For some life became a bit brighter a few days ago with the release of Megan Whalen Turner‘s A Conspiracy of Kings. I was one of the fortunate ones to read this book early, but now that it is out it is great fun to read the commentary about it, especially at the fan site, sounis. And I just noticed a spoilerish post asking for theories about what would happen next. You mean it won’t all end on a train station twenty years later with a bunch of kids? Let me phrase that again, “It won’t all end on a train station twenty years later with a bunch of kids? Please?” Seriously — for those who are into this series, some fun speculations.
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Harriet the Spy: Blog Wars premiered on the Disney Channel this past Friday. Feeling it was churlish to moan about it without seeing it I DVRd it and watched it yesterday. So now let me roll up my sleeves and begin. (And if Ms. Fitzhugh is reading this from on high — only do so if you want a laugh.)
So you’ve got Harriet, a rather pleasant high school student and her two friends, Janie and Sport. You’ve also got Marion and entourage. All in a Gossip-Girlish-looking high school, but without a smidgen of sex, amour, anything of that sort. No, no, no; they are all wholesome kids being mean in the mildest and Disneyish way. We get brief vignettes of Janie and Sport being Janie and Sport (sort of) and a few more of Harriet spying (and I have to say the one with the painter is very creepy because it is about him preying on women, but of course it is totally unsexual as this is Disney), Marion rolling eyes, some bantering with the cook/trainer about tomato sandwiches, and various other similar badly-done references to the original book.
Notebooks, check. Disinterested parents, check. Ole Golly, che…er…OMG…Golly, as she is now known, looks to be about five years older than Harriet and dresses more or less the same (well, no short private school skirt, but you get the picture, I hope). I could deal with the kids being in high school and being so flattened out, but (Ole) Golly turned into a deadly dull drippy Nanny Diary ish nanny? Who **spoiler** leaves Harriet to take over a coffee bar? Jeez.
So anyway, Harriet is in a very lovely private school where there is to be a competition for a “class blogger.” Evidently there is a tradition for one student in the class to write a blog just for the class. Harriet and Marion are selected to vie for this; whoever produces posts that get the most hits and comments wins. As a teacher in a very lovely private school who has been blogging with her students for some years this rang so false I can’t even tell you. It was lame, lame, lame. Schools do not do this. They do not, they do not, they do not. Stupid, stupid, stupid. So okay, I got that off my chest.
Now we go even further into the depths of horrid book adaptations. Harriet’s father is now a movie producer and is doing one with a teen heart-throb. Long story short — Harriet stalks the guy to get stuff for her blog to get the necessary hits to win. Shenanigans on set and off ensue. Harriet is revealed as having exaggerated her relationship with the star and all are mad at her. More stuff happens, more hijinks, and finally all is sorted out. Harriet becomes class blogger, check. Harriet’s friends come back to her, check. Harriet’s parents hug her, check. Golly hugs her, check. Movie magazines hug her, check. The end.
Final recommendation: don’t bother.
For children in past eras, participating in the culture of childhood was a socializing process. They learned to settle their own quarrels, to make and break their own rules, and to respect the rights of others. They learned that friends could be mean as well as kind, and that life was not always fair.
Now that most children no longer participate in this free-form experience — play dates arranged by parents are no substitute — their peer socialization has suffered. One tangible result of this lack of socialization is the increase in bullying, teasing and discrimination that we see in all too many of our schools.
David Elkind makes some compelling points about recess, play, and the culture of childhood in “Playtime is Over.” The piece is in response to a recent article about how some schools are putting in place recess coaches to help children learn how to play. Since I’ve always felt strongly that we adults needed to stay out of the kids’ way during recess, only interfering if safety is involved, Elkind’s points were striking. While there are kids experiencing childhood closer to what I experienced (as I do see them exercising their imaginations and playing as I did) there are others who are experiencing a very different one and perhaps do need the sort of help these coaches provide. Thought-provoking indeed.
Yesterday I saw Red, a play about Mark Rothko that has been a hit in London and has now come to New York for a limited engagement. There are just two in the cast: Alfred Molina playing Rothko and Eddie Remayne his assistant. I found it riveting and will be interested to see what reviewers think when it opens here next week. Doing a little procrastinating, I mean, serious research, I discovered that the play’s creator, John Logan, is currently writing the screenplay for The Invention of Hugo Cabret slated to start filming this summer in Europe. I would have said there is nothing else in common between the two artists, Rothko and Selznick, but maybe I’m wrong? As far as I know Brian isn’t a tortured Jewish artist and I would like to think he is a bit kinder to employees. On the other hand, he is pretty darn thoughtful as Rothko seems to have been. Well, I suppose if I tried I’d get more of the six degrees of whatever between them. But I’ve procrastinated enough I think.
Does it fall? Find out in Linda Sue Park’s contribution to the Exquisite Corpse Adventure.