Second Takes on First Books: The Enigma of Miss Suzy

I’m always surprised when I find it again, tucked in the corner of a little-used bookshelf in the house: the first children’s picture book I remember, Miss Suzy (1964). When l was a wee preschooler, my mother read to me this book about a tiny  housekeeper–a little gray squirrel who lived all by herself in the tip, tip, top of a tall oak tree. Miss Suzy relishes two of the three C’s that marked the idealized Fifties housewife: cooking and cleaning. But not childrearing. She sang as she performed her domestic routine. How I loved the pictures in this book! The muted, tranquil images of Miss Suzy at work in her house. The vivid facial expressions of satisfaction, malice, dismay, and determination. The nighttime view of the open treehouse in the sky, which first appears in vibrant colors.

Miss Suzy was resourceful in tending to her house, making her carpet from moss and her broom from twigs. She made cups and pudding from acorns, and caught fireflies to illuminate her lamps. She wore an apron. My mother, a homemaker and creative soul, read this story to me often–likely learning about this book from her Parents magazine subscription. Like much of the first children’s literature we remember, I suppose, the plot was straightforward and incongruous at once: a sudden invasion of red squirrels disturbs the domestic tranquility, running Miss Suzy out of her beloved home and eating her whole winter’s supply of nuts. Left alone and unhoused on a rainy night, Miss Suzy drops into the attic of an abandoned house and finds a fancy old doll house. She cleans its dust and cobwebs before falling asleep in a four-poster bed. And wouldn’t you know that she finds a box of toy soldiers and awakens them, inviting the merry band to move into her unaccustomedly large and luxurious new home–where she took care of them like a mother. One night she tells the tearful tale of her lost home, and the soldiers decide to repay her kindness by reclaiming her treetop abode from its usurpers. She restores its peaceful and orderly domesticity, falling asleep in her own bed from which she could see a million stars. I’m sure that in my childhood, I’d fall asleep not long after Miss Suzy did.

I don’t remember if I took this book with me when I moved away from home, or if I found it in my parents’ attic when I was clearing out their house years later. Either way, Mom would have saved it for me. When I first revisited this first book as an adult, I was taken aback by what seemed to be a clear endorsement of 1950s housewifery–and the belief that a woman’s proper place was in the home. Miss Suzy’s trajectory starts and ends with her love of tending house, so of course Parents magazine published this book and advertised it to young mothers in the early 1960s.

Recently, I retrieved the book from the neglected shelf corner again and turned its pages. In this second take I notice outlier elements that complicate my previous impression. Miss Suzy enjoys keeping this house of her own because she is its sole occupant. She mothers an alternative family of toy soldiers on a temporary basis, yet they are happy to march off on their own in the end–just as she delights in her own company. I now see Miss Suzy’s housework as a series creative acts as well as a domestic routine (those acorn cups!). That is surely why she sings. Miss Suzy seems to be caretaking herself as much tending to the house. How did she come to occupy the tip, tip, top of her oak tree? And why does this book preoccupy me now? Soon I’ll return my childhood book to its new abode, and I’m not sure when I’ll retrieve it again. But when I do I will turn the pages slowly. And I’ll remember. Good night, and sleep well. – MB

 

 

Tidying Up with Gertrude Stein

Tidiness is not a delicacy… Gertrude Stein, Tender Buttons

Gertrude Stein in ParisWhat serendipity teaching Tender Buttons again during a week I’m also watching the Netflix sensation Tidying Up with Marie Kondo. Doyennes of domesticity, Stein and Kondo make the home and its objects come alive in unexpected ways. Their revolutionary household manuals are 100 years apart. To tidy up our households, Kondo tells us, we must make a bigger mess of them. To establish her household, Stein counters the establishment. Both women disrupt standard thinking about housekeeping.

Animation

The house and all things within it come alive in Kondo’s and Marie KondoStein’s visions of domesticity. If you’ve seen Kondo’s show, you’ve seen her ritual of greeting the client’s home. When tidying clothes we must touch each item–and thank those we don’t keep. When tidying books, she instructs, we must tap each stack to wake them up. Kondo’s book insists that your possessions want to help you. Stein also has a singular way of perceiving clothes and accessories. ‘A Long Dress’ acquires the serene length that renders it an object of meditation. Animating ‘Colored Hats’ and transforming their textures, Stein writes: A large hat is tall and me and custard whole. The hat becomes her.

Repurposing

Thinking outside the box with boxes, Stein and Kondo repurpose these ordinary household objects into ordering strategies. Kondo uses small boxes as drawer dividers that suit tidied items such as neckties and socks. The boxes your iphones and MacBooks came in are perfect for storing writing tools, while shoeboxes have infinite uses. Did you know that the lid of a shoebox is shallow and can be used like a tray? Stein would agree that a box is never just a box: A custom which is necessary when a box is used and taken is that a large part of the time there are three which have different connections. Like Kondo’s drawer dividers, Stein uses boxes to partition a whole. Parts of Tender Buttons are divided into labeled text boxes, including ‘A Plate,’  ‘A Chair,’ ‘A Box’–tools for writing about the house.

Results

Tidying up yields domestic delights and new ways of living. In The Life-Changing Magic of Tidying Up, Kondo declares that a dramatic reorganization of the home causes correspondingly dramatic changes in lifestyle and perspective. That reanimating perspective starts with reenvisioning everyday objects and household relationships. Tender Buttons responded to Stein’s dramatic reorganization of her expatriate life in Paris. With her brother out of the apartment, Stein and her life partner Alice B. Toklas set up a household where Stein could pursue her experimental writing within a liberating domesticity.

Toward the end of her book, Stein writes: Tidiness is not a delicacy, it does not destroy the whole piece, certainly not it has been measured and nothing has been cut off and even if that has been lost there is a name, no name is signed and left over, not any space is fitted so that moving about is plentiful. Moving freely across normative syntax, Stein’s words reflect the transformative abundance of her home.  –MB

SOURCES
Gertrude Stein, Tender Buttons (1914)
Marie Kondo, The Life-Changing Magic of Tidying Up: The Japanese Art of Decluttering and Organizing (2014)
Stein photo: The New YorkerKondo photo: BestLife