Available for the first time in one volume, this trilogy contains three complete, entertaining adventures of the lovable child Treehorn: The Shrinking of Treehorn, Treehorn's Treasure, and Treehorn's Wish.
"What do I like about writing for children? Everything," says Florence Parry Heide, the award-winning author of more than sixty children’s books, including the classic THE SHRINKING OF TREEHORN, illustrated by Edward Gorey. "I like the connection with children," the author says. "I like the connection with all kinds of book people. And I like the connection with my childhood self, which is the most of me. It is the most welcome and familiar of worlds. There miracles abound--indeed it is magical that something I might think of can be put into words, stories, ideas, and that those words end up in the heads of readers I will never meet."
Florence Parry Heide wrote SOME THINGS ARE SCARY, a humorous look at childhood bugaboos, more than thirty years ago. "I had finished another book and was in the mood to write something else," she says. "I decided to get some kindling from the garage, reached into the kindling box and--good grief!--grabbed something soft and mushy. I fled back to the house, scared to death." A brave return visit to the kindling box revealed the object of terror to be nothing more than a discarded wet sponge, but the thought remained: some things are scary. As she recalls, "What scared me as a child was that I’d never learn how to be a real grownup--and the fact is, I never did find out how it goes."
One thing Florence Parry Heide does have a good handle on is the concept of friendship, in all its humorous manifestations. THAT’S WHAT FRIENDS ARE FOR, a tongue-in-cheek tale cowritten with Sylvia Van Clief in 1967, pokes at the tendency of well-meaning friends to offer advice instead of help, and presents a valuable lesson about what true friendship means. "One of my many (true) sayings is ‘A new friend is around the corner of every single day,’ " the author declares. "Also true: Friendships last. And last."
Born and raised in Pennsylvania, Florence Parry Heide worked in advertising and public relations in New York City before returning to Pittsburgh during World War II. After the war, she and her husband moved to Wisconsin, where they raised five children, two of whom have cowritten critically acclaimed books with their mother. Florence Parry Heide now lives in Wisconsin.
Long ago I was a young reader growing up in the middle of nowhere (eleven miles from each of the three nearest towns, in fact). I didn't often get to the library, but I had a number of magazines and books thoughtfully delivered by the USPS. One of those magazines, a little digest-sized thing, included The Shrinking of Treehorn. What struck me was the illustration showing Treehorn walking under his own bed, he was that small, carrying a parcheesi-like gamepiece with his arms around its middle, moving it around the gameboard. I loved that. The magazine was lost to time, but I remember that one image from that one story.
Eight or ten years later I was in a bookstore and discovered Amphigorey. I recognized the artist's work right away.
Six or eight years further on I was working in a bookstore, remembered that it was a story about shrinking, illustrated by Gorey, and hunted it down. Then I learned that illustration exists only in my mind; Gorey did several similar, but not that one. Despite the trick of memory, I dearly loved that book. Sooner or later I discovered the other adventures of Treehorn, and now I love them, too. I love that no one ever listens to anything Treehorn says, not his best friend, not his parents, not his teacher or principal, no one. that pretty much nails childhood, for me.
Now I also enjoy how fabulously 70s the book is, the green color, the clothes. And how Treehorn adjusts to sudden wealth, and shrinking, and a genie in a bottle. His sang froid is amazing.
I hope everyone has a book from childhood that they loved then, and still love, the way I love this.
When I was six (or was it seven?) Flat Stanley by Jeff Brown and Scott Nash was all the rage. During one weekly library visit several of my classmates beat me to checking out our school's copies. I turned to our librarian with the hopes that she might scare up a copy.
Instead she produced The Shrinking of Treehorn by Florence Parry Heide and illustrated by Edward Gorey.
This is a simple story about a little boy who is quite literally shrinking. No one - not his parents, his teacher or his principal seems to notice or act the least bit concerned.
Told in a hilarious deadpan exacerbated by Gorey's wonderful drawings, Parry Heide's story taps into just how bewildering life's changes are to a child and just how many of those changes must be endured even if obvious conclusions remain elusive. Then again, it might just be a story about a shrinking boy.
When I reread Treehorn nearly twenty years later it struck me how much of the book's humor and sensibility had remained with me and turned up in my own personality. Reading as an adult obviously revealed new layers of the story, but its core remained intact and my sympathy for Treehorn only increased.
I did get my chance to read Flat Stanley at long last, not bad, but it never achieved the cherished place in my library that Treehorn occupies.
(My current edition of this book is included in the compilation The Treehorn Trilogy which also includes the highly enjoyable Treehorn's Treasure and Treehorn's Wish.)
My wife raves about these stories from her younger years. I finally read the old copy I was able to locate through the used book trade.
The story is entertaining without being too cute. Tree horn is a joy of a typical little boy with parents who are as attentive as the usual distracted parents but that all rests under the surface. Tree horn himself deals with shrinking, money growing on trees and a put-upon genie. All as little kids do.
