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The Indian In The Cupboard (2015)

The Indian in the Cupboard (2015)
4.06 of 5 Votes: 6
0007148984 (ISBN13: 9780007148981)
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The Indian In The Cupboard (2015)
The Indian In The Cupboard (2015)

About book: The Indian in the Cupboard is absolutely a classic and one of my favorite books from my own childhood. Having just told you that, I think you’ll agree that there’s little point in my bothering with a review. I loved this book as a kid, I read all of the sequels, and having only just rediscovered it as an adult, I found I loved it no less for having grown up (sort of). I’ve tried a couple of times to watch the movie version, but I just can’t get into it—probably because they cast American actors and this is very much an English story, despite its reliance on American western mythology.If you haven’t read The Indian in the Cupboard and you’re still a kid, drop everything and read it right now! If you’re an adult and you haven’t read it, well, give it a look. You’ll still enjoy it, I guess, but it won’t be quite the same. Because there’s magic in The Indian in the Cupboard. There’s magic in a lot of books, but this one is special in that it really does help to be a kid. I’m going to do a plot summary, but writing about The Indian in the Cupboard gives me a chance to dust off my thoughts on what I call the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles Approach to Exposition. Allow me to explain. Here is the plot of another beloved children’s tale: one day four baby turtles and an old rat were exposed to a canister of glowing green ooze in a New York City sewer. The ooze turned them the size of the people and gave them the intellect of humans. Fortunately, the old rat had once been the pet of a ninja master and had learned ninja watching the master from his cage. The rat teaches the turtles ninja, they round up some weapons, and then they decide to fight crime. No, really, that’s the back story of one of the most successful children’s franchises ever. You either accept this premise going into a new Ninja Turtles story, or you don’t. And it does no good watching TMNT 2: The Secret of the Ooze. You won’t find the hard scientific data about ooze there to convince you this is anything other than a wild fantasy. And that, in a half shell, is why I love children’s books, especially middle grade. Adults and even some teens sometimes have trouble with this lack of explanation that accompanies the best middle grade books. A writer for adults may compensate for his wacky premise by writing full chapters of pseudo science the way Michael Crichton did to convince adults there really could be an amusement park filled with actual dinosaurs. Or take Stephen King, who spends page after page in almost all of his books convincing the reader that there really is a spooky other realm out there from which could emerge a killer car or a killer clown. Naturally, this takes a lot of coaxing to convince adults, which is a primary reason his books tend toward the long side). Children will not put up with chapters of science or of anecdotal side stories that prove the boogie man is real. Nor is such page filler necessary. Children have a more direct access to their imagination and a less rigidly formed perception regarding “the facts” of the world. To a child, that the rat learned ninja already and can teach it to the turtles is sufficient explanation, let’s get to the part where they fight Shredder already.I could go on about this, and I did in my review for another favorite of mine, James and the Giant Peach. But we have a book to discuss. The premise of the Indian in the Cupboard is thus: on Omri’s birthday he’s given a magic cupboard, a magic key, and a plastic Indian. He puts the Indian in the cupboard overnight and in the morning he finds that the Indian has come to life. Why? Did you not read the part about the cupboard being magic? What blew my mind in rereading this book is that the three inch tall Little Bear, Omri’s living Indian toy is introduced on page six, and keep in mind, one of those pages is taken up with an illustration! If this were a Stephen King book, we would read one hundred pages minimum about tales of ancient cupboards and hints and teases about what Omri’s cupboard might be capable of before the Indian is introduced. But Banks is writing for children and knows she doesn’t need to bother with much explanation. In fact, she wisely avoids most of the potential larger issues that a lesser writer might have worried over such as: What right does a boy have to keep a living, breathing person, even if they used to be a toy, cooped up in a room or carried about in a jeans pocket? As best I can tell, Little Bear isn’t a metaphor for some social issue. He’s a toy come to life and here to have an adventure with Omri. And that’s it. Omri tries turning a couple of other toys real and concludes:“It works,” breathed Omri. And then he caught his breath. “Little Bear!” he shouted. “It works, it works! I can make any plastic toy I like come alive, come real! It’s magic, don’t you understand? Magic!”And there you are. Exposition complete. On to adventure! Oh sure, Banks concocts reasons for why Omri can’t tell adults about his magic cupboard:The trouble was that although grown-ups usually knew what to do, what they did was very seldom what children wanted to be done. What if