Great book for kids . . . a fun biography of Jeff Kinney, the young genius behind the best-selling WIMPY KID series.
How did it happen? How did easy-going computer geek Kinney create a new Charlie Brown for our modern age? Few men could be more different from "Peanuts" creator Charles M. "Sparky" Schulz. Schulz grew up in Depression era Minnesota, walking to school in minus thirty degree weather. Foraging for pencils and ink in the town dump. Dancing for pennies outside his father's barber shop. Setting his mangy junkyard dog on the kids who tormented him throughout his early years.
While Schulz' early life was like the Charles Bronson movie HARD TIMES, Jeff Kinney's was laid back and almost aristocratic. Schulz had to count every penny that came from the family barber shop, and never did get beyond a high school education. Jeff Kinney played with computers as a child and easily got a scholarship to a fancy college. Schulz was drafted into the U.S. Army in World War II, and as a German-American wrestled with bitter, complex issues of loyalty. (Snoopy tries over and over to shoot down the Red Baron, but never quite succeeds.) Jeff Kinney eased his way into greatness while keeping a prosperous day job as a computer programmer.
Schulz created a gang of kids endlessly thirsty for knowledge, and capable of enormous introspection. Where Linus and Charlie Brown might typically debate the meaning of life or the finer points of St. Paul's epistles, Greg Heffley and his pal Rowley never go much beyond how to avoid wedgies in gym class. The humor is loose, and easy, but it never goes too far beyond slapstick. Greg is a born shirker and delights in goofing off. Charlie Brown is a born worrier and carries the weight of the world on his shoulders. Greg is shockingly incurious for a child, while Charlie Brown and the Peanuts gang are fascinated by everything from the life of Beethoven to the First World War. It's amazing how Kinney has managed to challenge the old masters with his loose, easy, wet noodle hero, who comes across more as a torpid garter snake than a tragic hero.
The Wimpy Kid books are great fun, but comparing them to Peanuts is like comparing Neil Simon to William Shakespeare, or Laurence Welk to Duke Ellington. And isn't it strange how the cover illustration on this little biography makes Kinney look almost . . . Satanic?