Look at this article from mental_floss
I loved this book as a child. In fact, I loved to read this book so much as a tiny tot that my poor mother went through three copies of it. I found an article about it on
childfree, a community I belong to. I don't like hunting, but knowing about this is funny, especially what she says about children!
Friday, January 5th, 2007
Good Grief, Moon!
I was just flipping through a recent back issue of the New Yorker and discovered that one of the highlights of my childhood was based on a lie (a lie, I tell you!):
The mother of all bedtime stories, “Goodnight Moon,” by Margaret Wise Brown, will turn sixty next year. … At the time that it appeared, Brown was thirty-seven and a well-established children’s writer; among her many acclaimed picture books were “The Runaway Bunny” and “Little Fur Family.” Still, she didn’t quite fit, or want to fit, the role of beloved children’s author; her real ambition was to write for grownups. Brown never married-her affairs were conducted with members of both sexes-and had no children. When she wasn’t making up tales about soft little bunnies, she liked to watch them get ripped to pieces; a fan of running to hounds, Brown was a charter member of an exclusive Long Island hunting club known as the Buckram Beagles. Asked about this apparent conflict in an interview with Life, Brown replied, “Well, I don’t especially like children, either. At least not as a group. I won’t let anybody get away with anything just because he is little.”
Is it wrong that I kind of love her for this?
