Six Degrees or Less... Round 29

What is the shortest route between Hilary Swank and Hugh Laurie?

Pippilotta Delicatessa Windowshade Mackrelmint Efraim's Daughter Longstocking

Pippi Longstocking is a character brought to life by Astrid Lindgren. Like many of the girls in the stories I loved as a child she is headstrong and unusual. Recently I had an opportunity to revisit the first book and I was so taken with the story I had to have more. Since then I've read Pippi Goes on Board and Pippi in the South Seas. When the stories begin, she's nine and lives in Villa Villekula next door to two children Tommy and Annika.

Pippi's mother died when she was a tiny baby and Pippi was sure she was up in Heaven, watching her little girl though a peephole in the sky and Pippi often waved up at her and called, "Don't you worry about me. I'll always come out on top." Pippi's father was lost at sea but she believes he's the king of the Cannibals on an island somewhere and will one day come for her.

When her new friends first learned that Pippi lived without adult supervision they were stunned.
"But who tells you when to go to bed at night and things like that?" asked Annika.

"I tell myself," said Pippi. "First I tell myself in a nice friendly way; and then, if I don't mind, I tell myself again more sharply; and if I still don't mind, then I'm in for a spanking--see?"

In the meantime she lives with Mr. Nilsson, her monkey, and her horse which she likes to keep on the porch. Pippi has red hair in two braids which stand straight out and she wears one brown stocking and one black one and walks about in giant shoes so she has something to grow into. She is also freakishly strong and can lift her horse and carry him around. In her front yard is a hollow tree which grows chocolate bars and soda pop. She's creative--she straps scrub brushes on her feet and skates on the floor to clean it... she's generous--she gives birthday gifts to her guests on her birthday.... and she's fun loving, but has no real interest in school or plutification (as she refers to multiplication).

"Just think about how embarrassing it will be for you to be so ignorant. Imagine when you grow up and somebody asks you what the capitol of Portugal is, and you can't answer!"

"Oh, I can answer all right, " said Pippi. "I'll answer like this: 'If you are so bound and determined to find out what the capital of Portugal is, then, for goodness' sakes, write directly to Portugal and ask.'"

"Yes, but don't you think that you would be sorry not to know it for yourself?"

"Oh, probably," said Pippi. "No doubt I should lie awake nights and wonder and wonder, 'What in the world is the capital of Portugal?' But one can't be having fun all the time," she continued, bending over and standing on her hands for a change. "For that matter, I've been to Lisbon with my papa," she added, still standing upside down, for she could talk that way too.

She lacks convention and is fond of lying and doesn't really understand how to behave in polite society ... at school picnics or tea parties or circuses.

Mrs. Settergren, the mother of Tommy and Annika invites Pippi to a coffee party and things don't go well... she doesn't hold that against her when it's time for Pippi to go to the South Seas, the Settergren's let their children go along.

"Pippi Longstocking's manners may not always be what they ought to. But her heart is in the right place."

When the circus comes to town Annika explains it costs money.

"I'm rich as a troll," said Pippi, "so I guess I can buy a surkus all right. But it'll be crowded here if I have more horses."

"Oh, don't be so silly," said Tommy, "you don't buy a circus. It costs money to go and look at it--see?"

"Preserve us!" cried Pippi and shut her eyes tightly. "It costs money to look? And here I go around goggling all day long. Goodness knows how much money I've goggled up already!" Then little by little she opened up one eye very carefully. "Cost what it may," she said, "I must take a look!"

Often people who know no better are trying to take advantage of poor Pippi who likes to remind them that they "asked for it." In the third book a man wants to buy Villa Villekula but has no idea that Pippi is the owner.

"She," said the fine gentleman with a pleased look. "Is it a she who owns this miserable house? So much the better. Women don't understand business. In that case there's a hope of getting it cheap."

"We can always hope," said Pippi Longstocking.

When Pippi is on the Kurrekurredutt Island in the South Seas she becomes so tanned that every spot on her face was covered in freckles.

"This will turn into a real beauty treatment for me, " she said gaily. "I have more freckles and am therefore more beautiful than ever. If this keeps up, I shall be irresistible."

And irresistible she is. Read more about the spirit of Pippi here.

