Little Treasures: Part Two
Posted 15 March 2011 in Books by Catriona
One of the boxes that Nick’s mother passed on to us contained piles and piles of books for children in the early stages of literacy: mostly Little Golden Books, but a small number of other picture books. We have no children and so have no idea what to do with them. Back they’ll go into the box and thence to the garage. But in the meantime, I couldn’t help but boggle over the illustrations for some of them.
Some are worn by the passage of time, giving them a new, slightly disturbing ambience:
Some (why is his navel smiling at me? Why?) would have frightened child-me into never eating sentient food again:
Some are plotting to eat my brains:
Some seem to have generated a forceful if childish disapproval:
Some are beautiful:
Some have been loved too hard and still bear the scars (get it? “Bear” the scars?):
Some have a charm that is distinctly old fashioned:
Some seem to authorise cruelty to animals (and who, I’d like to know, twisted that rabbit’s head round like that?):
And some make me wonder what drugs people were on in the 1980s:
Oh, wait: I remember. Cocaine.