Reviewed by Jeanne
The year is 1948. Lewis Barnavelt, a shy, chubby,
bookish boy, has just lost both his parents in an automobile accident. Now he is on a bus to New Zebedee, Michigan
to live with an uncle he’s never met. His
concerns aren’t exactly alleviated when Uncle Jonathan meets the bus wearing
what appears to be some sort of robe, though his uncle assures him it’s nothing
of the sort. It’s a kimono.
His uncle’s house is just as eccentric. It’s huge, rambling old mansion filled with
clocks, books, and all manner of odd items—some of which seem to change
unexpectedly. Uncle Jonathan and his
cookie baking friend, Mrs. Zimmerman, introduce Lewis to the fine art of poker
playing, allow him to stay up all night if he wishes, and gives him free rein
of the house. Lewis is aware, however,
that his uncle is keeping secrets from him, and wonders that Uncle Jonathan
goes poking about the house at night, tapping walls and muttering to himself. When his uncle realizes Lewis is on to him,
he reveals that the house formerly belonged to a dark warlock and his wife, and
that the warlock hid a clock inside the walls of the house and it seems to be
counting down to. . . something. Something very bad.
And by the way, Uncle Jonathan is also a warlock and
Mrs. Zimmerman is a witch.
This is the first in a wonderful children’s series
by John Bellairs, one which I am ashamed to admit I only read recently. In my defense, I did read and enjoy others by
him in various series; I just never went back to where it all started. At the time, I had some kids who would ask
for scary books that weren’t, um, cheats.
You know the ones: like
Scooby-Doo, where the kids chase ghosts and demons and such, but they always
turn out to be some guy (or woman) wearing glow in the dark paint. Those are fine, but sometimes a reader wants
a nice little fright that isn’t a fraud.
Bellairs fit the bill.
But the books aren’t dark and despairing. They’re about almost ordinary people who
fight evil and who use books and knowledge to do so. Also there is usually a generational divide—a
boy with a much older adult—but there is always a warm and supportive bond
between the two. Uncle Jonathan wants to
protect his nephew but he doesn’t condescend to him.
The settings were another winner for me. They’re always set some 60 or more years ago,
and decorated by radio detectives, decoder rings, old automobiles, and vintage
treats.
Topping it all off were the illustrations by the one
and only Edward Gorey, which gives you a better idea than I can about the whole
feel of the books: set in the past with ominous overtones, populated by worried but kind people.
So I do recommend these to readers of all ages. I know I’m going to go back and read the
earlier ones I missed.
Note: This was prompted by the release of the film. Some things were done very well, some less
well, and some were downright puzzling.
(Why is it set in 1955, for example, instead of 1948?) I did enjoy the
movie, and understood why some choices were made. And in case you saw the movie and were
wondering, much of the banter between Uncle Jonathan and Mrs. Zimmerman comes
straight from the book.