In The Berenstain Bears Give Thanks, they name the turkey Squanto in honor of Squanto. Who taught the Pilgrims how to use fish as fertilizer. They're fattening him up so they can EAT him. Grossed out? The Bear fun isn't over yet..
They decide not to kill him. Instead, he'll be there pet. And they all live happily ever after.
See the letter and contact info for the authors and publishing house here:Letter from reader about The Berenstain Bears Give Thanks.
That wasn't the only FAIL of the last few days. There was Jon Scieszka's TRUCKSGIVING
. In it, the trucks build Trucktown and want to honor everyone who helped. There's a boy bully truck glaring at a girl truck... The bully is wearing... You guessed it.... FEATHERS. He's the Indian!
Other news that frustrates me? Over on Publisher's Weekly's list of top five picture books is Barack Obama's OF THEE I SING---with its Sitting-Bull-as-landscape page
. In the list of top five series is HOUSE OF NIGHT by PC and Kristin Cast, the mother-daughter team who PLAGIARIZED
from a new age website to create their "Cherokee" rituals...
And then there's the pastor from Minnesota who keeps writing to me, to tell me that my work is unimportant. He first wrote to me when I critiqued "The Big Indian" statue in LaCrosse... From that particular exchange I learned he also likes Chief Illiniwek. Here's the kicker. He works with Ojibwe children.
Fury aside, if anybody can help me sync my posts to blogger with my LJ, I'd appreciate the help!
Last week a reader of my blog wrote to ask if I'd seen Berenstain Bears Give Thanks. The book marks a new low. Or maybe a different low. There's so damn many ways to FAIL in telling stories about American Indians. Recall Patricia Wrede's fail a couple of years ago?