Well this ol' book was written by a real white feller back in 1974 and while he doesn't do anything to hog wild he is weird about the one Jewish and the one Italian character who show up. I did enjoy reading it and the illustrations are these extremely from-life pencil drawings with expression capture skills that I am frankly still staring deeply into. Very weird drawings in some ways although of course in some ways just very skillfully executed traditional drawings. Anyway this book does have a smidge of poopiness as mentioned above but mostly it's a pretty sweet collection of memories this author has about a friend of his he had when he was young and who grew up to be a Reverend, you find out at the end.
I maybe would have gone down to three stars after the stuff with the two non-WASP characters but there's this, toward the end, which I think is some very strange and fine writing:
"I'll say this much for Miss Kelly--she wasn't mean. Her role in life was not an easy one, with Soup and me around. So afterward, when the waste basket was empty, Miss Kelly told Soup what a good job he did. She said that she liked him a lot. Then the said that when she liked somebody, she called him Soup. But if she didn't like someone, he got called Luther no matter who was listening!"
I like this because it would be easy in a book like this to leave the teacher unsympathetic (most of the grownups in this book are not superstar grownups), but I like that he has this awareness of what she's up against and that what she brought to meet it took some effort on her part. And I really love this funny little business about how she'll call him Luther if she doesn't like him. Luther, or "Soup," after whom the book is named, hates the name Luther, and I like that Miss Kelly let him know that who he is is determined by how he acts, and that she'll respect his desire to be known as the person he wants to be known as--called by the name he's chosen--if he lives up to it. I think that's pretty good for a book this simple.
Soup also gets a new pair of boots which he is excited are orange and squeaky. "It's like having birds between your toes," he says. Pretty weird. Pretty good.