In Knots in My Yo-yo String, Jerry Spinelli answers a question that came from the lips of a child. “Do you think that being a kid helped you to become a writer?”
His answer is indirect. It winds and turns and spins through the threads of his life as a child. His memories flood back, naturally ignoring chronology. It is as though he has invited us, the readers, to journey with him as he seeks the answer. It begins without direction, just a sunny day in the life of a sixteen year old boy. Like the Ghost of Christmas past, he immediately whisks us back to his first memory of his first house where he stands in his yard. There he begins to weave together bits and pieces of pictures in his mind. Baseball with his father, the beginning of the love affair with sports that would give birth to much more. His move to the West End in the house on George Street. His life as a cowboy. Life on George street where his mother’s cake bowl went missing. Wishing to swap Spit for Spider. Stolen memories from a younger brother who had a habit of putting puppies in lunch pails. His reign as King. Then, the fall from the top. The death of a beloved pet. And the rush of words that ended the game, only to start a new one in the hand of young man holding a pen.
This is the story he tells. It is of moments. Of what he calls Knots in My Yo-yo String. Sometimes he tells the story as though he were still reliving those moments, as though we were right there with him. His habit of reliving moments as a child has developed into the gift of being able to pull us into words. Other times he gives himself distance as he looks back to reflect. For he begins to speak of things as though they were, rather than are. Perhaps he pushes us back to help us see that he is telling us of what he has learned. Of meaningless names we give to colors. Of the death that is sure to follow captivity. Of the strong but silent bond between brothers. His lessons learned are powerful messages for both children and adults. His autobiography dares to tackles some of life’s biggest knots: death, racism, war, and more. The very themes that older elementary-aged children must wrestle with today.
Much like this blog entry, he breaks the rules of conventional writing, but he brings glory to the author’s craft. His fragmented sentence structure, free use of punctuation, shifting verb tense and more give shape to the strong voice that calls out in this story. His well-chosen words create vivid images for us. Sometimes his story becomes more about other people than his own life. In these places, he dabbles with perspective which reminds both children and adults to consider life from multiple view points.
Most of all, he lets us watch the shaping of a writer as he realizes the power of words. He finds them in comics and on cereal boxes. In jokes that still make him laugh. In the sports section of a newspaper. In the words he never said, but wished he had. In love letters. In the passion of a high school football game. They begin to play over and over in his mind until he spits them out onto paper. Perhaps his nickname fits him well after all. Well done, Spit, because of you, many more children might also discover-
Words.