"(R)adio was a partnership. The radio furnished the sounds, and the listener supplied the pictures. TV and movie screens have shaded us from the evocative power of sound. Our eyes enslave us. 'Seeing is believing.' In contrast to TV, which asks us to merely turn it on and become a passive dartboard, radio asked us to meet it halfway, to co-create the moment. The resulting pictures in our heads had a depth of reality possible only when the camera is the person."
—Knots in My Yo-yo String, P. 43
Wow. Throughout the 1990s, I really don't know if there was an author on the planet who could touch Jerry Spinelli as a writer on a good day. Every single book that he produced during that particular stretch of years, even books that were short or at first glance seemed relatively unambitious, packed a potent jolt that I haven't consistently seen the likes of from anyone since that time. That's not to say that Jerry Spinelli doesn't still reach that rarified air with an absurd regularity that dwarfs the success of almost any other author, but it seems to me that the 1990s for Jerry Spinelli served as the power source decade for everything that he has ever written or will eventually write, and his golden reputation as one of the greatest novelists in recent memory for young readers was forever set in stone by such classics from that time as Maniac Magee, Fourth Grade Rats, Crash, The Library Card, Wringer and yes, Knots in My Yo-yo String, too. All of those books changed my fundamental perceptions of writing and instilled within me a deeper sense of the awesome power that words can have. In a major sense, the writing of Jerry Spinelli is what confirmed for me the rich potential artistic rewards that could come from creating stories, and gave me the desire to do some of that myself.
Where does one begin in describing a book that captures an era (America in the 1940s) to such perfection? The low-key descriptions of the time are greatly enhanced by Jerry Spinelli's personal recollections of what he was thinking and feeling as the events of his day were going on around him, and no one is better at that kind of description than Jerry Spinelli. He talks about a very early memory of hearing an air raid siren go off during the period of America's involvement in World War II, and his fascination from an early age with sports; the types of friends he had, and the kind of student he was in school. I don't know how he manages to skip around in the narrative of his life as he does in this book without getting confused about what needs to go next to keep up the smooth flow of the story, but Knots in My Yo-yo String never falters in this respect for a single moment. Every one of the tales that he has to tell has that luminosity about it that can be found in everything that Jerry Spinelli writes, that unmistakable glow that leaves me literally breathless each time as the action reaches its boiling point. Knots in My Yo-yo String is all true, but the deeply magical sense of wonder surrounding the entire story is, somehow, exactly the same as for the mesmerizing fiction that Jerry Spinelli writes. Will he never cease to amaze me?
The emotional content and perceptiveness of this book is incredible. Jerry Spinelli is quite obviously a thinker, and the types of insights that he has gleaned about his own childhood to provide deeper meaning to this book are remarkable in their wisdom. From ideas in retrospect about the ways that he interacted with his younger brother and the memories from their short time as kids together that most stayed in his thinking, to an inside perspective on his own competitive nature and how that shaped his view of sports, the thoughts that Jerry Spinelli shares in Knots in My Yo-yo String are phenomenal in their graceful revelation of the parts of our own selves that we may never have fully understood until having the light shined on them in this way. It's impossible not to run into forms of ourselves in Jerry Spinelli and other characters throughout this book, and so often the wraiths of Jerry Spinelli's past end up reflecting crucial truths in our own, which is what really supplies the story with its power to profoundly affect any type of reader.
I love this book. I love it in a way that I somehow keep in reserve exclusively for books authored by Jerry Spinelli; to compare the works of anyone else to him would be a disservice to the creative powers of those other writers. The way I see it, Jerry Spinelli is that good. Knots in My Yo-yo String will always occupy a special place in my soul, I am sure, and even if I'm incapable of describing the book here as well as it deserves, when I think back on the story and remember how it changed me, the uncatchable thoughts inside my own my head will always be adequate for me, at least, to understand why I love it so.
Marvelous. Absolutely marvelous. I would give at least three and a half stars to Knots in My Yo-yo String.