I’ve read several different children’s mystery series, from Encyclopedia
Brown to the Boxcar Children. But I’d only ever heard of Nate the Great
until I read Nate the Great and the Crunchy Christmas, which
appears to have been the 18th book in the series, which is designed for
children who are advanced enough to read independently but aren’t quite
ready for chapter books. Written by Marjorie Weinman Sharmat and Craig
Sharmat and illustrated by Marc Simont, the approximately 40-page-long
book finds young detective Nate distracted from the job of shoveling his
driveway by the arrival of a friend in need.
That pal is
Annie, the owner of Fang, a large, tough-looking pooch who intimidates
Nate. Fang is out of sorts, which Annie insists is because he has not
yet received a Christmas card from his mother. Don’t ask how, in a world
where canines aren’t even capable of speaking, a dog can send Christmas
cards; that is one particular mystery on which Nate can shed no light.
But he is determined to figure out what exactly happened to the letter
that Annie insists must have arrived.
With 40 pages to fill,
Nate has time to try out every trick in the trade, but the ultimate
solution is quite simple, reminding me of the book The Berenstain Bears and the Missing Dinosaur Bone.
In both cases, the detectives’ four-legged sidekicks prove to be
essential in finally cracking the case. Hence, this book is as much for
dog lovers as mystery fans, with plenty of commentary on dog behavior,
whether it’s the tendency to bark at the mailman or an uncatlike
willingness to wear silly costumes.
Most of the sentences in
the book are fairly short, often taking up just one line, and repetition
is frequently used for emphasis and humor. For instance, when he
investigates Annie‘s catalog collection, Nate notes, “Some of the
catalogs were for dogs. Christmas food for dogs. Christmas toys for
dogs. Christmas clothes for dogs. Fang must be on a mailing list.”
Fang is the most amusing character in the cartoonish illustrations,
always a cross between foreboding and cuddly. He looks like a German
shepherd without any color variation in his fur, and he’s charmingly
complacent as he sits outside in the snow in a tiny hat and jingle bell
collar. Also worth a laugh is Rosamond, an eccentric friend of Annie’s
whose Christmas tree is decorated with several live cats.
While Rosamond and Annie are preparing for Christmas, Nate celebrates
Chanukah. This doesn’t come into the story much, but it’s an interesting
element, particularly when he mentions eating potato pancakes. The
lights in his window at the end of the book are also a subtle nod. For a
more overt examination of friendship across faiths during the holidays,
I recommend Patricia Polacco’s The Trees of the Dancing Goats, but if you like a little mystery with your “merry” and some canine with your “Christmas,” check out Nate the Great and the Crunchy Christmas.
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