Books at Bedtime: The Boy in the Garden by Allen Say
Monday, September 27th, 2010
What a thrill to receive in the post a few days ago Allen Say‘s new book, The Boy in the Garden (Houghton Mifflin, 2010). I’ve been on tenterhooks to read it since getting a glimpse of the mock-up at the Bologna Children’s Book Fair. Little Brother was just as excited as I was and we read it that evening as our bedtime story.
Set in Japan, the story tells of a New Year visit that Jiro pays to a neighbor with his father, who, as is a parent’s wont, instructs him to be on his best behavior: but too busy looking around, taking in the beautiful garden for himself, “The boy did not hear him.” Jiro soon wanders through the house into the garden, where he is captivated by the statue of a crane. As he reaches out to touch it, he is disturbed by laughter behind him, from his father and Mr Ozu. Stung, he runs deeper into the garden and is suddenly carried into the world of one of the stories his mother tells him: a rather bitter-sweet tale called The Grateful Crane, which Say retells at the beginning of the book…
The Boy in the Garden is a charming story that blends realism and imagination with such a keen awareness of the child’s perspective that 9-year-old Little Brother couldn’t stop himself asking several times, “Is it really the Crane Woman?” or “Did it really happen?” The art-work is as breath-taking as one would expect – a small boy you just want to pick up and cuddle; a beautiful, ethereal Crane Woman; and the luminescent scenes filled with unobtrusive, authentic detail.
This is a perfect book for sharing together. It’s a story that will grow with young listeners until they become adults themselves: because Say’s writing is so perfectly attuned to the perspective of all his characters – and his readers. For example, I know that the significance of the adults laughing held a slightly different nuance for Little Brother than it did for me. I’ve been there; I’ve done that. Hmm, a slight feeling of guilt – but it’s washed away by the end, as father and son walk home together. Father tries to play along, only to have the cold water of reality (or is it?) thrown over him:
“You know, son, for a moment that crane looked real.”
“It’s just a statue, Papa.”
Now, how many times has that happened?! But, of course, there’s the suggestion of a twist at the very end, which keeps the uncertainty alive…
Thank you, Allen Say, for another masterpiece.






















































