ON MY WAY TO GRANDPA' S by Ann Schweninger


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This has not the originality, goodness knows, of Schweininger's wordless A Dance for Three (1979)--nor have the pictures the buoyancy of her fanciful imaginings in The Man in the Moon As He Sails the Sky (also 1979). But as a latter-day, slightly more humdrum equivalent of the little evocations-of-experience that used to appear in quantity, it does well enough. The experience, this time, is a rainy-day walk to Grandpa's--narrated by Emily, who's put on her boots and (as reminded) taken her umbrella. En route, she companionably addresses an ant, a squirrel, some birds, and a rabbit, apropos of the rain or of Grandpa (to the chirping birds, somewhat artificially, ""Grandpa tells me stories too""; to the rabbit cowering under a leaf, more aptly, ""Don't worry. . . . Soon the sun will shine again. Rain makes your clover grow""). But it's the feeling transmitted of delectation (not fearfulness--even at the sound of thunder) that gives the book its modicum of staying--power-along with Emily's leap into the open arms of a not-too-ancient Grandpa. (The setting, though, is one hundred percent bucolic.) Passable or skippable, depending on how you want to look at it.

Pub Date: May 23rd, 1981
Publisher: Dial