Posts Tagged ‘Andy Laties’

At The Carle: BookTalk with Norton Juster

Saturday, February 19th, 2011

Have you been following our Shop’s BookTalk series? One Sunday each month we invite a children’s author or illustrator to our store to talk with us about their books, their work and their childhoods. At 11:30 (before the rest of the Museum even opens) our own Andy Laties, playfully interviews the guest in front of the Shop and everyone is take a seat and join in. We’re recording these conversations, so hopefully soon they will be available here on our website for those of you too far away to attend.  If you know Andy, you know that these are not your typical interviews. They’re fun and playful and always manage to unearth something about our guest that you’ve never heard before. Last month, he even got Mordicai Gerstein to sing!

Tomorrow, we welcome Norton Juster as our next guest and it’s sure to be a blast. If you’re in the area, stop on by – it’s free! Norton will be signing his books after the interview, around 12:30 pm. Even if you can’t make it, we always offer the option to get a signed book. So place your order online today here and we’ll get your books autographed for you.

Coming up next month…Mo Willems on March 27th!

Too Bad, Ants! (A Halloween Unmasking)

Friday, October 29th, 2010

It’s Halloween the day after tomorrow, that most perplexing of holidays, when everybody nice and safe puts on the mask of danger and death, and everyone laughs in the face of the very scariest things.

In some ways, though, every day is Halloween, because the world is always masked: that is, everyday life conceals great risks. And we don’t usually laugh about these everyday dangers, especially if there are toddlers in the house. Instead, we safety-proof our homes. Because the modern world of big experienced grown-ups really is very dangerous for little innocent kids. We can issue dire warnings to try convince children to keep their precious fingers out of electrical sockets, or toasters, or sink food-grinders, but it’s up to the dire cautionary tales we tell, to clarify what might happen if kids disobey our “safety first” injunctions.

Peter Rabbit ignores his mother’s warning to stay away from Mr. McGregor’s garden and ends up in a scary chase, followed by a stomachache (his father hadn’t been so lucky and was put in a pie). Curious George causes trouble for the fire department by playing with the telephone, and spends time in jail before landing in a zoo. The moral of such tales is clear: do as you’re told or suffer consequences.

Chris Van Allsburg’s hilarious Two Bad Ants appears on the surface to be just such a cautionary tale. Two friends leave their group to indulge forbidden desires. They gorge on sugar, fall asleep in the sugar bowl, and awaken to a terrifying morning caught in the midst of what we readers understand is a human family’s normal breakfast ritual. The two ants are inadvertently dropped in coffee, dumped into the sink-grinder, shot out of a toaster, shocked in an electrical socket. They escape this dangerous kitchen battered and bruised. The cautionary moral seems clear: stay with the group, do as you’re instructed, or else. (Good advice for trick-or-treaters seeking sweets!)

Van Allsburg tells the tale from the ants’ standpoint, using an ominous and highly dramatic narrative voice that ignores the human reality of the situation, focusing on the fearful and strange structure of this weird kitchen universe in which the ants suffer their horrible experiences. It’s up to the ant’s-eye-view illustrations to reveal to readers what is in fact happening to our charming central characters: seeing our ordinary world from the ants’ miniature standpoint provides the book’s humor. Children adore seeing close-ups of a massive whirlpool of coffee, a super-gigantic English muffin, a huge burst of water gushing from a faucet.

I’ve always loved performing Two Bad Ants at storytimes, and a few years ago I had the terrific opportunity to present a performance of this book for the author himself.

The occasion was The Carle’s December 2004 opening party for Chris Van Allsburg’s gallery exhibition here, which was timed to coincide with the release of his movie, The Polar Express. I knew that my audience for this performance would be composed of adults.

I found myself puzzling over the deeper meaning of Two Bad Ants, starting with that punster title (“Two Bad Ants” or “Too Bad, Ants”). Yes, the story can be seen at two levels—human and ant—but is there also an additional level—the level where the reader sees both perspectives simultaneously?

