The perfect collection to read when you’re recovering from a root canal and the recent clusterfuck of a U.S. election, Madeline will make you feel like life is worth living, at least for the hour it takes to read the collection of the first six books in the series.
All gallows humor aside, Bemelmans’ books about redheaded, tiny Madeline, who famously lives in a convent school - the “old house in Paris that was covered with vines” - among the “twelve little girls in two straight lines” are as charming and ever so slightly dark as they were fifty years ago.
Last month, I learned that just after creating Madeline, author Ludwig Bemelmans wrote Hotel Splendide, based on his experiences as a waiter in a hotel restaurant. It was considered the Kitchen Confidential of its time. That same dark humor is softened in the Madeline books, but you can still catch sly glimpses of it.
And I guess we all just went with that darkness as kids, because in the first few books, some serious shit goes down. In the first book, Madeline is almost immediately given a life saving operation; rescued “from her watery grave” by a gentle, beautiful dog (Madeline’s Rescue); the little boy next door (the “Bad Hat” from Madeline and the Bad Hat) builds a guillotine to behead chickens; and a possibly dead horse is mentioned - and illustrated - in the context of a “glue factory” (Madeline in London).
And…Madeline and the Gypsies, in which Madeline and the Bad Hat run away with the circus and are adopted/kidnapped by a “Gypsy mother” who eventually *sews them into a lion costume so they can’t leave her*…well, that’s a whole other review.
The gentle bite of kidlit realism aside - and ignoring the fever dream insanity of Madeline and the Gypsies - these are classics for a reason. The art, the timeless verse (“…to the tiger in the zoo/Madeline just said ‘poo-poo!”), the soothing presence of Miss Clavel…all the elements are still just wonderful, mildly edgy, and magical.
This entire review has been hidden because of spoilers.