Windows and Words: A Look at Canadian Children's Literature in English

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Susan-Ann Cooper, Aïda Hudson
University of Ottawa Press, 2003 - 239 sidor

This collection of essays confirms and celebrates the artistry of Canadian children's literature. Contributors include Janet Lunn and Tim Wynne-Jones. Windows and Words is a collection of seventeen essays that confirms and celebrates the artistry of Canadian Children's Literature. There are essays that survey a wealth of English language fiction, from the internationally acclaimed work of Lucy Maud Montgomery, the aboriginal adolescent novel, to the increasingly multi-cultural character of children's books. Others examine book illustration, visual literacy, and the creative partnership seen in the picture book and its art design.

With contributions by two Governor General's Award winning authors, Janet Lunn and Tim Wynne-Jones, and a final commentary by Elizabeth Waterson, the heart of this collection offers a unique perspective on the artistry of writing for children and claims a rightful place for Canadian children's literature as literature.

Published in English.

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Introduction
1
The Difference Between Writing for Adults and Children
11
Canadian Childrens Literature at the Millennium
23
The Rise of the Aboriginal Voice in Canadian Adolescent Fiction 19701990
35
Multiculturalism and the Contemporary Childrens Literature of Saskatchewan
49
Retelling Little Red Riding Hood Abroad and at Home
61
Glenn Gould and Tim WynneJoness The Maestro
77
The Inheritors of Wordsworths Gentle Breeze
87
Canon or Cultural Capital?
131
A Look at the Books
143
The Symbolic Journey of Anne of Green Gables
175
A Commentary
185
The Role of Design and Art Direction
191
Pictures Power and Pedagogy
201
A Commentary
219
A Commentary
227

L M Montgomerys Emily Trilogy
97
Anne Shirley and the culture of imperial motherhood
119
Contributors
233
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Sida 87 - Oh there is blessing in this gentle breeze That blows from the green fields and from the clouds And from the sky: it beats against my cheek, And seems half -conscious of the joy it gives.
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Sida 3 - The third way, which is the only one I could ever use myself, consists in writing a children's story because a children's story is the best art-form for something you have to say: just as a composer might write a Dead March not because there was a public funeral in view but because certain musical ideas that had occurred to him went best into that form.
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