Today is the birthday of Ludwig Bemelmans, author of the beloved Madeline books. Here is a really interesting biographical sketch of him. I didn’t know any of it. Listen to this:
When he was a teenager, his parents apprenticed him to his Uncle Hans, who owned a string of resort hotels in the Tyrol. After the 16-year-old Bemelmans shot a head-waiter during a dispute, his family gave him the option of going to reform school or emigrating to America.
Bemelmans chose the latter and arrived in New York in 1914, carrying two pistols with which to fend off hostile Indians. Once again, his career as a waiter was disastrous. After losing a job because he arrived wearing one yellow and one white shoe, Bemelmans enlisted in the Army.
“Once again, his career as a waiter was disastrous.”
heh heh heh
He served in the Army in World War I, and he is buried at Arlington National Cemetery.
I always loved the Madeline books, and still do. Madeline: the red-haired feisty rebellious girl in the convent school, the one who always gets in trouble (even if it’s just getting her appendix taken out) – but the one who is also most loved.
I loved how Miss Clavel woke up in the middle of the night, in her cavernous bedroom, sitting up in her cavernous bed with the draperies hanging above it … and she said to herself: “Something is not right!”
She got a candle, and ran down the hallway (the illustrations are so dramatic, so wonderful) and burst into the dormitory, to see Madeline moaning in her bed, all the other little girls sitting up, awake, worried … Madeline is rushed to the hospital to have her appendix taken out. Things might have gone very wrong that night if it weren’t for Miss Clavel’s powers of prophetic thinking. How many problems could be solved if we woke up in the middle of the night, alarmed, and said to ourselves: “Something is not right!”
I loved the watercolors. I loved the urban setting, the beautiful images of Paris, with the “12 little girls in 2 straight lines” going on their daily walk with Miss Clavel.
I’m sure it will not be a surprise to any of you to know that my favorite of the Madeline books is when she and Pepito, the little boy next door, join the circus. Of course they are forced to join the circus, since they are kidnapped by gypsies at a local carnival … but still. They end up getting into their new circus life. As a little girl, I found that book to be so exciting, so … magical. It opened up little doors into other worlds, worlds I could only get a glimpse of … but oh, I wanted to see more! I remember in particular one illustration of the small company of circus performers sitting around a campfire in the middle of nowhere, their caravan parked nearby. The night around them is dark, a midnight-blue wash of watercolors … but the bright jester costumes and the Pierrot get-ups of the gypsies gleam out from the dark, like magic little gems. I wanted to sit around that campfire.
Of course, since Madeline and Pepito had been KIDNAPPED by the gypsies – poor Miss Clavel was losing her MIND back in Paris, wondering where they had gome to, if they were all right. This time, Miss Clavel’s precognitive powers failed her. At no point when she took the 12 little girls to the carnival did she think to herself: “Something is not right!”
Oh well. Even French nuns with powers of prophecy have their off days.
Happy birthday, Mr. Bemelmans … glad you didn’t end up being a waiter. Seems like we all are much better off because of your original failure in the service industry.