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Two children find themselves in a story when they write words in the sand on the beach, and whatever they have written appears when the waves wash the words away. Geen bibliotheekbeschrijvingen gevonden. |
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Known now primarily as the author/illustrator of "Harold and the Purple Crayon," Crockett Johnson also wrote the comic strip "Barnaby" in the 1940s, and retired to create mathematical expressionist art. "He also published two original mathematical theorems," according to Philip Nel's afterword to "Magic Beach." His art can be seen online at http://americanhistory.si.edu/collections/group_detail.cfm?key=1253&gkey=192
Looking at his precise color-shape mathematical paintings is not far afield from reading "Magic Beach." Simple forms are full of complexities. Look at the painting "Fluxions," for example. The edges suggest a peeling back of layers and the scouring and filling, taking and accruing of the ocean's waves on the shore.
Crockett Johnson's allusive story of two children's beach visit would only be spoiled by my attempt to describe it. But reading this book was like being swept over by a breaker that knocked me flat, filled me with sorrow, washed me clean, left me alone on a blank stretch of sand. ( )