The teachers who made Jarrett J. Krosoczka an author

The Ted Talk led me to Jarrett's graphic novel autobiography, a National Book Award Finalist. Moving, sad, uplifting. Highly recommended reading, especially for older teens.

I just stumbled on this six-year-old Ted Talk by children's author Jarrett J. Krosoczka, telling the story of how he became an author.

I was so moved to see how Jarrett fills his talk with the names and photographs of teachers and other people who gave a boy like him a chance ... who,  throughout his childhood, nurtured the author in him.

I think all teachers, librarians and parents need to watch this video.

In a blog post I wrote back in 2017 – How to be the Old Man, the Crone, the Spirit Guide, the Mentor – I wrote about how we, wittingly and unwittingly, are nurturing the young people around us.

It's worth quoting that post again now:

We all have the power to light a spark in someone else.

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An Unnoticed Golden Age of Children's Books? Here are some books to discover

By Candy Gourlay

Ella on the Outside by Cath Howe, Orphan Monster Spy by Matt Killeen, The Wondrous Dinosaurium by John Condon, Night of the Party by Tracey Mathias

I was SO excited to see the shortlist for the Crystal Kite Award last week!

Every year, members of SCBWI (Society of Children's Book Writers and Illustrators) in the British Isles and Ireland vote for their choice children's books of the year – I had cast my vote only days before and I am pleased to say MY BOOK MADE IT! (Sorry, I'm not at a liberty to divulge which one of these it was)

But there were other things about the Crystal Kite list that made me even happier.

All these books are written by debut authors who deserve to be discovered by readers everywhere.

All these books are FANTASTIC READS. I know, I read them all ... in fact, at the risk of bragging, these were the books on my personal shortlist (as well as some others 😁).

Last week, author and children's book expert Dawn Finch declared on Radio 4: "This is really a golden age of children's literature and I've worked in children's books for 30 years and I've never seen books published of this quality – there are better books published now than have been for avery long time."

But, Dawn said, you wouldn't know that if you go into a supermarket.

'Publishing is a business and as a business they have to make money – so super massive advances paid out to celebrity authors means that publishers have to get that money back somehow. And the way this is being done is by a highly visible, aggressively marketed pool of authors that is actually very small. So when you go into places that sell books ... you actually only see a very tiny selection of books available ... it's drowning out some very fine authors and that choice is being taken away from children.'

Dawn pointed out that the closure of libraries, the shrinking amounts space devoted to children's books in the media, means that parents are struggling to identify and discover good books.

You can listen to the discussion on Front Row at about 19:06, also featuring editor and critic Imogen Russell Williams. I've also embedded my tweets about the programme at the very bottom of this post 

So in the name of helping parents and teachers discover some amazing new titles of this golden age, it is my pleasure to present the shiny shortlist of the Crystal Kite Award for the British Isles and Ireland – including photos from each debut author's book launch (yes, I attended them all). Winners will be announced by SCBWI in June.

Ella on the Outside by Cath Howe

Cath Howe has been writing plays for performance in schools for years which is perhaps why Ella on the Outside feels so perfectly pitched for middle grade, and enviably structured. The writing reminded me of Louis Sachar's Holes, so loaded with heart. It is about a girl with a camera and a terrible secret. She's the new girl in school and all the pressures lead to her making bad decision after bad decision and the reader wishes she could grab Ella's hand and lead her in another direction.  It is not easy to write so simply and yet so evocatively, and I sighed with envy at every well turned out chapter. I loved it. Cath's second book, Not My Fault, will soon be out and I can't wait to read it.

A fine new voice for Middle Grade: Cath Howe at the launch of Ella on the Outside at The Alligator's Mouth in Richmond.