I started thinking about the premise of tiny creatures in a world composed of gigantic structures and systems that make no sense. Unlike Jack in the giant’s house, or Lemuel Gulliver in the land of the Brobdingnagians, these two ants have no comprehension of the world they have entered: their experience of toast, sugar, water faucet and electricity doesn’t make sense to them before, during or after their terrifying travail.

I remembered Nobel Prize-winning physicist Murray Gell-Mann’s remarkable book that attempts to explain the physics of sub-atomic particles, and how these strange things form the material of which our world is constructed. In The Quark and the Jaguar, this incomprehensible subject is clarified from a number of different angles. I began to search the text for a passage that might unmask for the ant characters in Two Bad Ants the nature of the kitchen universe, and thereby help them understand the unlikely travails they were enduring. A text that the ants would like to read.

I found a passage that seemed in some abstract way to perfectly match up with the text and story of Two Bad Ants. I imagined a show in which, as the action proceeds, one of the ants is rapidly reading The Quark and the Jaguar to the other ant, as if this book were a fascinating instruction manual to the crazy world they have entered.

Here’s how the performance went.

On the movie screen in the museum’s auditorium, we projected the illustrations from the book, in sequence, as background to the action on stage.

Steve Angel—our visitor services manager, and a terrific actor—played one of the ants: a daredevil-ringleader tough guy. Steve’s task, while enacting the action, was to speak the text of the book, narrating in a bewildered way the events passing moment by moment.

I played the other ant: a maniac-brainiac geek. My task, while also enacting the action, was to be obsessed with reading aloud from The Quark and the Jaguar. That is, as we ants were battered and bruised and knocked all over the stage in turmoil and hazard, I, the crazed intellectual, was oblivious to the danger. I only wanted to read aloud to my friend from this amazing book I’d gotten my hands on.

What words was I, the ant, reading aloud so rapidly? What did I find so fascinating that I couldn’t spare an instant even to save myself from catastrophe? What does The Quark and the Jaguar have to say to an ant living out his terrible destiny inside the story of Two Bad Ants?

I can’t include the complete text of Two Bad Ants, alternating with the text from pages 16 to 20 of The Quark and the Jaguar, juxtaposed in exactly the way we did. But here is the first half of the performance: perhaps, just as my ant-character was able to unmask his terrifying world, you will find, via Murray Gell-Mann—the man who invented the concept of the quark—that the universe is a place that can be unmasked as well.

Steve Ant: The news traveled swiftly through the tunnels of the ant world. A scout had returned with a remarkable discovery—a beautiful sparkling crystal. When the scout presented the crystal to the ant queen she took a small bite, then quickly ate the entire thing.

Andy Ant: A wonderful example of the simple underlying principles of nature is the law of gravity, specifically Einstein’s general-relativistic theory of gravitation (even though most people regard that theory as anything but simple).

Steve Ant: She deemed it the most delicious food she had ever tasted. Nothing could make her happier than to have more, much more. The ants understood. They were eager to gather more crystals because the queen was the mother of them all. Her happiness made the whole ant nest a happy place.

Andy Ant: The phenomenon of gravitation gave rise, in the course of the physical evolution of the universe, to the clumping of matter into galaxies and then into stars and planets, including our Earth. From the time of their formation, such bodies were already manifesting complexity, diversity, and individuality. But these properties took on new meanings with the emergence of complex adaptive systems.

Steve Ant: It was late in the day when they departed. Long shadows stretched over the entrance to the ant kingdom. One by one the insects climbed out, following the scout, who had made it clear—there were many crystals where the first had been found, but the journey was long and dangerous.

Andy Ant: Here on Earth that development was associated with the origin of terrestrial life and with the process of biological evolution, which has produced such a striking diversity of species. Our own species, in at least some respect the most complex that has so far evolved on this planet, has succeeded in discovering a great deal of the underlying simplicity, including the theory of gravitation itself.

