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Something to cheer the day – Oi Frog!

Such a smile of a book! I picked it off a shelf on a cold grey day in one of London’s bookstores.

It was early evening. A mother and her two children had come into the shop behind me. The little girl was intent on a finding a particular book to read, while her brother, not much younger, was only interested in the sticker books. Unluckily for him, his mother was not prepared to buy them unless he read them. As I wandered around the shelves the situation between mother and son deteriorated. Watching them exit empty-handed I wondered if Oi Frog! might have bridged the divide.

In the book Frog is looking for somewhere to sit, but a bossy cat is monitoring Frog’s seating choices, making sure that he is directed to the appropriate place. Frog however, does not see why there should be any restrictions on where he sits, and begins to ask a string of questions. Cat, frustrated by Frog’s lack of obedience, then goes through a list, pointing out which animals should sit where. It soon becomes clear that the seats are allocated according to rhyme rather than reason or comfort, the illustrations getting more and more joyfully ridiculous. But still the ever-challenging Frog keeps up with his questions, interrupting the list occasionally to ask about a particular animal, and where that might sit. In the end it is his final question that brings the book to a close, the last page of illustration saying everything that Frog cannot.

I flipped through the book several times in the store. My first scan was quick, and so was the second, and then when I got it home I started to look more slowly, smiling at every page. The idea seems simple, and the rhymes seem obvious, but combined with the illustrations and the ending, this little book is to me a work of art. I hope it will be one that holds its place happily in any pile or shelf of children’s picture books for many years to come.

Copyright Georgie Knaggs & The Phraser 2023

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The Christian Watt Papers edited by David Fraser

Another treat of a book to travel with, and it feels right to be taking it to Inverness and the Moray Firth.

Eland included a short press release with this copy, and it emphasises that the ‘voice’ in the book is that of Christian Watt. She was born in 1833, and it is her words used, as found in the papers and notes she left when she died in 1923. Apparently she was encouraged to write as a type of therapy to help her through the loss at sea of a son, her husband, and four of her seven brothers. The family kept all her work together and after her death passed them on to David Fraser, who organised and edited the collection ready for publication. The first copy was published in 1988, with this edition coming out this year.

I have only just started the book but already the voice and its context are drawing me in. The hardships endured sound terrible. Christian Watt was not even nine when she began work as a domestic servant. She then returned to work back by the sea where her family where from, and eventually married a fisherman.

The introduction to the book ends with these words: “The times through which she lived were hard, and the folk they produced were not only hard but brave and tender. It is fortunate indeed that they come to meet us through the words of so worthy, witty and fluent a chronicler.”

Copyright Georgie Knaggs & The Phraser 2023

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The Narrow Smile by Peter Mayne

I’ve loved every page of this book, a review copy from Eland.

I have no special knowledge of the North-West Frontier, nor of the author, Peter Mayne, but I do enjoy travel – the kind of travel that takes you somewhere slowly. This book is full of that sort of travel, and I’ve been able to join in without setting foot outside the front door.

The journey itself is not an easy one. Peter Mayne is travelling around the North-West Frontier visiting old friends from the various tribes and embassies in the region, and exploring, or trying to explore, the question of Pashtunistan. It is a subject as elusive as the permits he needs, but even while waiting for them to be granted he drags us around with him, trailing us from heat to shade, from sweaty office to sweaty room, chatting with strangers, officials, and staff, and round and round with himself. Then suddenly he’s off, back to the mountains, and dining with soldiers.

The journey and the writing are paired perfectly. The first almost impossible, the other light as air as it lifts us from the fan-whirring heat of a place, to the languid shade of afternoon tea in the garden of a British diplomat, or on to the bouncing squash of bodies in a crowded bus. And its these bodies, these characters, and their words that catch the violence of life in their lands – the feuds, the friendships, the frustrations – the layers revealed with the narrowest of smiles.

It’s quite a journey.

Copyright Georgie Knaggs & The Phraser 2023