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By Eleanor CameronIn an age of television watching, I am probably, like most of you, a reading animal. It might even be that this hunger for reading, which seems to increase with age, is being sharpened by my aversion to those attitudes and practices which have called forth the ideas...
GYPSY HOUSEGREAT MISSENDENBUCKINGHAMSHIRE6th October, 1972Paul Heins Esq.,The Horn Book,585 Boylston Street,Boston,Mass.02116U.S.A.Dear Mr. Heins,Kaye Webb has told me that Eleanor Cameron dislikes “Charlie and the Chocolate Factory” intensely. She added that you weren't crazy about it either. Both of you are entitled to think what you like about it. Kaye also...
June 12, ’70Dear Mr. Heins -I hope you’ll understand if I tell you that I tend to be a bit “uptight”, even neurotic perhaps, about being edited. It’s not vanity — I don’t think I’m a great writer, or even a good one (in fact, I’m not a writer) —...
May 10, ’70Dear Mr. Heins,Bob Kraus just read your letter to me (the one about my Caldecott acceptance speech) over the phone. I’m afraid now that in addition to having to make a speech, which for me will be like walking on red hot embers & broken glass, I will...
In a strange way, every day is a day of gift-giving for those who work with children and books. Such words, of course, should be no more than whispered; for who can endure to think that he or she has made a routine of what should be spontaneous? But if...
In the spring of this year Max Rafferty, California’s Superintendent of Public Instruction, wrote an article praising Walt Disney as “the greatest educator of this century.” Frances Clarke Sayers challenged Dr. Rafferty’s stand in a letter to the Los Angeles Times, which we reprint with Mrs. Sayers’ permission.It is a...
1 June, 1965Dear Ruth:I hope it’s permissible for an author to spend an inordinate number of hours in gleeful pride (or prideful glee?) over a review in THE HORN BOOK. In any case, that's what I've been doing.Well, needless to say I’m delighted you liked THE BLACK CAULDRON. Seriously delighted,...
by Lloyd AlexanderThe muse in charge of fantasy wears good, sensible shoes. No foam-born Aphrodite, she vaguely resembles my old piano teacher, who was keen on metronomes. She does not carry a soothing lyre for inspiration, but is more likely to shake you roughly awake at four in the morning...
The arrival of Harriet the Spy with fanfare and announcements of approval for its "realism" makes me wonder again why that word is invariably applied to stories about disagreeable people and situations. Are there really no amiable children? No loyal friends? No parents who are fundamentally loving and understanding? I...