Steve Ant: They marched into the woods that surrounded their underground home. Dusk turned to twilight, twilight to night. The path they followed twisted and turned, every bend leading them deeper into the dark forest.

Andy Ant: Research on the sciences of simplicity and complexity…naturally includes teasing out the meaning of the simple and the complex, but also the similarities and differences among complex adaptive systems…

Steve Ant: More than once the line of ants stopped and anxiously listened for the sounds of hungry spiders. But all they heard was the call of crickets echoing through the woods like distant thunder.

Andy Ant: …functioning in such diverse processes as the origin of life on Earth, biological evolution, the behavior of organisms in ecological systems, the operation of the mammalian immune system, learning and thinking in animals…the evolution of human societies, the behavior of investors in financial markets, and the use of computer software and/or hardware designed to evolve strategies or to make predictions based on past observations.

Steve Ant: Dew formed on the leaves above. Without warning, huge cold drops fell on the marching ants. A firefly passed overhead that, for an instant, lit up the woods with a blinding flash of blue-green light.

Andy Ant: The common feature of all these processes is that in each one a complex adaptive system acquires information about its environment and its own interaction with that environment, identifying regularities in that information, condensing those regularities into a kind of “schema” or model, and acting in the real world on the basis of that schema. In each case, there are various competing schemata, and the results of the action in the real world feed back to influence the competition among those schemata.

Steve Ant: At the edge of the forest stood a mountain. The ants looked up and could not see its peak. It seemed to reach right to the heavens. But they did not stop. Up the side they climbed, higher and higher.

Andy Ant: Each of us…functions in many different ways as a complex adaptive system. (In fact the term “schema” has long been used in psychology to mean a conceptual framework such as a…being always uses to grasp data, to give them meaning.)

Steve Ant: The wind whistled through the cracks of the mountain’s face. The ants could feel its force bending their delicate antennae. Their legs grew weak as they struggled upward. At last they reached a ledge and crawled through a narrow tunnel.

Andy Ant: Imagine you are in a strange city during the evening rush hour, trying to flag down a taxi on a busy avenue leading outward from the center. Taxis rush by you, but they don’t stop. Most of them already have passengers, and you notice that those cabs have their roof lights turned off. Aha! You must look for taxis with roof lights on.

Steve Ant: When the ants came out of the tunnel they found themselves in a strange world. Smells they had known all their lives, smells of dirt and grass and rotting plants, had vanished. There was no more wind and, most puzzling of all, it seemed that the sky was gone.

Andy Ant: Then you discover some in that condition and indeed they lack passengers, but they don’t stop either. You need a modified schema. Soon you realize that the roof lights have an inner and outer part, with the latter marked “Out of Service.” What you need is a taxi that has only the inner part of the roof light illuminated.

Steve Ant: They crossed smooth shiny surfaces, then followed the scout up a glassy curved wall. They had reached their goal. From the top of the wall they looked below to a sea of crystals. One by one the ants climbed down into the sparkling treasure.

Andy Ant: Your new idea receives confirmation when two taxis discharge their passengers a block ahead and then their drivers turn on just the inner roof lights. Unfortunately, those taxis are immediately grabbed by other pedestrians. A few more cabs finish their trips nearby, but they too are snapped up.

Steve Ant: Quickly they each chose a crystal, then turned to start the journey home. There was something about this unnatural place that made the ants nervous. In fact they left in such a hurry that none of them noticed the two small ants who stayed behind.

Andy Ant: You are impelled to cast your net wider in your search for a successful schema. Finally, you observe, on the other side of the avenue, going in the opposite direction, many taxis cruising with just their inner roof lights on. You cross the avenue, hail one, and climb in.

Steve Ant: “Why go back?” one asked the other. “This place may not feel like home, but look at all these crystals.” “You’re right,” said the other,” we can stay here and eat this tasty treasure every day, forever.” So the two ants ate crystal after crystal until they were too full to move, and fell asleep.

