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I am not as immensely grieved to hear of the death of E. L. Konigsberg as I have been to hear of other authors' deaths (still not over losing Diana Wynne Jones and that's been some time), but she was and remains one of my formative writers. She fused a no-nonsense pragmatism and practicality with the ability to let her characters dream big. From the Mixed-Up Files of Mrs. Basil E. Frankweiler is in many ways a fantasy novel, even though nothing physically impossible happens in it. It's just so unlikely, that they go live at the Met, that no one catches them. The whole book is so unlikely as to, when all its circumstances are put together, be in essence impossible, but it's so carefully grounded in physical reality and in logistics that you can let that slide. One of Ursula Le Guin's reviews of her own novel The Beginning Place describes that book as 'for persons who need to know that the best way to get downtown is to take the bus'. I believe she meant this self-disparagingly, but I would use that phrase to describe many of Konigsberg's works, and I mean it as a compliment. If you are running away from home to go live in a museum, you may wish to start by obtaining a train schedule.
My favorite has always been Jennifer, Hecate, Macbeth, William McKinley, and Me, Elizabeth, which is not a book about which I have ever seen much discussion, possibly because of the length of the title. I treasure it because both of the principal characters are kinds of weird kid I have also been, and because it is consistently funny without ever being comedy of embarrassment, and because it understands that a certain kind of thirteen-year-old girl, let loose in a reference library, will take up witchcraft as a hobby (well before learning about it as a religion) and then be confused when everyone around reacts... the ways they tend to react.
But I have literally never read a Konigsberg I didn't like. If she was anything like her books, she was brisk and funny and kind, and I have always wished her well, and I still do.
My favorite has always been Jennifer, Hecate, Macbeth, William McKinley, and Me, Elizabeth, which is not a book about which I have ever seen much discussion, possibly because of the length of the title. I treasure it because both of the principal characters are kinds of weird kid I have also been, and because it is consistently funny without ever being comedy of embarrassment, and because it understands that a certain kind of thirteen-year-old girl, let loose in a reference library, will take up witchcraft as a hobby (well before learning about it as a religion) and then be confused when everyone around reacts... the ways they tend to react.
But I have literally never read a Konigsberg I didn't like. If she was anything like her books, she was brisk and funny and kind, and I have always wished her well, and I still do.
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Date: 2013-04-21 02:03 am (UTC)That was the first one of hers I ever read, because of the title. From the Mixed-Up Files of Mrs. Basil E. Frankweiler was the one
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Date: 2013-04-21 05:43 am (UTC)So do I.
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Date: 2013-04-21 04:33 pm (UTC)Also I adore The Beginning Place. So there's that.
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