Maira Kalman puts a smile on my face with each and every one of her drawings. In my highbrow frame of mind, I take down the Strunk/White/ Kalman illustrated edition of "The Elements of Style" (Penguin, 2005). I can find myself stage center in her ever so apt illustration titled "None of Us Is Perfect". It drives home the Strunkian rule "With NONE, use the singular verb when the word means `no one' or `not one." And if I find myself puzzling about the meaning of it all, I go at once to "The Principles of Uncertainty," her 2009 masterpiece for her view on "Cartesian Interactive Dualism."
But when my grandchildren ask me what book I want read to me before bed time I invariably tell them "Mad Max Makes A Million." "But we just read that last night, Grampy. How about 'No Kiss for Mother' [Tomi Ungerer's 1973 masterpiece] for a change?" "Tomorrow maybe," I tell them. "I want to listen to Max read his poems one more time." Max, the canine poet, lives with "Ida and Morris Stravinsky in the spacious Stravinsky apartment" in Manhattan. He leads a dog's life, with amenities too numerous to mention. But, as he says, "I have the roots. Now I want the wings." He wants to take his show on the road. Paris.
But he's broke. As he says, "Ha! Plane tickets cost money. Mazuma, shekels, semelians." If only he could sell his poems, maybe, just maybe, he could make it to "Paris. The city of dreams. The city of lights. The city of love." So there you have the plot. Will Max sell his poems, make a million, fly off on his new wings to Paris? Think I'm going to give the ending away? Not on your life. But I will let you in on the reason I want the grand kids to read me this book before I go to bed: "If I didn't mention before, I should mention now. This book is about dreamers. Wishful thinkers. Dreamy Blinkers. Crazy Nuts." Do you really wonder why I'm crazy about it?
End note. Maira Kalman is one of those wonderful graphic artists/writers - Ben Katchor and Chris Ware also come to mind - whose take on city life hits all the right notes. It is to Penguin's great credit that they appreciate her gifts and see to it that so many of her wonderful books stay in print.