they took the Indian to—say, some scientist, or—whoever knew about strange things like that, who would question him and examine him and probably keep him in a laboratory or something of that sort? They would certainly want to take the cupboard away too, and then Omri wouldn’t be able to have any more fun with it at all. And my favorite, Omri’s rationalization about how to deal with a sometimes violent Indian who has taken thirty scalps and who has stepped out of the past with a somewhat different sense of values and morality:Even now, weren’t soldiers doing the same thing? Weren’t there wars and battles and terrorism going on all over the place? You couldn’t switch on television without seeing news about people killing and being killed. Were thirty scalps, even including some French ones, taken hundreds of years ago, so very bad after all?What I most admired about Banks’ craft is how quickly she was able to move, ignoring anything that is not story. If you’re sitting on a 500 page manuscript intended for children and are convinced you cannot cut a single word, study Banks. She, like Roald Dahl, could probably write War and Peace in about two hundred pages, and you probably wouldn’t notice anything missing. By way of example, here is a transition between scenes Banks employed that blew my mind:(in class--MGN)“Omri and Patrick! Will you kindly stop chattering?”They stopped.At long last lunchtime came.“I’m going. Are you coming?”(at lunch--MGN)In one line she changed the scene entire and it was not the least bit jarring. There is no need for additional explanation or description of scenery. What matters is that Omri and his friend Partick are talking and their school day is flying by so we can get back to the Indian, which is who we really want to read about. Later, Banks does it again:On impulse he asked the shopkeeper, “Do you know what the maize is?”“Maize, son? That’s sweet corn, isn’t it?“Have you some seeds of that?”Outside, standing by Omri’s bike, was Patrick.“Hi.”Oh dear. I see we’re out of time once again, Esteemed Reader. But I took lots of notes and I want to share them with you. So let’s change tone. In conclusion, The Indian in the Cupboard remains one of my most favorite books and I highly recommend it. It also breaks a lot of “rules” modern American publishers insist on for new fiction. There are several overly long sentences that would nowadays be cut in half or thirds, but with which I didn’t have a problem. Here is my favorite long sentence:Omri and Patrick watched, spellbound, as the little man in his plaid shirt, buckskin trousers, high-heeled leather boots, and big hat, scrambled frantically up the side of Patrick’s right hand and, dodging through the space between his index finger and thumb, swung himself clear of the horse—only to look down and find he was dangling over empty space.Banks also writes in dialect so thick it might make Mark Twain blush. Many editors and agents eschew writing in dialect, but I think it works great. Here is a short speech from Boone the cowboy that lets Boone be Boone:“You shet yer mouth!” shouted the little man. “Ah won’t take no lip from no gol-darned hallucy-nation, no, sir! Mebbe Ah do drink too much, mebbe Ah cain’t hold m’likker like some o’ them real tough guys do. But if’n Ah’m gittin’ the dee-lirium tremens, and startin’ in to see things, why couldn’t Ah see pink elly-fants and dancin’ rats and all them purty things other fellas see when they gits far gone?”“—man to man, Injun! D’ja hear me? No weapons! Jest us two, and let’s see if a white man cain’t lick a red man in a fair fight.”And last but not least, Banks upsets Elmore Leonard with her creative use of speech attribution. According to Leonard and most modern editors it is always best to use the word “said” when assigning dialogue, and I mostly agree, though I’m still partial to the occasional “he shouted.” By using only "said," a writer avoids writing, “I’m so angry,” he shouted angrily. I remain unconvinced that “I’m so angry,” he said, conveys the same meaning. Better, I think, is to use no speech attribution: The character slammed his fist against the table. “I’m so angry.” In any case, a quick survey of agent and editor blogs as well as many writing manuals will convince the young writer that using any form of speech attribution other than "said," and only "said"--no adverbs--will destroy a work of fiction. Well, maybe. But here are some of the more colorful choices of speech attribution Banks employs:He added accusingly.“Omri’s friend, Little Bear’s friend,” said Little Bear magnanimously. Breathed Patrick reverently.He burbled.It's true that "he burbled" jolted me out out of the story in a way that "he said" would not have. But then I'm a ninja and training to notice these things. But did it destroy the work that Banks used more creative speech attribution? Absolutely not. And if I weren't looking for it, this slip in convention wouldn't have bothered me at all. And that's the last point I want to make. The Indian in the Cupboard is a classic work. If we try to frame it in terms of modern "correctness," it doesn't hold up.But no matter! It's a great story well told and that works regardless of stylistic choices. And it makes you wonder what sort of style foibles we writers are making now, convinced we are superior, that some blogger will single out in a distant online review (we should be so lucky to achieve even a little of Banks' longevity).To read more of my reviews, check me out at

