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Hot, Hot Roti for Dada-ji Hardcover – May 1, 2011
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2012 Asian Pacific American Award for Literature Honor, Picture Books
Best Children's Books of the Year Bank Street College of Education
*"Food, family and storytelling set irresistible hooks in this high-spirited double picture-book debut. Grandfather s rousing tales of a village youth spent tying cobras into knots, shaking mangos for the pickle jar from a giant tree and savoring the 'fluffy-puffy roti that bubbled and wobbled in ghee on the hot, hot tavva pan' inspire young Aneel to give his Dada-ji 'the power of the tiger' once again with a fresh batch of the unleavened treat. Min echoes the narrative s exuberance with bright, blocky acrylic scenes of an Indian family in Western surroundings. After downing the roti with finger-licking enthusiasm, the two proceed outside to shake apples off a tree for Dadi-ma s pie and tie their legs in knots to sit lotus fashion on a grassy hillside. A natural for reading aloud, laced with great tastes, infectious sound effects and happy feelings." --Kirkus Reviews, starred review
"This debut for both author and illustrator is a winning story of family traditions as well as a rollicking tall tale.... Zia has an ear for the storyteller s cadence. She creates lyrical lines for the framing narrative and then alters her voice, animating the interior story with exaggeration and exclamations. Min s style is dynamic; he borrows a variety of techniques from graphic novels to delineate time and place and to focus attention. From inset boxes and monochromatic background figures to silhouettes and sequential panels, the effect is exciting and fresh. As Aneel stands on his head in imitation of his grandfather, the room tilts and smoke from the burning incense spreads across the page, carrying light green colored-pencil sketches of the 'wheat fields and swaying coconut palms' of the elders village. This contrasts with the bold colors of the boy s modern living room, rendered in acrylics. Inspired by the story, Aneel starts mixing ingredients. Boy and man chomp and chew. Do the roti still do the trick? Hunh-ji! Yes, Sir!"
--School Library Journal
"Young readers will flip for Hot, Hot Roti for Dada-ji by F. Zia!" --The Children's and Teens' Book Connection
About the Author
F. ZIA is a writer and an elementary school teacher who grew up in Hyderabad, India. Her stories blend humor and tradition, memories and contemporary moments. Zia, who believes writing like roti making requires persistence and practice, wrote this story as a gift to her grandchildren. Zia lives in eastern Massachusetts with her husband. This is her first picture book. KEN MIN is an illustrator and animation storyboard artist. As a boy in Los Angeles, Min dreamed of becoming a dinosaur doctor. After realizing that dinosaurs were extinct, he decided to pursue his love of art. Min still lives in California and enjoys drawing the animals at the San Diego Zoo. His Web site is kenminart.com, and this is the first picture book he has illustrated.
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Some folks might not be keen on their grandparents coming to live with them, but not Aneel. He thinks it's great! Not only are Dadi-ma and Dada-ji always about, but no one tells a story quite like Aneel's grandfather. Dada-ji weaves tales of his own youth when he'd wrestle water buffalos or tie cobras into knots. And the source of this miraculous power? Nothing more than his mother's delicious, fantastic, fluffy-puffy roti. Caught up in the tale, Aneel is determined that his grandfather should have some roti right there and then like he did when he was a boy. And when the family can't be swayed in that direction, he takes it upon himself to whip up a batch. With flour, water, and salt he pushes and pulls the dough and Dadi-ma helps him fry it up. Then Dada-ji has his fill and the two go out to have adventures of their own, even if these are nothing more than splashing in puddles or swinging to the sky.
Mixing contemporary life and fable in a tale can't be easy. You don't want to tip the book too much in the direction of contemporary life, or the fable aspects will get lost in the shuffle. At the same time, you also have to avoid telling too much of the fun exaggerated stories, or else your book will be promising future magic on which it can never deliver. Ms. Zia balances both by placing the story in context right from the start. The very first thing you see is Aneel thinking about his grandparents' stories while the smoke of the incense beside him turns into rolling green fields and sunny skies. When Dada-ji does start telling his tale, it's punctuated with some contemporary asides, rooting you in the present. So you have the story of grandparents from India now living with their American children and grandchildren on the one hand, and the conjured dreams of their stories on the other. It makes for a nice balance, a book that's more interesting than if Zia had gone entirely one way or another.
