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Quiet Place

author: Sarah Stewart 
illustrator: David Small
Farrar Straus Giroux, 2012
preschool-grade 3 
Mexican

The Quiet Place takes place in 1957, as young Isabel and her family move from an unnamed town in Mexico to what appears to be Detroit. The front endpapers, frontispiece and title page depict unhappy people, skinny dogs and a small wagon hitched to the back of the family’s battered car, which holds all their belongings—some chairs, a dresser and a few boxes. 

As they travel north and move into their new neighborhood, Isabel and her family encounter only friendly white people—friendly white border guards, friendly white parents, friendly white children, and a friendly white teacher who doesn’t speak Spanish but smiles at Isabel. Still, the girl, feeling sad and alone, retreats with her teddy bear into a large cardboard box, which she decorates and transforms into a “quiet place.”

Isabel loves her cardboard box; she feels safe and comfortable in it. The author and illustrator may not have intended for this to be a metaphor, but it is loaded with significance. Isabel’s box fills the entire book cover. On the blue flaps, she’s drawn Mexican designs of sun, moon, stars, plants and animals. The inside “walls” are bright yellow, as is Isabel’s dress. There’s an orange shining sun on top and a shuttered window drawn on the side. On the floor, there are books, crayons, and her teddy bear for company. From inside her “quiet place,” Isabel, with a book on her lap, is looking out and smiling.

There are no other Mexican families in Isabel’s new neighborhood, no other children who share her life, who speak her language, who play games with her. When a rainstorm destroys her “quiet place,” she is inconsolable. But soon, she’s able to accumulate more boxes, ones that had held presents for the white children for whom her mother has been catering birthday parties.

From inside these discarded boxes, Isabel writes home to her Auntie Lupita, who has taught her English. The entire narrative consists of these letters—all in perfect, grammatical English—in which Isabel describes her emotions and new experiences. A final spread shows Isabel, after having creatively decorated all of her boxes, joyfully celebrating her birthday with her family and some newly found friends. Some of these friends appear to be ethnically mixed, in that the artist has tinted their faces brown. In a final letter to Auntie Lupita, Isabel expresses her happiness and, rather than ending with “Missing you,” concludes with “Wish you were here.”

Small’s colorful mixed-media artwork, which includes several wordless spreads, highlights Isabel’s initial loneliness and her transformation into a joyful child who has successfully assimilated. The Quiet Place received rave reviews from The New York Times, School Library Journal, Booklist, Kirkus, and Publishers Weekly, among others. The reviewer from School Library Journal, for instance, wrote that the story “poignantly capture(s) the emotional hardships and triumphs of the immigrant experience.”

No, it doesn’t.

First, setting this story in 1957, when thousands of Mexican workers were being recruited to work in Chicago’s meat packing plants and Detroit’s auto and steel industries, is the author’s and illustrator’s convenient way of evading the racist and violent historical and contemporary realities for immigrant and migrant Mexican workers and their families—and presenting a feel-good story for the intended audience.

It’s clear that this intended audience does not include Mexican children. It does not include young children for whom Spanish is their first language. It does not include young immigrant or migrant children. And it certainly does not include young children of color. No one in this story speaks Spanish, not even a Mexican mother consoling her child. Indeed, the only Spanish words here are “salsa,” “tamales,” “guacamole,” and the phrase “muchas gracias,” which is immediately translated into English. Since young Isabel already reads and writes fluent English, she has no issues involving learning or adapting to a new language. In fact, in Isabel’s world, there are no issues—no violence, no discrimination, no racism, no bullying, no taunting, and no suffering—because author, illustrator, and publisher do not have to see any.

Suffering, like the children in crisis on the border. Now.

Terrified mothers and fathers are sending their young children to the north, because it’s too dangerous where they live. Sometimes in the company of smugglers, these refugee children are literally running for their lives. When they get here, they are picked up by the Border Patrol and brought to detention centers with no schools, no books, and no permission to be reunited with relatives in the US. None of these thousands of unaccompanied children coming from Mexico or Central America in the last few years has been given a visa. These lonely, frightened refugee children are living in limbo—they miss their parents, their grandparents, their aunts and uncles, their cousins, and their friends—and they have no idea of what will happen to them. 

Under the illusion of “diversity,” The Quiet Place portrays immigrant and migrant children as successful as long as they quickly and easily learn English and adapt to the dominant culture while discarding their own. Here, the author, illustrator and publisher have transformed Mexican and Mexican-American children’s real lives, experiences and problems into a feel-good, pain-free picture book about assimilation for young readers who have never been forced to face the enormous difficulties associated with immigration or migration. And in doing so—in giving a young Mexican girl a discarded box to live in—the author, illustrator and publisher have contributed to the public shaming of Mexican and Mexican-American children, as well as of all immigrant, migrant and refugee children in this country.

