Astrid Lindgren’s Pippi in the South Seas (1959) Trans. Gerry Bothmer Illus. Louis S. Glanzman Pippi kicks ass. Really. She stands out. Sure, a lot of the heroines I’ve been spending time with this summer are spunky. S’why I liked them. Whether it was Ramoma adding whiskers and a tail
Astrid Lindgren's Pippi Goes on Board (1946) Trans. Florence Laborn Illus. Louis S. Glanzman Viking Press, 1957 Here’s how our heroine introduces herself: “My name’s Pippilotta Delicatessa Windowshade Mackrelmint Efraim’s Daughter Longstocking, daughter of Captain Edraim Longstocking, formerly the Terror of the Sea, now a cannibal King. But everybody calls me Pippi.”
Alina Bronsky’s Broken Glass Park (2008) Trans. from the German, Tim Mohr Europa Editions, 2010 I read the opening sentences of Broken Glass Park when I was walking home from the library. The temperature had warmed enough for me to have my mittens off, the sidewalks had melted and smoothed
Elizabeth Vonarburg's Reluctant Voyagers (1995) Trans. from the French Jane Brierley Does sci-fi reading use a different muscle? If so, mine is out of practice. And no wonder. With exception of a handful of fantasy novels and one speculative fiction novel, I've been decidedly rooted in realism this reading year.
Astrid Lindgren's Pippi Longstocking (1945) Trans. Florence Lamborn Illus. Louis S. Glanzman NY: Viking Press, 1950 My copy of Pippi Longstocking is a bookclub edition, one of several that my mother ordered for me when I was a girl. What sets Pippi (and Rudyard Kipling's Kim) apart in this series, however, is the
