The Brothers Lionheart (how judging a public reading contest for kids led to this trip down exquisitely horrifying memories)
On the 11th of February of this year I had the absolute pleasure and honor to help judge a local public reading contest for kids in the Library of Dordrecht city, alongside fellow judges Wilma Verhoeven & Ilse van Donkelaar. It was part of the National public reading contest for kids and the winner will go on and compete in the regionals, so the pressure was certainly on! So, so many nervous little faces… It was our luck then, that we could agree on our favorite pretty quickly. His way of getting the story across appealed to us (tone, tempo, emotional delivery) and he managed to pull us right in. Congratulations, Abdullah! You read at half the tempo all the others did. That helped. A lot.
A special shout out tot the crew of the library for the exceptional care and love you put into organizing this event! ALMOST perfect :)
One of the criteria we had to judge was if the specific part of their favorite book the contestants chose to read was pivotal to the story or not. And to their credit, most of them had clearly taken their time to find a passage that fit said criteria. We felt for a dragon almost drowning, learned that Harry Potter was a natural on the broomstick and how a pre-teen influencer finally got the better of her bitchy rival for example. A divers bunch of plot points indeed. As the afternoon went on, though, I couldn’t help but starting to feel a bit… Like I… was missing something? The stakes had been high all around, check, sure, but…
Know what I mean?
… Yeah. You know what I mean.
This says a lot about me too, I know, and the kinds of stories I’ve been drawn to from a very early age. I have no knowledge about 99.999 % of children’s books storylines from the last 3 and a half decades whatsoever but feel safe in guessing the 11 excerpts we enjoyed in the library are a cross section of the above mentioned. And honestly, that makes me just the tiniest bit of sad. I know I’m very much sounding my age now, but maybe it’s a sign of the times. No? We were asked to choose 1 winner. The rest would collectively come in second. + Please no constructive criticism afterwards. Only praise. … Enfin. It got me sentimental too, and for a very specific reason at that!
I remember laying in our backyard garden, must have been no older than 9, 10 at the most, and my first ever out of body experience, right then and there, from getting sucked into a story so fully the world around me just… disappeared? Must have read ‘De Gebroeders Leeuwenhart’ (The Brothers Lionheart) by Astrid Lindgren at least a dozen times in those formative, highly susceptible years and it’s safe to say it is my favorite children’s book. If you haven’t read it, please do? And why, you ask?
Disease, death, tyranny, betrayal, and rebellion! This is the O.G. of fantasy for the very young. George R.R. Martin waited a very long time before he killed of one of his main characters, by comparison? And like with Martin, death is all around during the remainder of the story, with (spoiler warning:) the traitor Jossi, Hubert, Mattias, the tyrant Tengil, the dragon Katla and the two brothers themselves for a second time at the end. Again, it had me hooked from the first page onwards. This is not a tale for the faint of heart. It is written to teach about loss, grief, betrayal, but at the same time contrasts these expertly with platonic love, loyalty, sacrifice, hope, courage, and pacifism. An emotional journey I wish every child could and would undertake. Especially while young. In adulthood not everybody is going to end in second place. Books should be a safe space to get utterly devastated in. Do this to your own kinds? Some experiences in childhood WILL define you, and this should be one of them. A true masterclass. Go and get it at your local bookstore, please? Cheers!
