have kissing that does not involve Ariana holding an open flame. I just don’t know when that will be.
And, in “Dylan heartily welcomes the year 2008” news, hey you, Facebook users: the comic finally has a Page! Go there! Follow it!
FB for personal purposes drives me crazy, but so far it’s been good fun for comics purposes! Those of you who scorn blog accounts but are active on FB may now go crazy with the comments.
And, big news this week from not-Dylan sources: the first book of Dicebox, my good friend Jenn Manley Lee‘s sprawling urban/pagan social sci-fi epic graphic novel series in webcomic flavor (gasp for air here!) is available in book form for pre-order. Like me, Jenn has put up all kinds of crazy delightful extras to give readers even more reason fund the print run.
The book is going to be a gorgeous object, full-color, with 250+ pages of story and guest comics (including mine!). Get the hell out of here and go reserve yours. You won’t regret it.
Happy 2011, all! Welcome to the first update of the new year. I hope for oodles more.
Newly updated, along with this week’s page, is the Notes section. Notes are now up at pages 170-179. Dresses! Birds! Apostles! Tarot symbolism! Everything the crowd’s been hankering for.
I’m in the middle of a few deadlines, so I’ll be a little quiet online for the next couple of weeks, but I’m working to finally erect a passable Facebook page for those of you who don’t take your updates in Twitter or blog flavor. Check in next week for a URL!
Here’s your last page for 2010, all. I promise that 2011 will involve more kissing (in addition to historical architecture).
I’d like to thank all of you for being a bright light in a very challenging year. Your support made it possible for me to publish and sell Volume 1 – the most wonderful source of income I’ve yet come by – and your lovely letters, enthusiastic convention conversations, and wacky plot speculations have kept me afloat through many a tough moment in 2010.
I’ll have many more things for your entertainment and edification in the new year. Thank you for your hearts, brains, and eyeballs.
Created: 26 Jan 2011 / Categories: Uncategorized
I’m easing back into Facebook and Tumblr, to give readers a way to keep up with Family Man, consolidate all those disparate accounts, and to encourage some more random creativity from myself. But I have my predictable misgivings.
As usual, Tom Gauld has the exact right thing to say about it all.