Andy Ant: As a further illustration, imagine that you are a subject in a psychology experiment in which you are shown a long sequence of pictures of familiar objects. The pictures represent various things, and each one may be shown many times. You are asked from time to time to predict what the next few images will be, and you keep trying to construct mental schemata for the sequence, inventing theories about how the sequence is structured, based on what you have seen. Any such schema, supplemented by the memory of the last few pictures shown, permits you to make a prediction about the next ones. Typically, those predictions will be wrong the first few times, but if the sequence has an easily grasped structure, the discrepancy between prediction and observation will cause you to reject unsuccessful schemata in favor of ones that make good predictions. Soon you may be foreseeing accurately what will be shown next.

Steve Ant: Daylight came. The sleeping ants were unaware of changes taking place in their new found home. A giant silver scoop hovered above them, then plunged deep into the crystals. It shoveled up both ants and crystals and carried them high into the air.

Andy Ant (Here is where I started to speak directly to Two Bad Ants author Chris Van Allsburg in the audience): Now imagine a similar experiment run by a sadistic psychologist who exhibits a sequence with no real structure at all. You are likely to go on making up schemata, but this time they keep failing to make good predictions, except occasionally by chance. In this case the results in the real world afford no guidance in choosing a schema, other than the one that says, “This sequence seems to have no rhyme or reason.” But…subjects find it hard to accept such a conclusion.

Steve Ant: The ants were wide awake when the scoop turned, dropping them from a frightening height. They tumbled through space in a shower of crystals and fell into a boiling brown lake…..

We continued our travails and our attempts to decode these…but I can’t quote the entire picture book in this blog. (You’ll have to buy a copy.) I think the audience liked the show. At least, afterwards, someone told me that Chris Van Allsburg said he had.

And so, persistent blog-readers, I leave you to your own Halloween maskings and unmaskings, in hope that the world will act more gently to you and yours than it did to those two bad ants.  Stay safe!

eBooks On The Road

Thursday, October 7th, 2010

A few weeks ago I was returning from a trip to Nantucket and the evening ferry was nearly empty. An energetic three-year-old boy was rushing about uncontrollably. His anxious mother announced that she was downloading a book for him. A few minutes later I heard a cartoon voice narrating a pirate story. I looked over, and saw the mother holding her iPad with the screen facing forward, as the now-rapt, standing child watched the “book” on the iPad screen tell its story. I admit I was appalled to understand that the machine had replaced the mother’s voice. Indeed, she was blocking the child from her body with this wall of a machine. What should have been a sensual, intimate picture book was reduced to a cartoon on a screen.

Years ago, when I travelled with young children, I always packed Arnold Lobel’s ready-to-read books in the diaper bag: the Frog And Toad series, Small Pig, and my favorite, Grasshopper On The Road. Coming back on a crowded plane from Florida to Chicago in February 1991, my wife, three-year-old son and two-year-old daughter found ourselves circling O’Hare Airport at midnight in a snowstorm. During this flight I had allowed my restless son to tramp up and down the aisles while I tagged along, eliciting irritated glares from fellow passengers. No one is despised like a parent who fails to control his undisciplined child. As the plane circled endlessly, I now held Sam firmly on my lap and read Grasshopper On The Road aloud with passion and urgency.

Among the foolish characters Grasshopper meets on his travels are a parade of Beetles marching in support of morning. They welcome Grasshopper when he says he likes morning too, but are furious when he adds that afternoon and night are also nice. Reading Lobel’s book made me feel better about being disdained for my parenting style by the other passengers on the plane. There are many ways to be a good parent; being supportive and indulgent just happens to be mine.

I have been a children’s bookseller for more than twenty-five years now. A few months ago the brilliant inventor and futurologist Nicholas Negroponte of M.I.T. told the world that the physical book will be dead in five years. This doesn’t leave much room for me and my life’s work. It’s easy to insult others by criticizing their incorrect actions, as I did when I reflexively felt critical of that mother on the ferry who used a cold machine to read aloud to her three-year-old. But I don’t want to be one of those know-it-all Beetles who insist they have the only answer. Rather, I aspire to be like the hero of Grasshopper On The Road, who embraces many alternatives. It is true that I am biased against eBooks–and against Professor Negroponte’s perspective–because I love physical books. But I am sure that if I had young children today, just like that mother on the Nantucket ferryboat, my child-rearing practice would include eBooks. She was demonstrating skill-sets that I don’t possess (just as Professor Negroponte possesses no children’s bookselling skills), and I judged her negatively without considering what her demonstrated skills said about her.

