{"id":1586,"date":"2010-07-15T06:31:39","date_gmt":"2010-07-15T10:31:39","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/blogs.publishersweekly.com\/blogs\/shelftalker\/?p=1586"},"modified":"2010-07-15T06:31:39","modified_gmt":"2010-07-15T10:31:39","slug":"a-surprise-blast-from-the-past","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/blogs.publishersweekly.com\/blogs\/shelftalker\/?p=1586","title":{"rendered":"A Surprise Blast from the Past"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Back in March, I wrote a post called <a href=\"http:\/\/blogs.publishersweekly.com\/blogs\/shelftalker\/?p=701\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\">Favorite Picture Books No One Else Knew<\/a>. The first book I mentioned was a lovely picture book, <em>Princesses&#8217; Tresses<\/em>. Here&#8217;s what I wrote in that post:<br \/>\n&#8220;One of my favorite no-one-else books was <strong><em>Princesses\u2019  Tresses<\/em> by Luciana Roselli<\/strong>. This book was an early 70\u2019s  confection of   (three?)-color art in sherbet hues, drawn with a  fanciful, sentimental   line. The story was simple, about a little girl  with very short hair who   yearned for long princess hair, oodles and  miles and spaghetti swirls   of it \u2014 until she realized how much of a  pain that much hair would   actually be, and she settles for trusting  that her hair will grow to a   pretty, manageable length and will be  just fine and dandy, thank you.<br \/>\nWhy did I love this book so very much?  I can\u2019t even begin to tell you.   Perhaps it was partly the fact that  my mother gave it to me especially  because of my very thick, impossible  hair, and partly that the little  girl\u2019s  name was Elisabeth (that  elegant variation of my own very common  name). I  know it had something  to do with the images that went with  phrases  like, \u2018It would take  seven handmaidens to wash it, seven suns  to dry  it\u2026\u2019 [paraphrased; I  can&#8217;t find my beloved copy].<br \/>\nI was  entranced by the  improbably  elaborate hairdos necessary to contain all  that mass: for instance,  hair parted and braided and fashioned  into,  say, a large garden  trellis. The consequences of incredible  tresses  became increasingly  absurd, ending, I think, with a prince or  two  getting lost in there.  (Put Dr. Freud back on the shelf; this book  was  too sprightly to have  engaged in metaphor.)<br \/>\nThe writing was actually lyrical, but it was also simple and   clear  and comfortingly matter-of-fact, like a good fairy tale. I don\u2019t   know  how and where my mother found that book, and I\u2019m sure she never   would  have imagined I\u2019d read it almost as often as I read <em>Where the   Wild  Things Are<\/em>, but there you are. In all my years of loving and    living with books, I\u2019ve never met another person familiar with that one.&#8221;<br \/>\nHere&#8217;s where things get good. Not only did I hear from one or two other readers who had read that book, but just the other day <em>the author&#8217;s daughter<\/em> found the post and wrote a comment! Yes, thirty-some years after falling in love with the book (and 47 years after it was written), I had the pleasure of meeting the little girl who inspired one of my all-time favorite stories.<br \/>\nSince most readers probably won&#8217;t have noticed the comment, coming as it did months after the post, I wanted to share it with you.<br \/>\n<cite>Elisa Roselli<\/cite> says:<br \/>\nJuly 9, 2010 at 11:20 am<br \/>\n&#8220;I am very moved to hear that you loved PRINCESSES\u2019 TRESSES. It was  written and illustrated by my mother, and I was the little girl in the  story!<br \/>\n&#8220;I desperately wanted long hair, but when I was about 5 or so and trying  to grow it, a nasty uncle cut a great chunk of it off. That was his idea  of a joke. They had to cut the rest of my hair to even it up and I  think it was one of the great traumatic experiences of my childhood. My  mother wrote the book to comfort me. A year earlier, she had written a  book called THE POLKA DOT CHILD to help me deal with the experience of  chicken pox!<br \/>\n&#8220;You\u2019re wrong about the date though. It was 1963. My mother was well  ahead of her time and it\u2019s not surprising that you estimate the style of  her drawing at a decade later than it was.<br \/>\n&#8220;She had an international career as an illustrator and designer and died  in 1986. The full collection of her works was bequeathed to the Centro  Studi e Archivio della Communicazione in Parma,Italy.&#8221;<br \/>\nTHIS is why I love the Internet \u2014 nothing else in the history of the  world has brought far-flung people together as easily. It&#8217;s hard to  describe how meaningful it was for me to hear from her; it was a little like  having Julie Andrews sign my battered childhood copy of <em>The Last of  the Really Great Whangdoodles<\/em> or hearing Norton Juster read aloud  (at my request, at his signing a few years ago) <em>The Dot and the Line<\/em>.  My book-loving childhood self met my book-loving adult self full  circle. That&#8217;s even more magical than a princess with hair long enough  for a prince to get lost in.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Back in March, I wrote a post called Favorite Picture Books No One Else Knew. The first book I mentioned was a lovely picture book, Princesses&rsquo; Tresses. Here&rsquo;s what I wrote in that post: &ldquo;One of my favorite no-one-else books was Princesses&rsquo; Tresses by Luciana Roselli. This book was an early 70&rsquo;s confection of (three?)-color [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":5,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-1586","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/blogs.publishersweekly.com\/blogs\/shelftalker\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1586","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/blogs.publishersweekly.com\/blogs\/shelftalker\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/blogs.publishersweekly.com\/blogs\/shelftalker\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/blogs.publishersweekly.com\/blogs\/shelftalker\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/5"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/blogs.publishersweekly.com\/blogs\/shelftalker\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=1586"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/blogs.publishersweekly.com\/blogs\/shelftalker\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1586\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/blogs.publishersweekly.com\/blogs\/shelftalker\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=1586"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/blogs.publishersweekly.com\/blogs\/shelftalker\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=1586"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/blogs.publishersweekly.com\/blogs\/shelftalker\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=1586"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}