Lego books make me sleepy
July 26, 2016
And following on the heels of my Joe Hacker post (“The Hacking,” July 30th), regarding less-than-compelling writing that fails to “sell” its product, could someone let the writers of Lego books know that there are almost no moms and dads who read books with their kids who would willingly steer their off-spring towards theirs, because they are so unbearably dull for grownups to read. Kill me now. Kill me with a tiny Lego Chewbacca crossbow.
Seriously. Please try a little harder, please, please!
Don’t get me wrong. I am a fan of Lego, because my son loves Legos. He builds with them all the time. His hands fly when he is deep in a Lego build moment, and afterwards he sometimes has a kind of satisfied peaceful smile that I only know from my own moments of creative trance. It’s a magical thing.
So I speak from a place of respect. It’s a shame that the Lego company has this disconnect from story, from quality, when it comes to their books. And those Lego TV shows. Where’s Chewie? Give me the crossbow, I’ll do it myself.
And yet the Lego movie was a blast. Clearly there is someone with an inkling of sense advising the Lego company about things outside the realm of bricks and miniature weapons. Think what they could do with the world-wide Lego following if they found just one good story-writer. Maybe David Benioff (check out City of Thieves, one of my favorite books ever, but not for kids), or the guys who made the Nickelodeon TV show and associated kids’ books Avatar the Last Airbender. Not that those guys need work.
Not since the Thomas the Train toddler books invoked a near-fatal case of ennui (picture Neville, from Edward Gorey’s Gashly-Crumb Tinies alphabet poster, poor Neville!) have I felt so down on a line of kids books. Not asking for Seuss, here, not asking for Harry Potter.