Orphan Monster Spy by Matt Killeen

From the moment you begin reading Matt Killeen's masterful Orphan Monster Spy, you realise that this is a work of depth, of thought, of heart that will stay with you forever. The opening scene, where a mother is shot dead as she tries to drive through a checkpoint, is a warning of the harrowing events to come for Sarah, a Jewish girl who infiltrates a Nazi boarding school for her mysterious rescuer. This is a thriller, a character study and a historical novel wrapped in one, with fresh, many layered insights to offer to a much written about period. Orphan Monster Spy deserves the accolades that have showered its launch, which includes a shortlisting for the mighty Costa Award. Bloody fantastic, Matt.

Here is Matt Killeen at the launch of Orphan Monster Spy at Waterstones, Trafalgar Square.

The Wondrous Dinosaurium by John Condon

The lone picture book on the Crystal Kite shortlist is John Condon's The Wondrous Dinosaurium, with rollicking illustrations by Steve Brown. The story imagines the ultimate petshop – a dinosaurium with "EVERY ... DINOSAUR ... EVER". Like Doctor Who's tardis, it is small on the outside but humongous on the inside and our hero, Danny gets to pick his very own dinosaur pet ... with rather fun and chaotic consequences. I am delighted that a picture book has made it to a shortlist that has tended to favour chapter books, and I am even more delighted that the picture book happens to be John's!

John Condon at the launch of the Wondrous Dinosaurium at West End Lane Books in Northwest London.

Night of the Party by Tracey Mathias

Tracey Mathias conjured this dystopian young adult thriller – a divided society, racism, lies, populist politicians – long before Brexit and Trump became our ordinary. The clock ticks relentlessly, a looming election could spell doom or relief for Zara, who must conceal the fact she is not British Born in a Britain that has decided to discard people like her. Once started, this book is impossible to put down, even though it often feels like someone is running an icy finger down your spine. There is social commentary here, but nothing is black and white under Tracey's subtle and intelligent pen. The Night of the Party may make your heart stop once or twice, and it will definitely leave you pondering for some time to come. Perfectly pitched and with a powerful respect for its teen reader.

Tracey at the launch of The Night of the Party at Daunt Books, Cheapside.
Photos by Candy Gourlay

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Re-reading Tom Sawyer

Recently, I opened a blog post with this:
Growing up, books were my windows to other places, other people, and other ways of life. I travelled to the Swiss Alps with Heidi by Joanna Spyri, swam in the Mississippi with Tom Sawyer by Mark Twain, wandered in snowy Narnia with Lucy in The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe by C S Lewis, was lost in the Cave of Wonders with Aladdin ...
An acquaintance called me out, suggesting that I should not have mentioned The Adventures of Tom Sawyer, with its liberal use of the N word and its awful attitude towards Native Americans.

Tom Sawyer occupied 'favourite book' status for a long time in my childhood. It was one of the first novels I read, alongside HeidiLittle Women, and other books from that bygone era. In the decade I've been an author, I have often mentioned it as one of the books that made me write.

And I had not given any thought to how its 1875 attitudes might impact contemporary young readers.

Frontispiece of my childhood copy. The illustrator of the beautiful pen and ink pictures throughout is not credited.

My acquaintance was right. I had been uncritical in including Tom Sawyer.

The focus of that piece had been the idea that books can transport a reader to other places, other worlds. I may have honestly been listing the books that had done this for me as a child in Manila – but as a children's author, book advocacy is a huge responsibility.

It was uncomfortable to be called out, and I spent hours soul searching and reading, trying to understand what was wrong with mentioning this book that had been beloved to me for so long ... and how I could do better.


As a young reader, I had adored Mark Twain's droll voice; the helpless warmth of characters like Aunt Polly, Tom's foster parent, Tom's irreverence towards church and school (so exciting for a child in a conservative Catholic community); the scary scenes with Injun Joe; the temptations of Huckleberry Finn's outlaw life the boys running away then attending their own funeral; and that final adventure, with Tom and Becky lost in a cave.

I did not question the portrayal of Tom Sawyer's community where black characters were ever present but excluded from the unfolding adventure. Nor did I worry about the negative portrayal of Native Americans. I saw the same on TV and in the movies.

