How I Learned Geography
By Uri Shulevitz
Farrar, Straus & Giroux
Ages 4 and up
On shelves now
Your story is your own, and when you choose to share it with the world you may find it hard to stop. There is no subject you are better familiar with, of course. Human beings can write diaries with a lifetime’s worth of memories. They can pen autobiographies that go from cradle to near grave and still find enough information for a couple thousand pages more. Maybe that’s why I have so much respect for the picture book autobiography. Particularly when it’s not even a look at an entire life, but a snatched moment in a person’s youth that made them who they are today. Look back on your own life. If you had to synthesize it down to the one moment that defined who you are right now, what would it be? For Caldecott Award winner Uri Shulevitz, it all comes down to a map. And so, with brevity and wit and a feel for what makes a picture book worth reading, Mr. Shulevitz recounts a time of trial from his life that is touching in its seeming simplicity.
When young Uri Shulevitz fled Moscow with his family to the relative safety and security of then Turkestan (now Kazakhstan) they had little money and littler food. One day the boy’s father goes out to buy bread, but when he comes home it is not with anything edible but with a map. Uri is furious at this dad and has to put up with his neighbors noisily smacking their lips as they devour their own miniscule dinner. Yet when Uri’s father hangs the map on their wall, it offers the boy unexpected joys. Through its presence he goes round the world, exploring everything from cold mountain peaks to the thrill of beautiful temples. The map offers the boy escape from his hard life and perhaps helps to set him on his way as an artist and illustrator. An Author’s Note explains more about Uri’s life with a photograph and two drawing samples, one from age ten and one from thirteen.
My co-worker Rebecca made a remarkable point about this book. She recounted to me a story in which a person referred to himself as poor. His mother was quick to correct him, saying that they weren’t “poor” they were just broke. If you are broke you’re simply going to bad times, but if you’re poor then that’s a state of mind from which you can never escape. As Rebecca puts it, the moment Uri’s father bought that map instead of bread he made a conscious choice to be broke. Not poor.
Many of us will recognize Mr. Shulevitz’s work because of his remarkable Caldecott Honor winning book Snow. That was a book of cold blues and an almost Maurice Sendakian feel for children’s playfulness. How I Learned Geography replicates that playfulness, but the art is where Shulevitz does what may well be his best work. The watercolors in this book run the gamut from the blood red overtones of a Warsaw sky to the bleak sand-colored roofs of Turkestan homes. Because the map has long since been lost to time, Mr. Shulevitz had to replicate it here from memory. It really is a splendid, colorful creation too, and when Uri recites the exotic names he finds there in a kind of incantation, he is seen flying over its flattened surface. I loved the tiny details of this imaginative journey. Look at how Shulevitz has somehow created the undulating lines of little ripples of sand in a burning desert. And the view of the city with all its buildings becomes a model of impossible angles and jutting towers. Little Uri even engages the reader directly when his father first comes home with the map. As his mother holds out her hand for the bread that will not come, Uri looks directly at the reader and points to his father, as if to say “What is up with this guy?”
The natural comparison to make when considering this book is to hold it up against Peter Sis’ The Wall. This isn’t a particularly fair comparison, though. Sis’ autobiography had an adult slant to it. He was actually summing up his early life in a thousand bits and pieces, as opposed to Shulevitz’s minimalist view of his own. And while The Wall had child-friendly sections below each picture, it didn’t feel like something made with an entirely child-aged audience in mind. What’s so interesting about How I Learned Geography, in contrast, is that it feels wholly and entirely child-friendly. Yes, it has an Author’s Note in the back that’s directed at adults, but the book itself has a wonderfully young feel. Sentences are simple and beautiful and short. The flights of fancy Uri goes on are so much fun to read that kids will find quite a lot to grab onto and love in this author’s story. It’s a remarkable mix of memory and storytelling that works beautifully in its current elegant format.
It’s one thing to have a life worth telling and another thing entirely to know how to tell it. In How I Learned Geography, Uri Shulevitz presents his masterpiece. Image, heart, and story combine to show us the best of the autobiographical picture book format. A book that will touch all who read it because it reminds us that once in a while our dreams bleed into our reality. A beautiful piece.
On shelves now.
Notes on the Title: Sad to say, this might be the one flaw I find with this book. It’s accurate but will perhaps mislead parental shoppers who see it as more geography-based than it truly is. Or am I just a worrywart? Probably a bit of both.
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