Feedback on my book GOODBYE, PENGUINS
Dear Mr. Stones,
Let me just say: I don’t know you, you don’t know me. I don’t even know if you’re going to read this e-mail. But you seem like a cool guy, and I think you’d like to hear this interesting story regarding your book, Goodbye Penguins:
You see, my little sister has loved penguins for as long as I can remember. She owns about fifty stuffed penguins and she can name all eighteen kinds of penguin and she’s pretty much an honorary penguintologist. When my sister dies and if she was good in life, she’ll be reincarnated as a penguin.
You see, everyone in my family is aware of this so when my grandma goes shopping for my sister’s birthday present, she always picks out something, anything, which has to do with penguins. So just imagine yourself in my grandma’s shoes. She’s browsing through this quaint bookstore, perusing the shelves for a penguin-related item to send to her beloved granddaughter for her rapidly approaching birthday, and, by Jove, she spots this darling picture book with watercolor penguins marching across the rural, bucolic plains of Antarctica. Perfect, she’ll love it. It’s definitely a cute kid’s book with no black humor or satire whatsoever. Right? The penguins will like happily forever on an ice patty and find a cure for global warming and everything.
Art is supposed to be provocative; to stun the viewer into thought and newfound emotion. And in that sense, you, Mr. Stones, are a true artist. I can only imagine your own reaction if you observed my sister reading her birthday present! And if you could only have seen her face. I wish you could have seen her expression morph from innocent kindliness to confused skepticism to utmost horror as the conclusion of your story unfurled. ..
All sarcasm aside, my sister cried a lot. I just thought you, of all people, could appreciate the unfortunate furling of events that led up to it all. Even penguins, the most beautiful and innocent animals in the kingdom, don’t get happy endings.
Now I didn’t write this to be condescending at all, or to ridicule your artwork. Like I said earlier, you just seem like a cool guy who’d like to hear a cool story regarding your satirific picture book, Goodbye Penguins.
PS- Don’t worry about my sister. She’ll get over it.