Indeed, the setting was not dissimilar to Manila of the period, where light-skinned mestizos were regarded as superior to darker complexioned morenos. There was also a big social divide. Families of middle class professionals were meant to stay away from the bakya crowd – bakya being the cheap wooden clogs worn by the poor.

Seeing white people look down on brown people on our screens and in our books no doubt contributes to our (Filipino) self-consciousness about flat noses and dark skin (skin whitening is big business in the Philippines) – a self consciousness that borders on self hatred.

[The Philippines was a colony of the United States for 50 years, and  before that, of Spain for 300 – America only granted us independence on the fourth of July in 1946.]

A scene in which Tom and his friends play Indian. I was shocked and fascinated by the nakedness!

So as a child reader of my time, I accepted the N word, the demonising of Native Americans, and the exclusion of black characters, as a given. It was as normal as the fact that I had never met a Filipino character in the books I loved.

That was just what books were like.


I have the actual crumbly, yellowing copy that I had read as a child, part of a collection of children's classics my father bought from a door to door salesman in the 1960s. About ten years ago, I rescued it from my mother's termite-infested book case in Manila, lugging the whole set of classics back to London in my cabin baggage, along with the rest of the collection.

It had been 30 years since I had read a line from the book, but as soon as I began I was transported back to my childhood when I lay sprawled in my bed, with the electric fan turned on high, laughing and wishing I could be Tom Sawyer.

All the things I loved about the book came flooding back  – how Tom Sawyer tricked his mates into whitewashing a fence for him; the bartering of dead cats; his outsider best friend Huckleberry Finn; Tom briskly trading tickets at Sunday School to undeservedly win a bible only to draw the attention of a visitor who asks him the names of the first two disciples (after much blushing and tugging at his buttonhole, Tom finally replies, "DAVID AND GOLIATH!") ...

But reading it now, as an adult who has experienced racism and intolerance, as someone whose world had expanded beyond Manila, I cringe at lines I had read without question as a child, especially the ones in which Injun Joe's vileness is attributed to his race. 'The Injun blood ain't in me for nothing,' Injun Joe says to justify his misdeeds.

Reading it again, there's no denying Twain's antipathy towards Native Americans. Twain's baddy is the conniving, betraying and murderous Injun Joe; Indians are referred to as vicious, devilish, savage; and Tom and his cohorts war whoop, pretend scalp each other then smoke peace pipes. Do read this thorough review by Debbie Reese.

Rereading Tom Sawyer also sparked a long ago memory: of wishing that girls too could have adventures like Tom Sawyer.

Girls didn't get to participate in all the antics and fun enjoyed by Tom and his pals. They were portrayed as pretty creatures, gullible (like Aunt Polly) to Tom's clever manipulations. When Tom is lost with his crush Becky in the caves, Becky is described as "frail" and cries so much that Tom's "encouragements were grown threadbare with use and sounded like sarcasms".

The cave scene. A few coloured plates intersperse the pages, and inexplicably they are credited (to illustrator Edward F. Cortese) though the black and white illustrations have no credit.

[I realised that I too had written a lost-in-a-cave scene in my novel Bone Talk – except my girl character, Luki, is just as feisty as the boy, Samkad –maybe even feistier – and constantly challenging the gendered expectations of her headhunting mountain village. Perhaps I had unconsciously written a homage to that unforgettable sequence from Tom Sawyer.]


In a PBS video, author Grace Lin (Where the Mountain Meets the Moon) says: "Do you have an old children's book you love? One of those classic books you read with your kids because your parents read it with you? Well. There's a good chance it might be racist."

But how does that work? Wasn't Mark Twain simply representing the reality of 1800s? Wasn't that what made the book special in the first place? Does that mean all these classic books should be discarded because their old fashioned prejudices would not pass muster against our contemporary sensibilities?

Here's what Grace says in case you can't watch the video:
Sometimes, good people, people you love, aren't always right.

