It was instantly familiar. I felt a deep shock of recognition when I saw those silhouetted wolves and horses; those stunning washes of dream-like colour. I was transported directly back to my childhood, and some of my earliest memories.
Because I'd had another copy of this book back then; a childhood copy, long since lost. I'd spent hours and hours looking at those pictures as a child. They weren't the kind of pictures you usually found in children's books. They were genuinely magical – the kind of wild, unpredictable, dangerous magic I wanted, which was seldom allowed into children's books, where things were more often safe, comfortable, and just a little bit dull.
But these pictures suggested
that anything was possible; anything was allowed. They seemed to take me seriously as a reader,
as a viewer, and trusted that I could handle it. They made no concession to the fact that I
was a child. They just opened doors to infinity,
and invited me in.
Well, encountering this
book again at university, I remember thinking this was it: children's
literature was the kind of literature I wanted to make myself! Because this seemed to be a book beyond age,
or time, or any categories at all.
That, to my mind, is
one of the hallmarks of great children's literature. I believe children's books are really books
for an audience that includes children, but excludes no-one. They are books for everyone, and that is what
Jan has dedicated his life to making.
But it was startling
for me to realise that these images actually existed, out there in the world; that
somebody else had made them. Because looking
at them as an adult felt rather like re-living a fever dream I'd had as a
child. I had taken them inside me so
deeply, they'd become part of my inner life, helping to shape my imagination,
and the way I saw the world.
Again, I think that's
a mark of great children's literature. Because
it's children's books, more than any others, that make us who are; that shape
us, and stay with us forever. And Jan's books
have done that again and again and again.
It was astonishing to
think that the same person who made these pictures also made the pictures in
Meg And Mog, Haunted House, Robot, so many classics. I don't think I'd put that together, as a
child. But I do remember being
fascinated by his name.
As someone with an Arabic
name that's so difficult to pronounce if you don't speak Arabic, I've ended up
using initials, to make it easier - I felt something unusual, looking at that
name. I couldn't tell how to pronounce
it, or where this person might have come from, or even what gender they
were. Was it Jann? Yann? But I knew immediately
that they were different in some way; they were a little bit like me.
And as I looked at
that name again as an adult, trying to find my path in life, something lit up
in my mind. The idea that maybe you
could be different, you could have an unpronounceable name, but you could still
make books; books that might become part of people's lives. It was so empowering and inspiring for me to
think that someone who came from somewhere else could become an integral part
of British culture.
I think everyone
here today feels that way about Jan's work.
It really is a vital part of British childhood; it's impossible to
imagine it without him. He has shaped
our culture at the deepest levels. And
that ability to shape a whole culture, across multiple generations – that, I
think, is something that only the very greatest children's literature can do.
And as I personally
have spent most of the 30 years since I was given this book writing children's
books, reading them, talking about them – I would like to thank Jan on behalf
of all of us who love children's literature for his extraordinary lifetime of achievement,
and for his extraordinary example; for showing me that a migrant child could do
anything, and that a children's book could do anything, too – absolutely anything
at all.
Thank you very much, Jan.
Lucy Mangan, Diana Gerald, Smriti Prasadam-Halls, Jan Pieńkowski, SF Said, Nicolette Jones & Ed Vere
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