My most favourite part is the Edward Gorey illustrations. Previously I had limited experience with his work, just passing references here and there. It was a great entertainment to have so many here, one on every other page.
If you can find a copy and have an intelligent young reader at home, share it with the child, grandchild or ward.
This may be the greatest character of all time. Long live Treehorn! Treehorn/Treehorn '08 My favorite ice cream is Treehorn. When I grow up, I want to be a Treehorn. I can lead a horse to water, and then make him read Treehorn. I took the angel down from off the top of the tree and put up Treehorn.
When I requested these books I had no idea how wonderful they would be! I thought I'd receive a paper pack copy of all three books made into one book. So I was happily surprised when I opened the package and found a gorgeous box set with hardback copies. I love Edward Gorey's books and illustrations, it's really awesome that these are in my collection! All three books are about Treehorn, who has interesting adventures and oblivious parents. Poor guy can't win. I wanted to get in the books and shake his parents, and throw Treehorn an amazing birthday. :)
Wonderful illustrator/author combination. A children's book, but much more fun for adults. Very funny and ominous at the same time. Sort of a warning to parents, really. Pay attention!! The author's description of how she came up with the storyline says it all. http://curiouspages.blogspot.ca/2010/... Love it love it love it. And Gorey is his usual fabulous.
Review from June 2014 *Contains spoilers* I devoured this omnibus paperback edition of Treehorn Times Three which I'd borrowed from the library in a short sitting on my sunny balcony today, and couldn't stop smiling through it all. When we meet Treehorn in The Shrinking Treehorn, he's just discovered he's mysteriously shrunken when he finds he can't reach a shelf in his closet he has always managed to reach before (it's an important shelf too, since that's where he keeps his bubblegum and candy bars hidden). Then as time goes by, his clothes get too big and he has to jump out of bed when he wakes up, since his feet no longer reach the floor. When he tries to alert his parents to this mysterious occurrence, all they're able to do is tell him to sit up straight at the breakfast and dinner table. It soon becomes clear that Treehorn is a perfectly normal little boy, his main problem being that all the adults around him are too self-absorbed to listen to a word he says. In book 2, Treehorn's Treasure, his father is having money problems, and meanwhile Treehorn has discovered that the tree in their backyard is literally sprouting dollar bills, but again, no one will listen when he mentions this. In book 3, Treehorn's Wish, he discovers a genie in a bottle, and his biggest problem is to figure out what his third wish should be, after he's wasted the first two wishes on basic things like a birthday cake and candles, because everybody has forgotten it's his special day, including both parents and his supposed best friend too. It all sounds so simple just told like that, but the magic is precisely in the telling with a very funny text by Heide and those great b&w drawings by Gorey. STRONGly recommended; now I'm seriously considering investing in the more recently published Treehorn Trilogy so I can reread it whenever the mood strikes!
Note from today, Nov. 24th 2018: it's done! I've finally ordered my own copy to keep just now! :-)
I was familiar with "The Shrinking of Treehorn" - that Kafkaesque parable of juvenile insignificance. The inimitable art of Edward Gorey expertly augments Heide's deadpan prose in a story which captures the perplexity of being small in a vast, vacuous world.
What I wasn't prepared for was to find the two sequels every bit as good. Heide and Gorey create a magical-realist version of the 1950's, by turns nightmarish and quaint, in which our hero is buffeted by the impartial gusts of fortune; his sarcastic friend Moshie always standing by with a stinging quip to bring him down to earth.
A superb trilogy, essential reading for ages 6-60.
#ThisBookTheseReasons Separately, Heide and Gorey are each weird, slightly sinister, sardonic, and brilliant, whether we’re discussing the writing or the illustration; together, they are diabolical! I’ve always loved anything I’ve come across that they’ve created. This is the first time I’ve ever purchased my own copies of their tiny trim size publications (though I do own the first Amphigorey anthology). Forget Treehorn’s Treasure—this box set is Christopher’s Treasure!
Three stories: Treehorn shrinks, sets a tree in his yard growing dollar bills, and struggles to make best use of a genie.
Quietly absurd and very clever. Heide does not do all the thinking for the reader— she is very much a “space between the branches” sort of writer. The Gorey illustrations match the mood exactly.
i loved these stories about treehorn (treehorn is such a great name!) and his terrible parents. edward gorey's artwork is perfect for these. what a great combination.
I originally wanted the Treehorn Trilogy because I love Gorey's artwork. I had never heard of Heide before. Thank God that's been remedied! An absolutely wonderful pairing of author and illustrator. Heide set this trilogy in the 1970s-1980s (unlike Gorey's preferred Edwardian era) but demonstrates her own brand of wry, understated, off-the-wall wit that shows she's a master of comedic writing in her own right. Each book is an absurdly deadpan little gem of surreal humor and fantasy.