And that is how I feel about these classic books. I'm not saying we should ban them. I'm saying we should treat them like out-of-touch relatives. We all have that aunt or uncle, or maybe even a parent, who believes in things you don't agree with.

You can still love that relative, and you can still let them be a part of your child's life. But because you know they might say something you don't like, don't you try to keep an extra ear open, in case they say something in front of your child? And then, don't you explain afterwards?

That's what I'm saying about these classic children's books. Read them, share them, even love them, but make sure you talk to your kids about them, too.

I love Tom Sawyer because I can still remember how it took me away from my boring, mundane life in Manila. I love Tom Sawyer because of Mark Twain's crackling storytelling voice. I love Tom Sawyer because it so vividly captures life in Missouri in another century.

I love the realism of Twain's style but I do not love the reality he was representing.

Yes, I believe that Tom Sawyer should be read by young people today – but I agree with Grace Lin, it cannot be read without context because it has the power to do harm.


I recently finished writing a children's biography of the explorer Ferdinand Magellan, who is credited with leading the first expedition to circumnavigate the world. The other thing he did though was participate in Portugal's conquest of the Indian Ocean.

Reading other biographies for children, the conquest is always skimmed over, and presented as a kind of glorious training ground for Magellan's future achievements (one of which was to "discover" the Philippines). But there was nothing glorious about the pillaging and genocide the Europeans committed in 16th century Africa and India.

I couldn't help wondering how an African or an Indian child would feel reading my story ... and found myself writing with extra care for those future readers.

Mark Twain is quoted as saying that he didn't write The Adventures of Tom Sawyer for children. Well, he didn't write it for black and Native American readers either.

I was once asked what literary figure from the past would I most like to have dinner with. Mark Twain was my immediate answer – because he would be a witty and funny dinner guest, I admired his writing, and I admired him (most of all) for being one of the few voices at the turn of the 21st century to speak out when the U.S. invaded the Philippines. Here's what he said:

I have seen that we do not intend to free, but to subjugate the people of the Philippines. We have gone there to conquer, not to redeem ... It should, it seems to me, be our pleasure and duty to make those people free, and let them deal with their own domestic questions in their own way. And so I am an anti-imperialist. I am opposed to having the eagle put its talons on any other land.

And yet I discover now that he while he could expound on the plight of faraway Filipinos, he didn't feel the same about the plight of Native Americans.

"He could denounce imperialism abroad while mostly ignoring it at home," writes Kerry Driscoll in Mark Twain among the Indians and Other Indigenous Peoples.
While Twain's view on blacks . . . [demonstrate] unequivocal growth away from the racism of his origins in the antebellum South, his representations of Indians do not follow a similarly redemptive arc. They are instead vexingly erratic and paradoxical, commingling antipathy and sympathy, fascination and visceral repugnance ...

Knowing this, it's hard to imagine myself trading witticisms with Samuel Clemens across a dining table.

Reflecting on Tom Sawyer today, and how reading hundreds of books in my childhood I accepted that the absence of people like me and the prejudice against African Americans and Native Americans was just "how books are" ... it is inspiring to know that bookish folk are pushing back with hashtags like #WeNeedDiverseBooks, #ReadtheOnePercent, #Representation Matters, and #ReflectingRealities.

Books – beloved or not – have been part of our systemic inequalities for so long, and it feels like change may be coming at last.

But at the same time, isn't it tragic that 144 years after the publication of Tom Sawyer we are still struggling?

Back in 2015, the Guardian invited me to share my favourite Dangerous Book as part of an author round-up. Here's what I said:

When I think back, ALL the books I read as a child were dangerous. They took me out of the ordered rules of my cultural life and proposed that there were other choices out there.

Yes. Books really are powerful. And that is why, in future, I will not mention The Adventures of Tom Sawyer without giving it its proper context.

I am currently the Writer in Residence at Booktrust. Do visit and see my latest post, about some empathy epiphanies I had during my busy, busy March of book tours!

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