For instance, the book she had downloaded was about pirates. For a wild child on a ferryboat, this was perfect. In addition, her choice to have her son watch an animated book demonstrated her skill at rapidly reining in the child’s running. Finally, merely because she sometimes uses her iPad to acquire children’s literature doesn’t mean her family doesn’t also use traditional children’s books. Probably they love printed picture books, and the iPad is a useful addition to their reading practice.

I hope that just as I am willing to accept eBooks as fine additions to the arsenal of good parenting resources, those who tout eBooks like Professor Negroponte will leave room in their futurology for my beloved real-world picture books.

How Can I Get My Book Into Your Store — Part Two

Thursday, September 16th, 2010

It’s hard to convince a bookstore to sell your book.

Back in 1993 an editor I know was in Chicago for a sales meeting, and stopped by my store—The Children’s Bookstore—with her marketing director. We went out to lunch. She told me that Barnes & Noble hadn’t been stocking many of her children’s books, so her team had come up with a clever strategem to bypass the B&N buyers. The editor and her marketing director had visited the B&N branch on the Upper West Side of New York City, and surreptitiously placed several books they had published right onto the B&N shelves.

I was surprised, and asked how this would benefit her company’s children’s books. She said that perhaps when someone attempted to buy the books, and the Barnes & Noble cashiers scanned the barcodes on the books, an automatic process would add the books to the Barnes & Noble inventory system, triggering a re-order!

Ahem. I do not know if this strategy works, since I don’t work for Barnes & Noble. But I can say that no publisher or author need revert to such a method when it comes to The Carle’s bookstore.

Last month I revealed we’re pushovers when it comes to pushing local authors. This month I hereby reveal that if you’re a professionally published author suffering from non-locality relative to Western Massachusetts, there’s a way for you to push your books onto our shelves as well, without convincing me (the quirky, picky bookbuyer-cum-gatekeeper).

All you have to do is be willing to energetically promote the museum online, before and after your visit.

Hands down, the author who has done the best job at following through at this quid-pro-quo offer has been Melanie Hope Greenberg.

I met Melanie during a discussion on Roger Sutton’s blog. When she figured out that I run the shop at The Carle she asked if I would sell her books. Since she had decided to start marketing herself energetically online, we agreed that she would run an event here and then blog about it.

Melanie extended the impact of the write-up on her blog by reminding her Facebook friends of her visit here, several times (citing the narrative link to her blog). Then when we set up her signed books on a page of our online store, she posted this link in several places, and then even compiled a list of all the links on yet another page of her website.

I would say that any author who will promise to do such an energetic job of promoting the museum, post-visit, would be very welcome to come here to promote their book—and we’ll keep the book on our shelves in the future as well.

How Can I Get My Book Into Your Store? — Part One

Thursday, August 12th, 2010

“Do you have any books about Charles Darwin?” the anxious customer inquired.

“Yes,” I answered, “I have one by Peter Sis, one illustrated by Mary Azarian….” I realized that I wasn’t responding the way she wanted me to.

The customer started again. “What I need to know is, do you have the book about Darwin illustrated by him?” She pointed out the shop’s door to a bearded man near the visitor services desk. I could see that he was accompanied by Rita Marshall, the brilliant book designer who has created The Carle’s exhibition catalogs since we opened in 2002.

“Who is he?” I asked the customer.

“That’s Fabian Negrin. We were sure you would be carrying his book about Darwin, The Riverbank.”