The hero of all three books is a young boy named Treehorn. Each book takes "a day in the life" wherein, despite the total mundanity of Treehorn's young life, a fantastic and inexplicable magic event occurs to him which he must figure out (ah, the mystery!). He always seeks his parent's insight first but, alas, his very busy parents barely notice him or his predicaments. Treehorn appears so used to his parent's bland and blatant though benign neglect of him that he does not fuss or pout but accepts it as the normal course of his life and goes calmly about his business.
1. The Shrinking of Treehorn. The poor lad wakes up one day and discovers he can no longer reach a shelf in his closet and his clothes are now all too large. Hmm. Mom? Too bad, dear, I hope this cake doesn't fall. His parent's take when they finally do notice? Why would our son want to do that? And everyday he's a touch smaller. His best friend's opinion is that shrinking is a stupid thing to do. On the school bus, in class, during recess, at the Principal's office ~ no one gets excited over this startling turn of events. Least of all, Treehorn. Of course, he eventually figures out the wonderful bit of whimsy which is both the cause and the cure. (But I'm not gonna ruin it for you :-)
2. Treehorn's Treasure. Treehorn thoroughly enjoys comic books and the treasures listed in them that can be purchased with a coupon and a bit of change. Come to think of it, Dad owes him his allowance today. Does he? Dad is all about adages and proverbs. Save your money, son, it doesn't grow on trees. Reluctantly, Treehorn agrees. And deposits his dollar bill in a hole in their backyard tree for safe-keeping. Apparently a dollar bill placed in the interior of a tree will inspire it to quickly produce leaves that look just like dollar bills. Treehorn notices that some are ripe for the picking while other are still growing. Of course, he mentions this in turn to his mother, the house painter, the candy shop clerk, his Aunt Bertha and his father to little notice. A phlegmatic bunch to say the least. However, $26 buys a lot of comic books and candy. All good things must come to an end. How, when and why? Does it matter? Treehorn lives in the moment, takes life as it comes, has no regrets ... and a bunch of new comics :-)
3. Treehorn's Wish. It's Treehorn's birthday and hope springs eternal. He clears a space in his closet, just in case, to store all the many presents he might receive. He might get a TV today. Dad has to pay bills. Mom has to buy a new hat. Treehorn wonders if his parents might have a dog or a horse for him. When he heads outside to check all he finds is an old dirty jug. As he cleans it, a genie appears who Treehorn mistakes for the meter reader. His first wish... a birthday cake. Voila. And he has two more. Decisions, decisions. As usual, he shares the story of the genie and his pending wishes with all and sundry to little avail. Treehorn's tales of the marvelous are consistently and bizarrely underwhelming to his listeners. And therein lies the humor. Delightful reads all!
The physical set of books: High quality paper, printing, art reproduction and binding. Sturdy hardboard slipcase. I have never had any qualms about buying from Pomegranate. While the set is a touch pricey, you get the commensurate value in book quality. In this case, you truly get what you pay for. And that's high praise from a value shopper and book lover like me.
I’m a huge fan of Edward Gorey’s dense, quirky illustration (you can’t not fall in love with The Gashlycrumb Tinies, with its macabre whimsy and gleeful rhyming and depictions of ridiculously endangered tots) but I’m not sure that his line drawings add much to Heide’s already straightforward story-telling; her Treehorn trilogy finds young Treehorn in a variety of odd situations (I’m particularly charmed by The Shrinking of Treehorn), but her pragmatic approach set next to Gorey’s depictions of Treehorn’s parents in the kitchen, for example, renders these otherwise charming little books into something almost dull – or, at least, something to which you have to be attuned to the surreality of, in order to fully appreciate. And therein lies my problem with the set – these are children’s books, but I have no sense of what age to which they would appeal. Perhaps it’s more a personality fit than an age-group fit. Imaginative children might find the patterned line-drawings and quietly understated stories a canvass on which to paint their own atmosphere.
Enjoyable storytelling, a lovely set, but one I would have trouble gifting among the children-of-various-ages of my acquaintance. I suppose I shall just have to keep – and enjoy them – to myself. So sad ;)
Read as research when considering new baby books for a pregnant friend whose son coincidentally shares a name with another Florence Parry Heide character . Gory's art was pattern happy and iconic. Reading through the books I was awed by the world while contemplative of the sadness felt for the neglected Treehorn. I wondered the author's personal history and connection to her character.
I couldn't resist the complete series, especially Edward Gorey's understated illustrations. Poor Treehorn. His parents and teachers are clueless and distracted, but somebody is watching out for him. Treehorn manages to get what he wants in spite of ditzy parents.
Treehorn is a quirky kid who I really grew to sympathize with. Adults do not listen to him at all despite the amazing things go on around him. Picture book + magical realism = cool.