“Point State Park and many of the principal buildings in downtown, Pittsburgh. Dwarfed in the shadows of the trees, on the right, is the historically famous Block House; all that remains of the original Fort Pitt.”
E. L. Konigsburg may be the only author whose entire oeuvre is known to me. That’s evidence enough for why I’ve been sad today, but I have a particular fondness for this book, which is strange and wonderful and near-universal in its appeal, if you can get paste the shitty illustrations.
Sure, From The Mixed-Up Files may be the more popular choice, having won the Newberry Jennifer was nominated for, for having been filmed twice, the hipster-cred generated by its indirect reference in The Royal Tennenbaums (and again, thematically, in Moonrise Kingdom), but whereas Files gathers dramatic tension through an increasingly complex mystery with a painfully slow reveal, the conflict in Jennifer is one based on the limits of friendship in the face of slippery ethics—
When is it worth it to lose your only friend?
Actually, I wouldn’t mind if Wes Anderson made this into a movie.
She says that if she knew then what she knows now, she “probably should have started a fake charity.” How about starting a real charity? Something small but meaningful, like donating food to your local women’s shelter?