10/26/2020
This speculative tale from the late Ungerer offers a dark view of the future—and a sliver of hope. Vasco, a small figure in a green newsboy cap, wanders the ruined world alone: “Flowers had turned into memories.... Everyone had gone to the moon.” His long black shadow stretches before him, pointing a long finger to warn him away from collapsing buildings and random explosions. Ungerer renders these hilarious close shaves in capital letters—“JUST IN TIME!” Crisply outlined, brilliantly lit urban settings are desolate but not frightening; the shadow keeps Vasco safe. A beetle-like creature entrusts Vasco with its tiny swaddled child, and Vasco keeps “doubt and fear at bay, by focusing on Poco’s sweet little face.” He follows his shadow’s directions into the desert, where he finds a giant cake, an iced refuge with “ample supplies of everything.” Though Vasco’s trusty shadow disappears, Vasco and Poco live contentedly from then on in the layered cake home. Ungerer acknowledges the threats that Earth faces (“A heatwave followed close behind,/ melting the ice at their heels”), but Vasco and Poco survive them all. Humankind may teeter on the edge of disaster, Ungerer acknowledges, but it may endure anyway—somehow. Ages 5–8. (Sept.)
"This posthumous work by iconoclastic picture-book creator Ungerer is austere and puzzling, yet ultimately hopeful... This disorientating tale references several well-worn stories of adventure, exodus, and environmental turmoil; however, its greatest strength is found in its heroes' resilience against all odds." —Nonstop
"A dark vision with optimistic, even puckish, strains burnishes a unique legacy." —Kirkus Reviews
"Share this with older picture book readers or in story hours for vivid discussions of what life is, and what is our purpose. A must purchase, though cryptic, for its sobering affirmations of life despite crisis will reassure all ages." —School Library Journal, Starred Review
"This posthumously published book by Phaidon delivers messages of resilience, trust and friendship that are acutely tied to our lives today." —Design Week
"This posthumous work by iconoclastic picture-book creator Ungerer is austere and puzzling, yet ultimately hopeful.... This disorientating tale references several well-worn stories of adventure, exodus, and environmental turmoil; however, its greatest strength is found in its heroes' resilience against all odds."—Horn Book Magazine
"Share this with older picture book readers or in story hours for vivid discussions of what life is, and what is our purpose. A must purchase, though cryptic, for its sobering affirmations of life despite crisis will reassure all ages."—School Library Journal
"This posthumous work by iconoclastic picture-book creator Ungerer is austere and puzzling, yet ultimately hopeful.... This disorientating tale references several well-worn stories of adventure, exodus, and environmental turmoil; however, its greatest strength is found in its heroes’ resilience against all odds."—Horn Book Magazine
"Share this with older picture book readers or in story hours for vivid discussions of what life is, and what is our purpose. A must purchase, though cryptic, for its sobering affirmations of life despite crisis will reassure all ages."—School Library Journal
"There’s huge poignancy in Ungerer’s brooding, surreal imagery."—The Financial Times
06/12/2020
PreS-Gr 3—Did Ungerer know this would be his last work? Given the long experience of the author of, among others, No Kiss for Mother, and Rufus—a bat who learns that black and white are not the only colors in town—could he have left us this note-in-a-bottle? With birds, bats, and butterflies gone, it is up to Vasco's shadow in this barren, deserted, vacant world to send him the signal to go "scram" around the next corner, cross the street. He is entreated by one lonely soul to deliver a letter; having delivered the letter, the recipient begs Vasco to take the child, Poco, with him. What follows are epic scenes of an ice age, furnaces, crumbling buildings, and tanks ready to run them down. The black lines of the landscape are at unforgiving angles, in a palette of too-bright pink, turquoise, and orange. Vasco and Poco arrive to safety, and live out their days, though perhaps not the days they had planned. Share this with older picture book readers or in story hours for vivid discussions of what life is, and what is our purpose. VERDICT A must purchase, though cryptic, for its its affirmations of life despite crisis will reassure all ages. —Kimberly Olson Fakih, School Library Journal
2020-09-01
The great maverick illustrator sends Earth’s last two beings on a dreamlike odyssey in this posthumous and, possibly, final outing.
Through empty streets wanders Vasco, aimlessly following his long shadow—which guides him safely past toppling buildings, sudden floods, and other dangers to an abandoned hospital, where he finds and takes charge of Poco, a green, insectile child. Everyone else has, as the spare narrative has it, “gone to the moon,” and even the plants and animals have disappeared. All that is left are desolate land- and cityscapes, infused in the illustrations with low-angled light and feelings of loneliness. Together the adult and child make their way through further hazards ranging from a refinery on the brink of collapse to a cluster of tree-eating military tanks, on the way at last to a “phantasmagorical” new home…which turns out to be a giant cake where the two remain, “sheltered in peace” thereafter. Though catastrophes to be escaped (as the refrain has it) “JUST IN TIME!” rear up with titular frequency, they are so neatly drawn as to have a ritualistic air, not so much creating dramatic highlights as checking off surreal disasters natural or otherwise. The two figures are drawn generally back to viewers and remain tiny on the page, but they still draw both eye and heart as, holding resolutely on to each other, they weather every threat to reach safe harbor at last. “DON’T HOPE COPE” reads a sign that Vasco passes in one scene. As last words go, not bad.
A dark vision with optimistic, even puckish, strains burnishes a unique legacy. (Picture book. 9-up)
