Sunday, April 06, 2008
(finally! The correct cover illustration!)
I couldn't take it any longer and had to have my Johnny Dixon fix. This is the first book in the Johnny Dixon character... and I think this was one of my favorites, way back when. Genuinely scary and spooky, this book is full of creeps and crawls and dark evil.
Johnny Dixon, living with his grandparents as his father flies fighter planes, is a good boy. Studious and clever, he's the sort of boy who does what he's told most of the time, but curious enough to occasionally do something he's not supposed to. Like steal a mysterious book from the library basement. A book that's been hollowed out to hold a scroll and a blue mummy figurine. A book that could have been put there by the ghost of evil Father Baart!
Like I said, this one is genuinely creepy. There is a very scary ghost, lots of yucky little spiders, another magic ring (there are a lot of magic rings in Bellairs books, I'm noticing), an adventure to the mountains, and of course, the cursed blue figurine. And, this book has Professor Childermass, one of my favorite characters ever.
Professor Childermass is a very smart, kind old man who has a rotten temper. It's so bad, in fact, he has made himself a 'fuss closet' in his house -- a padded closet where he can go and throw a complete tantrum. I love this. Who doesn't need a fuss closet sometimes? Professor Childermass also bakes amazing cakes, and I am fighting the urge to make something rich and gooey and chocolatey. Johnny and Professor Childermass play many games of chess by the fire late into the evenings, fortified by large hunks of gooey cakes. This sounds like the cosiest, best sort of evening ever, doesn't it?
Something else I love about these books is how it portrays kids' lives. Usually set in the 40s or early 50s, these kids walk home from school alone, get into fights in deserted parks (with bullies from school), linger in shop windows, go to the library, and stay up 'till 10 playing games of chess with their crotchety old neighbors. Do kids do any of these things anymore? I love the pace of life described. Come home from school, listen to a baseball game, do your homework, have dinner with your parents or grandparents, have an evening visitor who tells stories, have dessert, play a game, head to bed. It sounds so reassuring.
Unless, of course, you have an evil figurine hidden in your closet, directing you to do things like fight the bully and meet nasty scary ghosts in the park after dark, or ghosts who lead you up into the mountains with the intent of pushing you over the cliff to your doom. Then, not so reassuring.
Cleverly written, quirky and fun as ever, this is one of my favorite Bellairs' books. Now. Do I make a Sacher Torte or not?
Posted by Daphne at 4/06/2008