That the tone of this book is strange and mixed should come as no surprise to fans of the Skippy comic strip: Percy Crosby pioneered melancholy philosophizing in a kid strip (Charles Schulz is his direct heir). But the Skippy comic never got as melancholy as this book. Parts are effectively but nevertheless melodramatically flat-out maudlin; but even more disconcerting, and in some ways more depressing, is the extended dramatic irony wherein Skippy is exploited by an unscrupulous real-estate developer. Although often a cunning and impish Penrod/Tom Sawyer figure, Skippy meets his match as the forces of big business (and—shudder!—immigrants!) destroy his town, and trick him into complicity.
I can't imagine any kids enjoying this book (at least when I was a kid I didn't want to read about children being exploited by adults; that was my life); I'm not really sure of the target audience. It's solid Percy Crosby, though.
This novel from the comic strip SKIPPY was written by creator Percy Crosby. It was a huge critical success on its 1929 publication, becoming a best seller and an Academy Award winning film. A Big Little Book was made from the film. While many years worth of the comic strip retain their charm today, this novel does not. It is episodic to a fault, and thoroughly unengaging. I think the difference is that Crosby's drawings are utterly charming, and they drive each episode of the strip. This 335 novel has just 8 illustrations, and they do not drive the story as illustrations do the comic strip. I waded through three dull chapters before giving up on this book.
Old (1920s) kids lit. It was interesting. Apparently Crosby's comics are monumental classics, and I'm interested to dig into those. I really checked it out because one of Joseph Mankiewicz's ("Mank") earliest films is based on Crosby's Skippy, so I wanted to check it out. Overall a pretty sad story, actually, surprising this was popular fare for kids.