Imagine a teacher’s reading this book to a classroom of kindergarteners in, say, El Paso. Imagine the expressions on their faces. Imagine the shocked silence and the silent tears. What an awful thing to inflict on our children. The Quiet Place is not recommended.

—Beverly Slapin
(published 11/11/15)

Red Ridin’ in the Hood and Other Cuentos


author: Patricia Santos Marcantonio
illustrator: Renato Alarcão
Farrar Straus Giroux, 2005
grades 3-5 
Mexican American

While the premise of infusing popular European-based fairy tales and other stories with Raza cultural markers is imaginative and can result in a good outcome, Santos Marcantonio’s attempt to do so results in writing that is uneven and mostly falls flat.

I chuckled while reading “Red Ridin’ in the Hood,” especially at the repeated reference to “white goat cheese that smelled like Uncle José’s feet” and the picture of a horrified young Roja, holding her nose against the smell of the cheese. But the story asks young Raza readers to totally suspend disbelief to the fact that, not only would a Chicano wolf named “Lobo Chavez” be cruising around the barrio in a low-riding Chevy, preying on grandmas, but, most unbelievably, that police would actually come into the barrio in order to help a little girl and save the day.

Although her telling of “Belleza y La Bestia” almost fails, Santos Marcantonio’s setting it in the context of the Mexican Revolution saves it. Here, an aristocrat who supports the Emperor Maximiliano is turned into a hideous beast by a bruja, because he has no soul. The curse is broken—and he becomes human again—because of a beautiful young woman who is a defender of the Revolution. “True ugliness,” she tells him, “can be found only in the hearts of people who hurt others.” The didactic moral notwithstanding, the story works for me.

However, in most places, Santos Marcantonio breaks the first rule of writing: Show, don’t tell. In “El Día de los Muertos,”—a Mexica retelling of “Orpheus and Eurydice,” the description of the courtship sinks like lead: “Every day afterward at the market…[Xochiyotl] would always stop to talk to Nochehuatl. They shared laughter, a reverence for life, a respect for the gods, and a strong connection with family.” Apparently, the author can’t imagine a real conversation between two young Mexica people.

Many of the author’s descriptions are heavy-handed as well: The lizards, for instance, in “The Piper of Harmonía,” are “green as deceit,” and in “Alejandro and the Spirit of the Magic Lámpara,” the antagonist’s “greed was as thick as the mud alongside an irrigation ditch.”

Just about all of the morals, too, are didactic and boring. In “Emperador’s New Clothes,” a haughty teenager gets his comeuppance, immediately after which he takes a vow “right on the spot” that he would no longer judge his peers by what they wore. “Soon, Emperador was no longer called El Rey, but El Corazón, because he showed others that he had a king-size heart.”

Also, there’s the kind of dissonance that had me turning back the pages to see if my first impressions were correct. In “Juan and the Pinto Bean Stalk,” for instance, Juan’s mother works at a laundry and they have to buy food, so they probably don’t live in the countryside. But wait! They have a cow! Do they keep her in the backyard or what? Then there’s this: “Juan was tired of eating beans, eggs, and tortillas every day.” If they live in the barrio, eating such nutritious foods would not be a sign of poverty. So what’s the deal?

I also object to animal stories in which the protagonists refer to themselves as food. This all started for me as a young child, when I discovered the connection between Shari Lewis’s puppet’s name, Lamb Chop, and what it actually referred to. In Santos Marcantonio’s version of “The Three Little Pigs,” the pig brothers, having outsmarted the wolf (but not, of course, killing him as in the original story), establish a place called “Residencias Chicharrones”….

Renato Alarcão’s black-and-white pictures are sometimes comical and sometimes dramatic, but may not hold the attention of youngsters who have been programmed to pick up books that are brightly colored.

There are many, many versions of Raza stories in print, both traditional and contemporary, that Raza children could appreciate. I’d recommend Bobbi Salinas’s hilariously told and riotously illustrated The Three Pigs: Nacho, Tito, and Miguel/Los tres cerdos (Piñata, 1998), and her Cinderella Latina/La Cenicienta Latina (Piñata, 2003). Plus, they’re bilingual. So, Red Ridin’ in the Hood is marginally recommended, if at all.

—Beverly Slapin
(published 4/7/13)