Well, dear readers, I'm back! I'm afraid I've left you in a bit of a blogpostless desert, so I have a nice long book review for you today to make amends.
I started the beginning of a long Christmas vacation and, to celebrate, I grabbed the book on top of my (mountainous) book pile-The Diddakoi. It had been highly recommended to me, so I was eager to start it. I read the whole book in about 2 hours and then emerged, blinking, into the real world.
The Diddakoi is about a 7 year old gypsy girl, Kizzy, who lives with her great-great grandmother and her beloved horse in a caravan on the edge of an old English admiral's property. There are some of the loveliest description scenes I have ever read, such as this one:
"And they (her clothes) did smell, but not of dirt. Gran washed them often, hanging them along the hedge, while Kizzy wrapped herself in a blanket; they smelled of the open air, of woodsmoke, and a little of the old horse, Joe, because she hugged him often."
And with that little quote, I am instantly transported to this scene. However, Kizzy's romantic life outdoors is not to be. She is sent to the local school with the (spoiler alert: nasty!) children. They tease and torment her, calling her all kinds of awful derogatory terms that were, apparently, in common vernacular at that time and place, from "Diddakoi to "Clothes-Washer" to many, many more. They pull her hair and push her and smack her and make fun of her endlessly, to the point where it isn't just little kids insulting, but real, concentrated hatefulness. And, to make matters worse, the teacher is a well-meaning lady who has no idea how to handle the children.
One day, Kizzy comes home from school to the news that her grandmother has died. The gypsy relatives show up, burn the caravan, as is customary, and then prove themselves to be quite unsavory people. Kizzy runs away with dear Joe, her horse, who has just been threatened with being sent to the butcher. She goes to the first place she knows: the admiral's large mansion. He takes her in, despite being an old curmudgeonly bachelor and he and his two trusty assistants from the navy nurse her back to health (oh, yeah, she got pneumonia somewhere along in there).
But Kizzy's happiness is not to be and she is taken before a local magistrate and told that she must leave the kindly gentlemen and go somewhere with a woman's influence. After all sorts of awful adults discuss children's homes and foster parents, she is taken in by the kind, yet serious magistrate herself. And Kizzy proceeds to learn to be a Nice English Middle-Class Person.
After I finished the book, I was in too much of a daze to analyze properly. But now I'm ready. Let me just say that the book gets worse, actually. Stop reading here if you don't want more spoilers. Kizzy is really abused by the little girls in her class. There's one scene where they think her neck might be broken from being beat up. It's awful, really. But the thing that most offended me is that Rumer Goden refers several times to the girls picking on Kizzy as, "kittens fighting with their fur all on end". By using the word "kittens", Goden has instantly made this situation "not that bad" and nothing more than children's nonsense.
Now, I understand that bullying as we have to come use the term was not a commonly addresses issue at the time Godden wrote this (60s, I think, but don't quote me). And I have read (and heard personal stories) of pretty awful things happening at the time because adults were just not paying attention. But here's the thing that made me truly disgusted at the end of the book.
After these girls beat up Kizzy over and over, they are finally caught by the Magistrate who scolds them and takes Kizzy home with her. Some of the adults are properly upset and agree that these girls must be punished. But the magistrate prevails and says that they must none of them do anything, because, after all, "this is a children's war". Gah. This excuse absolutely makes me froth at the mouth. And so they do nothing. Kizzy is hauled back to school where, magically, she is made a popular British schoolgirl who is fascinating to all and everybody starts using the derogatory terms in a fascinated, loving kind of way.
This argument of, "This is a children's war. We can't get involved," might be appropriate if the kids are bickering over something minor and nobody is getting singled out and pummeled. But this? This is truly disgusting. And that's the thing that drove me wild about this book. This is not normal children's behavior and Godden was treating it as such. And it may have been a different time, but children have not changed that much in the last 50 years. It does make me wonder what kind of tortured childhood Godden might have had. And the ending message that Kizzy should have faced actual bodily harm so that she could end up popular and beloved by the little demons who hurt her? Sheesh.
This book I was loaned was an old library copy and was marked, "Youth", which surprised me. Evidently, Godden wrote this as a children's story. I know I wouldn't hand that book to any early-chapter-book-reader. And, really, it is an adult's story. There are all of the heinous bullying scenes, but the book isn't even written from Kizzy's perspective. The story is being told about Kizzy, but there's almost no internal dialogue from Kizzy's point of view. It's the perspective of an adult outsider, looking in. All to say, this is very much an adult's book.
The way that gypsies were addressed in the book was also interesting. They were written about in a very romantic way, alternating between shock at their "wild ways" musing over their gorgeous outdoors, rugged life. It was a little weird and probably not something you'd read in a book today.
So what did I like? Well, the first 1/4 of the book, with the cozy caravan scenes and the heavily romanticized loveliness of it all. Oh, and the section where the kindly admiral goes to the department store and buys Kizzy piles of lovingly described clothing. And Rumer Goden is a truly gifted author. She wrote An Episode of Sparrows, which I loved and she is a very good storyteller.
In closing, I wouldn't really bother with this book. TBR piles are too high anyway. However, I'm not going to scream, "Don't read this!" from the rooftops. If you're really in the mood to have a good British Schoolchildren in the 60s analysis, then go ahead and have a good time. Believe me, there's plenty to analyze. It also appears that people who were exposed to this book as children/teenagers and have fond memories associated with this book seem to speak far more favorably of it than the people who picked it up for the first time recently, like me. So if you've read it before, then go ahead and give it a reread! You might have a completely different reaction. I'll be back tomorrow with a picture post.