On retellings:
Listen, I said. None of this sounds like me. It doesn't exactly call out. How about getting me a job in the plot factory? I think I'd be good at that. What? he said. He sounded alarmed. I'd get the hang of it really fast, I said. I could make up some new plots, or give a twist or two to the old ones [...] What I was really thinking was, I'd be able to rope off a main character or two for myself. Fulfill my childhood dreams. Or I could do a whole plot with nothing in it but exotics. Exotics wall to wall. Then I'd be the main character for sure, no question.
This is a little book full of minuscule essays which are didactic, but avoid the lumbering predictability of most didactic work, since the point is right there right away instead of heaving earnestly into view.
The illustrations are little and angular too, with bird-beaked people very like some of the figures in The Space Child's Mother Goose.
Find in a Library: The Tent
So wrote clew in Fiction (21st c.).