Sometimes I'll be entranced by the look of a book and its story, but the writing will turn me off completely. Ms. Zia, however, seems like an old hand at this game. Her words repeat beautifully at the beginning and the ending of the tale. She works in common Hindi words and phrases into the story so naturally that you can't imagine the text existing without them. Best of all, she's evocative. Even Dada-ji's story begins with the right flavor. "In a village far, far away where the warm breeze made the green wheat fields dance and the brown coconuts rustle lived a lad who astonished the villagers morning, noon, and night." I also appreciated that Zia avoided potential sap. It would have been all too easy to turn this tale into one where Dada-ji tells overblown tales of strength from his youth in the first half, only to grow ill in the second and have to be revived by his grandson's roti recipe. It sounds odd to say, but part of why this book works is because there isn't this peril at stake. Aneel's motivations aren't any greater than simply wanting to make some tasty food for his grandfather. Nothing wrong with that.
What are we to make of the animator turned children's picture book illustrator? It's a phenomenon that has grown increasingly over the last few years. On the one hand, not every animator has what it takes to tell a visual story, even if their images pop off the page and leave you wanting more. Ken Min, to my mind, has an advantage over his brethren then. As an animation storyboard artist, Min's entire career has been based on visual storytelling. As such, storyboard artists sometimes make for the best transitional picture book artists. I say "sometimes" because there are some storyboarders who have a difficult time making their books look like anything more than a rote series of images stuck to a page. Min's book works because he has no problem working Zia's text in with his own images. The story bounces back and forth, and I particularly appreciated Min's willingness to break apart his pictures into cutaway rectangles or extreme close-ups when the mood strikes. The illustrations are done in acrylic and colored pencil, though there's a strange mixed-media feel to them. Sometimes you wonder if he didn't cute a figure out and then just re-glue it to the page. Whatever it is he's done, it keeps the images from turning flat at any point. Excellent!
But really, the whole reason I picked up the book in the first place probably had a lot to do with how Min does people. I like it when a book makes an effort to be more than a series of talking heads. Consider a sequence where Aneel runs to his different family members in the hope of getting one of them to make a batch of roti. First off, I was very grateful that he asks both men (his dad) and women to do this. Well played there. In each case Aneel is rebuffed, no better than by his older sis. The text reads, "Finally Aneel tried his big sister, Kiran, but she didn't want sticky globs of dough getting under her starry nails." The picture backs this up, but what I loved was how Kiran is pictured admiring the nail job on her left hand, while her right effectively covers up Aneel's mouth, big sister-like. No misinterpretation there. On a rereading I also noticed that when Dada-ji tells his exaggerated tales of his youth, the kid in those pictures definitely has his nose. It's a little detail, but one that shows that the artist was truly paying attention to what he was doing.
I did have a problem with a book, and it's due to its success. Here you have a tale that talks up the deliciousness of a good plate of roti. When Dada-ji licks the salty specks from his fingertips the reader pretty much wants to get a taste of what's going on as well. So I eagerly flipped to the end of the book for the obligatory food-based-picture-book-recipe only to find, to my horror, no recipe! No warm steamy roti! No hot chewy roti! No roti at all! There's a very useful Glossary of terms available for English speakers who want to correctly pronounce some of the more difficult Hindi words and phrases, but it could easily have shared some space with a little delicious roti action. After all, the fact that Aneel makes perfect roti my merely throwing a couple ingredients into a bowl may give kids the wrong impression on how easy it is to replicate a beloved dish. Maybe a recipe would have alleviated that problem a bit.
One request I often get in my library branch is for examples of tall tales. I'll hand over the usual Paul Bunyan / John Henry / Pecos Bill materials when asked, but maybe I've been boxing myself in too much. Maybe next time someone asks I'll pluck Hot, Hot Roti for Dada-ji off the shelf as well. After all, I think it's beneficial to see how telling exaggerated tales isn't solely a historical activity performed by our forefathers. People today exaggerate all the time, often about their own lives. Whether you believe Dada-ji's tales is inconsequential. The lesson here isn't that telling tales is bad, or anything quite so trite. Rather, it's that sometimes a person can recapture a time long lost with the help of the people who care for them. And that's a lesson that breaks all kinds of barriers. You bet.
For ages 4-8.
For a simple Roti recipe (which should have been included) you can try Allrecipes or (my preference) Manjula's recipe website.