Anyway, the theme of ‘Charlotte’s Web’ is that a pig shall be saved, and I have an idea that somewhere deep inside me there was a wish to that effect.
First Step’s Home Run Bloggers love Charlotte’s Web.
Ann Boyd fell in love with the gracious, pugnacious arachnid when she was a fifth grader, and her teacher, Miss Kennedy, read the book to her class.
Third grade teacher and mom Amanda Ross says, “Charlotte’s Web is the perfect book for young readers.”
Claudia Benjamin, who teaches in Hancock County and Findlay, says the books is a must read to, and for, kids.
Librarian Tara Bahnsen agrees.
The list goes on and on: Charlotte’s Web is a much-loved classic. Some of us have been known to get red-eyed, to have to enunciate around swollen, chokey throat-lumps, as we try to read the end of the story aloud.
And when you think about it,–well, we’re getting very emotional about the death of a SPIDER.
A spider who was best buds with a pig.
And let’s face it, spiders and pigs,–well, they don’t win popularity contests in our society.
How did EB White come to write a book with such unlikely heroes, a book that would turn out to be a classic, savored and shared for generations to come?
Brainpickings.org did some research. They share a letter from EB White, who, when asked, “Why a book about a spider?” had a whole lot to say.
Read his words, taken from https://www.brainpickings.org/2013/10/15/e-b-white-on-charlottes-web/, below.
White made notes on web-spinning while he was writing about Charlotte and Wilbur.
(Image, featured in 1994’s The Annotated Charlotte’s Web, taken from https://www.brainpickings.org/2013/10/15/e-b-white-on-charlottes-web/)
“I have been asked to tell how I came to write ‘Charlotte’s Web’ [writes White]. Well, I like animals, and it would be odd if I failed to write about them. Animals are a weakness with me, and when I got a place in the country I was quite sure animals would appear, and they did.
“A farm is a peculiar problem for a man who likes animals, because the fate of most livestock is that they are murdered by their benefactors. The creatures may live serenely but they end violently, and the odor of doom hangs about them always. I have kept several pigs, starting them in spring as weanlings and carrying trays to them all through summer and fall. The relationship bothered me. Day by day I became better acquainted with my pig, and he with me, and the fact that the whole adventure pointed toward an eventual piece of double-dealing on my part lent an eerie quality to the thing. I do not like to betray a person or a creature, and I tend to agree with Mr. E.M. Forster that in these times the duty of a man, above all else, is to be reliable. It used to be clear to me, slopping a pig, that as far as the pig was concerned I could not be counted on, and this, as I say, troubled me. Anyway, the theme of ‘Charlotte’s Web’ is that a pig shall be saved, and I have an idea that somewhere deep inside me there was a wish to that effect.
“As for Charlotte herself, I had never paid much attention to spiders until a few years ago. Once you begin watching spiders, you haven’t time for much else — the world is really loaded with them. I do not find them repulsive or revolting, any more than I find anything in nature repulsive or revolting, and I think it is too bad that children are often corrupted by their elders in this hate campaign. Spiders are skilful, amusing and useful, and only in rare instances has anybody ever come to grief because of a spider.
“One cold October evening I was lucky enough to see Aranea Cavatica spin her egg sac and deposit her eggs. (I did not know her name at the time, but I admired her, and later Mr. Willis J. Gertsch of the American Museum of Natural History told me her name.) When I saw that she was fixing to become a mother, I got a stepladder and an extension light and had an excellent view of the whole business. A few days later, when it was time to return to New York, not wishing to part with my spider, I took a razor blade, cut the sac adrift from the underside of the shed roof, put spider and sac in a candy box, and carried them to town. I tossed the box on my dresser. Some weeks later I was surprised and pleased to find my dresser. Some weeks later I was surprised and pleased to find that Charlotte’s daughters were emerging from the air holes in the cover of the box. They strung tiny lines from my comb to my brush, from my brush to my mirror, and from my mirror to my nail scissors. They were very busy and almost invisible, they were so small. We all lived together happily for a couple of weeks, and then somebody whose duty it was to dust my dresser balked, and I broke up the show.
“At the present time, three of Charlotte’s granddaughters are trapping at the foot of the stairs in my barn cellar, where the morning light, coming through the east window, illuminates their embroidery and makes it seem even more wonderful than it is.
“I haven’t told why I wrote the book, but I haven’t told you why I sneeze, either. A book is a sneeze.”
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