Apparently many people feel that this book is full of racist stereotypes. I can see where they're coming from, starting with the outdated term Indian, as opposed to Native American (or Iroquois, in this case). Not only that, but the Indian in the book, Little Bear, speaks in very broken English, and he has a seemingly simplistic, stereotypical outlook.'s hard to be mad at a book for being racist when it portrays the Indian as the wisest, bravest, most hard-working character in the book. Yes, in the beginning Omri doesn't realize that Little Bear is a PERSON. But the book is partly about Omri coming to see that Little Bear IS a person, and that to have him as a toy or a possession is completely inappropriate.Little Bear has more self-respect in his 2.75 inch body than the vast majority of full-sized people. He wastes no time on self-pity and instead focuses on how he can create a life in which he can take care of himself in the very strange circumstances in which he finds himself. He wants to hunt for his own food, build his own home, etc. I think it's obvious to Omri, as well as to the reader, that Little Bear has a very strong system of values that include intelligence, skill, self-reliance, courage, and hard work, among other things.It's hard for me to see how having an Indian as a toy is racist, when there is also a (caucasian) cowboy, a (caucasian) English soldier, and others who are in the same position. And perhaps it's stereotypical to have the Indian and the cowboy dislike and fight each other...but is it racist to have the Indian show himself to be smarter, braver, stronger, more skilled, more stoic and even more hygienic at every turn? Little Bear even teaches Omri (and the reader) that an Indian isn't an Indian, and that as an Iroquois brave, to use a teepee, especially one with Algonquin markings, is unthinkable. As for the broken English...Little Bear is the only character in the book for whom English is not his first language. I actually liked the way he spoke, and was amazed at his way of cutting right to the heart of the matter with a very limited vocabulary. I could see how Little Bear's way of speaking might seem like baby talk, which would infantilize him, but I didn't take it that way. Instead I was impressed at the way he had learned enough English to get his meaning across and meet his needs. Little Bear's way of speaking did not make him seem any less intelligent, mature, or sophisticated to me.In fact, Little Bear was portrayed as such a paragon for much of the book that one could almost find that racist -- as if Little Bear was more than human -- but he does have some weaknesses that he displays occasionally, such as his stubbornness and quickness to judge. So while Little Bear has many admirable qualities, he is not saintly.I'm sure that there are dated, inaccurate and stereotypical elements in this book. Since I'm not Native American, I'm certainly not in the best position to judge. But if this book contributed to my image of Native Americans at all, it was in a positive way. I do think that this book's heart was in the right place, and that the author approached the Iroquois character with respect and the intention to portray him very positively. Overall I loved the book for it's clever, original, exciting plot, it's complex characterization, it's high-quality writing, and the messages it sends about what qualities are to be admired in people.
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I remember reading these books in school. I'm afraid to re-read them because I don't want the magic of them to be gone because of how dated they are haha!
John Seo
The Indian in the Cupboard is a book about a boy called Omri receiving a cupboard from his brother at his 9th birthday. With it, he uses a key inherited from his great grandmother.Omri was unaware that the key was magical and it could bring inanimate objects alive. He puts a toy into the cupboard. Then the next day, he discovers that the toy has came alive!After that, his best friend brings a toy cowboy called Boone to his house to check out the cupboard.Boone and Little Bear starts to fight and Patrick refuses to reverse the process until it was too late.Boone was shot by an arrow. After a brief adventure with an escaped pet rat, the key is found and Boone is treated.I think this book can be read by kids or us.The story is very interesting and makes the reader want to know more about it.
This is not a productive dialogue. My review was meant to be a (vaguely ironic) demonstration of why I gave it so few stars: it wasn't memorable to me. (I have a vague recollection of a problematically-essentialized stereotype of "Native Americans" in a well-meaning, Toy-Story-esque story about a kid and his magical toy cupboard. But I didn't want to go into a description of the problems I may or may not have with the racial elements of a story that I don't remember well. And I wanted to rate it, because I do have a vague recollection of having read it in elementary school.) Sorry for my big fussy response, but: librarians--virtual or otherwise--ought to facilitate the sharing of ideas and opinions...and the suggestion that they be given the power to censor unworthy (or "useless") reviews made me kinda sad. Even if it was said in jest. Please stop using my little review to fuel bad feelings. Play nice. GOSH.
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