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Her Legacy
Of course the idea for Pippi didn't grow out of a hollow tree along side a lovely chocolate bar. Instead Swedish author Astrid Lindgren brought her to life as she told her daughter stories of Pippi and then in 1944 during an injury when she was bedridden for a week she put the stories to paper. It was going to be a present for her daughter Karin on her tenth birthday, but she also sent a manuscript to the publishers Bonniers. "Not that I for one second believed that they would print it in a book, but all the same! I was personally quite shaken by Pippi, and I remember that I ended my letter to the company 'In the hope that you don't warn the child welfare officer." from "Astrid Lindgren - a biography"By Margareta Strömstedt

As a Young Woman
Astrid was actually a rather spirited and creative lady as well. Her bio suggests she was not the sort to sit at home in the evenings like a prim and proper farmer's daughter. She liked to dance - both folk and jazz - and she gradually developed into, in her own words, ""a real jazz chick". She was one of the first from Vimmerby to crop her hair. To cut her hair was a sensation."I remember the day I cut my hair. I called home and told Dad what I had done.' Probably no use in coming home' he said in a harsh tone.When I eventually did come home and sat myself on a chair in the kitchen, everything was quiet. Nobody made a sound, they just went around me in silence." from "Astrid Lindgren - a biography"By Margareta Strömstedt

Motherhood
"She was not one of those mothers who sat still in the park on a bench and watched her children play. She wanted to play too and I suspect she thought it was just as much fun as I did!"
From an interview with Lars Lindgren.

Censorship
"The French publishers that published Pippi Longstocking censor her heavily and cut out everything that they perceive as too provocative and anarchistic. Among other things the French publishers do not want a front cover showing how Pippi with straight arms lifting a horse. They will possibly consider a cover showing how Pippi with straight arms lifting a little pony.

'French children have experience of war, so they are more realistic than Swedish children' the publishers believe. 'French children would never believe in a girl who is strong and can lift a fully grown horse.''Oh dear' replies Astrid Lindgren. 'But show me then a true life picture of a little girl who with straight arms can lift a pony.'

Only in 1995 after a critical essay has been written about the French Pippi translation, did French children get the possibility to read for themselves Astrid Lindgren's own version of Pippi." from "Astrid Lindgren - a biography" by Margareta Strömstedt

Of course she wrote many, many more books for children... but I only know these ones. Astrid won many awards in her lifetime for her literature and in the seventies she also became more outspoken about politics, advocating for children and animals and pointing out flaws in taxation policies... her plutification skills may not be her strength either... but Mrs. Lindgren knew when she was being robbed! What I love most about this recent journey into my past is the memory of a book I once loved being pulled fully into the light but also how upon new examination I love the stories and the author even more.

--Kate

poetry with a lowercase p .... and my old pal e.e.

Spencer,

I know we were recently discussing poetry and I'm still reading some Bukowski that I am hoping I can share with you.... but while I was sifting through that stuff with virgin eyes, I also stumbled upon an e.e. cummings collection in picture book format on display at the library and I couldn't resist delving into this mini collection of love poems by a favorite poet of mine. I am sure you've probably seen these before but I have to say I like them or at least certain bits of them quite a bit. Just for fun, I've added "emphasis" to my favorite lines by coloring them... These lines aren't meant to "mean" anything deeper to me than they might at face value, I guess. Finding a spattering of words or images I like... that resonate.... is a bit is like tasting a ripe raspberry. One is fantastic. Another is better... A handful is worth the thorny challenge of collecting them even though they promise only a moments delight. I find the tart memory of the flavor can last. I am sure there are other e.e. cummings poems I might even prefer or rate higher than these... but some of these were new to me and all of them were in that book. Today's source material. I hope you find something to savor in these.

Love,
Kate


since feeling is first
who pays any attention
to the syntax of things
will never wholly kiss you;
wholly to be a fool
while Spring is in the world

my blood approves,
and kisses are a better fate
than wisdom
lady i swear by all flowers. Don't cry
—the best gesture of my brain is less than
your eyelids' flutter which says

we are for each other: then
laugh, leaning back in my arms
for life's not a paragraph

And death i think is no parenthesis

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in the rain-
darkness, the sunset
being sheathed i sit and
think of you

the holy
city which is your face
your little cheeks the streets
of smiles

your eyes half-
thrush
half-angel and your drowsy
lips where float flowers of kiss

and
there is the sweet shy pirouette
your hair
and then

your dancesong
soul. rarely-beloved
a single star is
uttered, and i

think

of you

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up into the silence the green
silence with a white earth in it

you will(kiss me)go

out into the morning the young
morning with a warm world in it

(kiss me)you will go

on into the sunlight the fine
sunlight with a firm day in it

you will go(kiss me

down into your memory and
a memory and memory

i)kiss me,(will go)

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it is so long since my heart has been with yours
shut by our mingling arms through
a darkness where new lights begin and
increase,
since your mind has walked into
my kiss as a stranger
into the streets and colours of a town--
that i have perhaps forgotten
how,always(from
these hurrying crudities
of blood and flesh)Love
coins His most gradual gesture,
and whittles life to eternity
--after which our separating selves become museums
filled with skilfully stuffed memories