This is a common experience. A customer approaches, asks if I have a book in stock, and then reveals that he or she doesn’t want to buy this book, but is checking to see if my bookstore is carrying it. This customer is the author, or is a friend of the author. Usually I don’t have the book. I have about ten thousand different books in stock, and there are millions of books in print.

I promised Fabian Negrin’s friend that I would research the title and perhaps order it.

A few days later another regular customer stopped into the store: local author Heidi Stemple. She showed me her two newest titles and asked if I was carrying them. Once again, I failed the test. This time though, I promised to order the books as soon as possible.

Local author Heidi Stemple with her two new books that Andy Laties did not currently have in stock.

Why did I promptly order Not All Princesses Dress In Pink, but fail to immediately order The Riverbank? Or, more broadly, why do I stock some books in The Carle’s bookshop, and not others? This is a complicated question, and since I get asked it quite often, I’ve decided to create a series of blogposts on the subject, called “How Can I Get My Book Into Your Store?” This is the introductory post in the series. I’m going to address the issue of stocking books by local authors.

I feel that independent bookstores should support local authors. Many independent booksellers feel the same way. There are plenty of reasons, but the basic one is that we depend on each other for survival. If I don’t play a useful, positive role in the local literary and art scene, then why should local authors—those most avid of booklovers—make an effort to shop at my store and recommend my store to their friends and family?

Independent bookstores that don’t make a special effort to support local authors give a single reason for this non-support: they say books by local authors don’t necessarily measure up to the store’s book-selection standards. It’s a harsh and often foolishly judgmental attitude. But being a book-buyer in a bookstore gives one a feeling of power, and this power is exercised in part by refusing to stock books one thinks aren’t good enough for one’s store.

I used to refuse to support local authors, back in my early days running The Children’s Bookstore in Chicago. I would tell local authors that I treated their books the way I treated all books: I judged by a single standard.

I thought this was a good way to do book selection because I thought this provided a guarantee of quality to my customers. At The Children’s Bookstore they would find only the finest books; nothing would appear on my shelves that wasn’t winnowed from a much larger selection on the basis of firm criteria. Merely because an author lived close to my store wasn’t a good reason for favoring their books on my shelves. Every author got the same opportunity to be present in my inventory.

Doesn’t that sound fair?

I was wrong. A local bookstore should be representative of the literary life in its region. That’s better for customers. Readers who visit independent bookstores should reasonably hope to encounter different arrays of books in different stores, and should reasonably hope to have the chance to find the work of authors who live near that store. My vaunted skills at book selection should not be called upon in this arena.

So, I learned to put my critical book selection instincts aside, as I grew in the field of independent bookselling. Now, after 25 years, I am completely comfortable putting my bookstore at the service of local authors. I will carry pretty much any illustrated children’s book that is created by an author who lives within perhaps a one-hour driving radius of The Carle. I encourage these authors to arrange to make presentations at the museum, and to let me know promptly when they have a new book released.

The best thing I have received in exchange is the friendship of these authors. What wonderful people are the ones who have devoted such energy to creating marvelous books for children. How fortunate I am to be in a position to help them achieve their objectives.

So, the best way for any author to get their book onto the shelves at The Carle’s bookshop is to move to Western Massachusetts. (Fabian, there’s a charming house for sale just up the road!)

My Fairy Tale Life, By Lisbeth Zwerger

Friday, July 9th, 2010

A few hours ago Lisbeth Zwerger walked into the The Carle and I told her the fairy tale story of why she is responsible for me being here, running The Carle’s bookshop.  She was surprised, because we had never met before!

Twenty-five years ago, in May of 1985, my partner Christine Bluhm and I visited Cooperative Children’s Book Center (CCBC) in Madison, Wisconsin—directed by Ginny Moore Kruse—to  research independent presses specializing in children’s books. Our new business—The Children’s Bookstore—was due to open that September; we wanted to carry books that customers wouldn’t see at other stores.

