The Color Kittens: Best Children's Book Ever
The Color Kittens never see mistakes: They see only creativity and more choices
Posted Jul 14, 2015
My favorite book as a small child, hands down, was The Color Kittens. Nothing else came close.
Not that I didnt have great fondness for the entire Little Golden Books oeuvre, however. I admit that I enjoyed, for example, The Fuzzy Duckling as well as Nurse Nancy. Even when compared to the unparalleled brilliance of The Color Kittens, Nurse Nancy and The Fuzzy Duckling should not be dismissed.
Yet I'll admit the reason I was fond of Nurse Nancy was not because of the timeless story or the vivid, compassionate portrayal of the main character. Instead I liked Nurse Nancy because it came with a plastic Band-Aid taped to the back of the book.
I loved that Band-Aid. That Band-Aid became a fetish object for me. I also believe that the constant restocking of this book was the greatest health-care cost that my family indulged in while I was growing up. And The Fuzzy Duckling I liked because, not to put to fine a point on it, the duckling was fuzzy. Golden Books had managed to put something velvety on the page, and I would wear down the fuzzy part of the fuzzy duckling, almost as quickly as I would tear off the Band-Aid from the back cover of Nurse Nancy.
You can see, therefore, that both Nurse Nancy and The Fuzzy Duckling seduced me through their gimmicks. It was not their essential narrative that got me, it was their bonus features. It was the bonus features that made me come back to what English teachers would call the text.
(Note to textbook manufacturers: If you included the equivalent of a Band-Aid -- lets say a lottery ticket, an iTunes card, or a gift certificate to The Gap -- in the spine of every book, no student would ever sell back the textbook. The same would go for a dollar bill. At some point in the semester, the student would simply rip the spine off to get to the treat on the inside. This is because, at a certain point in the semester, every student becomes a really cheap date).
The Color Kittens, however, had no gimmick. The Color Kittens was a book that both soothed and enlightened me. Let's put it this way, I've forgotten the last name of the first boy who ever kissed me, but I remember that the color kittens were named Hush and Brush; I remember that they were searching for a way to make the color green, and that while they could make all of the other colors of the rainbow, green somehow eluded them.
I should admit that while I remembered Hush and Brush and their quest for the color green without consulting any original sources, the rest of the column will be written with the Little Golden Books open in order to make certain that I get everything correct.
If I were writing an academic paper on The Color Kittens -- and I have no doubt that any number of my university colleagues have already produced finely wrought and intricate works concerning this classic written by Margaret Wise Brown and illustrated by Alice and Martin Provensen
-- I would say that it was a quest narrative. A sophisticated tale of yearning and desire for the ineffable represented by the color green.
I would point out that green is the color of nature. I would argue for its use as a trope for the organic and pre-lapsarian world, the Eden to which, already, no child can return. I would continue my scholarly treatise by claiming that, curiously enough, green acts in this text as the quintessential essence of that-which-can-not-be-represented-in-art. If Id had a few glasses of wine I would even say that perhaps it hinted at a Lacanian pre-oedipal vision of the world where fluid maternal and decidedly feminine modes of creativity could lead to boundary breaking discoveries of the self.
But I would probably take that line out the next day.
Let me tell you what I really loved about the book.
I loved that the book was not condescending. Even as a little kid I could tell it was not one of the books that treated me as an idiot just because I was small; even if I didn't know the word "condescending" I could tell which books talked down to me and which books provided an occasion to which I could rise.
This book trusted the reader to understand the world through metaphor and simile. You learned the concept of "green" by understanding that green is as green as something else:
Green as cats eyes
Green as grass
By streams of water
Green as glass.
Not without gushing or sounding to much like an English teacher, I would like to point out the elegance of the internal rhyme, the strength of the language that makes this passage sound as if it could be a snippet from William Carlos Williams, E.E. Cummings, or Carl Sandburg.
The Color Kittens was written in 1949 by the woman who wrote Good Night Moon. Good Night Moon is, of course, the book that would make generations of parents weep over their own mortality even as they read it to unsuspecting toddlers, because Good Night Moon ain't so much about good-night as it is about goodbye -- let's face it.
Good Night Moon is an elegy even as it is a celebration of the beauty of ordinary life.
The Color Kittens, perhaps more than Timothy Leary and The Beatles, may be responsible for generations of youth saying "It's the colors, man" while looking at psychedelic visions because of the brilliantly high-modernist depictions of impossible figures that appeared while the kittens were dreaming:
Of a purple land
In a pale pink sea
Where apples fell
From a golden tree.
And then a world of Easter eggs
That danced about on little short legs
A green cat danced
With a little pink dog
Till they all disappeared in a soft grey fog.
You get the picture.
They're on a mission -- to make the color green -- but its through their mistakes (or what might be considered their failures) that they discover all the colors in the world.
They don't regret making purple, for example, even though purple wasn't the answer that they were searching for. They're delighted because they've found a marvelous new part of the spectrum.
My favorite part? Even when they make a really big mistake and knock all of the colors together, they're exuberant over what they've discovered through error. They've made brown. Instantly they realize that the world would have been lost without brown:
Brown as a tugboat
Brown as an old goat
Brown as a beaver.
Without the kittens and their glorious mess, my childhood would have been a lot less fun and the world would have been a duller place for many.