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| I was ten years old when I first picked up Freddy the Detective by Walter R. Brooks in a branch public library in Sherman Oaks, California. On a hot day my mother and I walked along a eucalyptus-edged street in the San Fernando Valley to the library. The book's title caught my eye: apparently something about a boy who was a detective. When I pulled it from the shelf, it proved to be about a pig who was a detective. As I was a fan anyway of animal stories from Thornton Burgess to Rudyard Kipling, I checked it out and read it. The central characters of the Freddy the Pig novels are the animals on the Bean Home Farm in rural New York State, mostly official residents, but many wild like the rabbits, or unofficial like the bugs. All of them reason and talk, although we're several novels into the series before the animals begin letting on to humans that they can talk just as well as the latter. And sometimes reason better. In the cumulative thousands of pages of the series, Brooks has plenty of room to develop and populate his landscape. A new idea from Freddy, pooh-poohed by Jinx (the black cat), may be rescued by the plain sense of Mrs. Wiggins (smartest of the cows), and then perhaps turned into a speech by Charles (the rooster) all in the course of some neatly intertwined adventures of animals and people. And then Freddy may write a little celebratory verse. Brooks provides a wide range of down-home personalities, and after reading several of the novels, the animals and humans become treasured acquaintances. Take a drive on a country road, and you may wonder if the Bean Farm isn't that place you glimpse across the fields yonder, and Centerboro drowsing at the next junction. These are brilliant children's stories, and grownups will discover that they read surprisingly well. Relaxed humor, attention to character, and plots with deft twists and interweaving, provide good entertainment. Brooks also pays attention to value, whether of words, things, actions, or institutions. Not all of this is what you'd expect. Even now rereading them, I sometimes find myself wondering ... Walter R. Brooks (1886-1958) wrote twenty-five novels in the Freddy the Pig series between 1927 and 1958; and Freddy's poems and songs were collected in a separate volume. The novels are listed below in chronological order, but it's not at all necessary to read them in this order. Given several at hand, you should read the earliest one first, because many bits of background, or occasional characters from duck to lion, recur in later books.
Died-in-the-hide Freddy fans will enjoy checking out the Friends of Freddy organization. However, newcomers to the series, or those who haven't read all the novels or not lately, should note that a number of the discussions there and elsewhere are surprise-spoilers. The Freddy the Pig books originally were published by Knopf in trade and library bindings. In 1997 Overlook Press began reprinting the series in nice editions faithful to the Knopf trade originals, including the wonderful Kurt Wiese black-and-white illustrations. After luckily finding Freddy the Detective, I read and reread the novels. These are beloved books; they are classic animal stories of a distinctively American kind.
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© 2002 Robert Wilfred Franson |
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