The CCBC small press collection was marvelous. One company in particular caught our eye: Alphabet Press, based in Northampton, Massachusetts. This new house was doing English-language editions of European picture books developed by the adventurous publisher Michael Neugebauer. The Alphabet Press/Neugebauer book-production values were remarkable. Their lead author was a young illustrator named Lisbeth Zwerger whose fairy tale picture books had an evanescent, luminous quality that won our hearts.

One month later we attended the American Booksellers Association convention in San Francisco to place the initial orders for our new bookstore. We sought out the Alphabet Press booth and told the two young people there—Motoko Inoue and Rick Richter—of our warm feelings for their new company. In fact, we got so enthusiastic that we did them the favor of buying all the books on their trade-show racks, after the convention was over, for shipment back to our store in Chicago. On opening day, September 7, 1985, a large Alphabet Press display graced our shelves.

Over the years, in several successive bookstores, we sold many Lisbeth Zwerger books. Meanwhile, the publishing industry changed around us. Alphabet Press became Picture Book Studio, and in 1994 was acquired by Simon & Schuster. Some of Lisbeth Zwerger’s titles are still published by Simon & Schuster, while some are with minedition (Michael Neugebauer’s current company), and others are with NorthSouth Books.

Rick Richter was hired to lead the launch of the brilliant children’s book publisher Candlewick Press in 1991, then in 1994 became top dog in charge of children’s books at Simon & Schuster; Rick supervised the arrival there of the books first published by his alma mater, Picture Book Studio.

In April 2002 I learned about the upcoming November opening of The Eric Carle Museum of Picture Book Art. I decided to seek the opportunity to develop the museum’s bookshop. I knew that Eric Carle had, back in the 80s, joined Lisbeth Zwerger on the Picture Book Studio author roster, and that in 1994 Eric Carle’s Picture Book Studio titles had moved to Simon & Schuster. I realized that my old friend Rick Richter–with whom I hadn’t spoken in ten years–might in his role as Eric Carle’s publisher at Simon & Schuster be able to help me land the bookstore job at the new Eric Carle Museum. When I contacted Rick to ask this favor, he told me Motoko Inoue was directing Eric Carle Studio, the entity that manages Eric Carle’s business activities. I reached out to Motoko.

My back-channel lobbying bore fruit. My family and I moved from Chicago to Western Massachusetts in August 2002. And so it is that eight years later, with the opening of our exhibition, An Exquisite Vision: The Art of Lisbeth Zwerger, I am able to thank Lisbeth Zwerger for creating the fairy tale books that led to my fairy tale life: as bookshop manager at The Carle.  (Click here to buy Lisbeth’s books!)

When “What’s Good For A Three Year Old?” Means “What’s Good For A Thirty Year Old?”

Tuesday, December 15th, 2009

Tis the season of friends and  relations, when “What’s good for a three year old?” may mean “I don’t know anything about the child I’m shopping for.”

How’s a bookseller to help? I ask about the parents. Personal interests, musical tastes, favorite vacation activities: clues to family lifestyle. Because these book-buyers are shopping for a family gift, and books they’ll choose must match parental values.

I sometimes find this process of working with friends and relations unnerving: books I suspect the child would enjoy may be ruled out by parental history and character. Mom hates abstract art. Dad is allergic to dogs. A prior spouse was an architect, so no books about buildings.

But I’m a professional, and these are puzzles I can help customers solve while, with luck, ensuring final choices are books that will satisfy parents and also be cherished by that three year old on whose behalf we are shopping.

What are some of your favorite can’t-miss family gift recommendations?

The Carle Book Shop Blog Goes Live

Friday, November 13th, 2009

Welcome to The Eric Carle Museum Bookstore’s new blog. This multivocal hodgepodge of opinions, queries and book reviews aims to entertain and engage.

Our blogging team is: Super-duper Barbara Elleman, Higgledy-piggledy Andy Laties, and Razzle-dazzle Eliza Brown. Can we write a couple of fun and useful posts each week? Like Eric Carle’s inspiring menagerie of humble bugs, we won’t quit trying.

We hope you like our show.