The Richness and Profundity Hidden in Simplicity and Ordinariness (Postscript to the Translation of Goffstein’s Works)

     
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Goff­stein1940–2017) is a pro­found­ly skilled yet qui­et­ly excep­tion­al Amer­i­can pic­ture book artist. She choos­es to employ a rad­i­cal­ly sim­ple approach to sto­ry­telling and illus­tra­tion, main­tain­ing her sig­na­ture style for over fifty years. While some read­ers strug­gle to grasp and embrace her work, many oth­ers deeply love it and return to it again and again. A New York Times book review­er once com­ment­ed, “It’s won­der­ful to have a Goff­stein! She dis­cov­ers the true mean­ing of sim­plic­i­ty.”
     
Writ­ten in Goff­stein30Among the many chil­dren’s books, most of which are pic­ture books, the one that received the high­est hon­or was “Fish for Din­ner”, which won1977The Calde­cott Medal in 2006. How­ev­er, even on the Amer­i­can read­ing web­sitegoodreads.comSome read­ers were extreme­ly con­fused by this, even giv­ing it only one star. Some read­ers thought that this sto­ry about an old lady going fish­ing every day seemed too sim­ple, and the text and pic­tures looked like they were cooked up by a child, with the pic­tures still look­ing like black and white stick fig­ures. How could such a work win the Calde­cott Medal?
     
Gofstein’s paint­ing style is indeed some­what “decep­tive”. She has a cer­tain ten­den­cy towards min­i­mal­ism, delib­er­ate­ly sim­pli­fy­ing things, remov­ing what she con­sid­ers to be unnec­es­sary details, and select­ing only the most nec­es­sary visu­al ele­ments for clear expres­sion, pre­sent­ing them in a rather child­ish, sim­ple and direct man­ner. Ini­tial­ly, she was more immersed in pure artis­tic cre­ation. In her twen­ties, she held solo exhi­bi­tions in her home­town (St. Paul, Min­neso­ta) and New York City. By chance, her exhib­it­ed works impressed a spe­cial vis­i­tor — Mau­rice Sendak! At that time, Sendak had already won the Calde­cott Gold Medal and was at the peak of his career in the Amer­i­can pic­ture book indus­try. Sendak urged Gof­stein to cre­ate a pic­ture book and intro­duced his edi­tor friend Michael Di Capua to work with her, which led to Gofstein’s debut work.
The Gats! At1966The col­lab­o­ra­tion between Capua and Goff­stein last­ed for more than fifty years.

     
With­out men­tion­ing how Goff­stein’s paint­ing style impressed Sendak, let’s look back at the unique sim­plic­i­ty of “Fish for Din­ner”. This sto­ry tells the com­plete life of this fish­ing grand­moth­er, from five o’clock in the morn­ing to five o’clock in the morn­ing of the next day. We can imag­ine that any­one can move freely.24While child­hood undoubt­ed­ly involved a wealth of details, and the pro­tag­o­nist, “Grand­ma,” undoubt­ed­ly had fam­i­ly, neigh­bors, and friends, Goff­stein’s sto­ry is com­plete­ly sim­pli­fied to just her: wake up, break­fast, clean up, go fish­ing, return home, cook fish for din­ner, clean up, go to bed… a rou­tine as sim­ple and con­cise as clock­work, repeat­ing itself over and over again. How­ev­er, she does­n’t com­plete­ly omit every detail; there are obvi­ous choic­es. For exam­ple, while fish­ing on the lake could have been briefly men­tioned, she instead describes the shim­mer­ing waters and Grand­ma gaz­ing out at her small boat dock, the win­dows of which resem­ble a pair of eyes, as if glar­ing back at her. We can under­stand this as a spe­cial feel­ing Grand­ma expe­ri­ences while fish­ing, as if she were inter­act­ing with her home on the lake, as if the lake itself were an exten­sion of her. The author’s selec­tion of this pas­sage, while still sim­ple, brings a unique inter­est, rem­i­nis­cent of Tao Yuan­ming’s poem, “Pick­ing chrysan­the­mums under the east­ern fence, leisure­ly gaz­ing at the south­ern moun­tains,” per­haps leav­ing the read­er fas­ci­nat­ed by the leisure­ly state of fish­ing.
     
The illus­tra­tions that com­ple­ment the sto­ry are also decep­tive­ly sim­ple. The kitchen depicts noth­ing more than a grand­moth­er’s open refrig­er­a­tor. Break­fast is depict­ed with a table and a few essen­tial items on the coun­ter­top. Clean­ing up after­ward reveals only a faucet and a sink near­by. It’s like a schemat­ic dia­gram, its sim­plic­i­ty tru­ly imag­i­na­tive, like some­thing a pri­ma­ry school stu­dent could have drawn. Per­haps the sim­plest is the afore­men­tioned boathouse, which appears to be star­ing at Grand­ma with “a pair of black eyes.” With­in the frame, a sin­gle line rep­re­sents the water, and in the cen­ter is the sil­hou­ette of a small house. Yet, sur­pris­ing­ly, such a sim­ple image can cre­ate a tru­ly mag­i­cal effect, so much so that the read­er might even feel as if the small house on the water is watch­ing them! How­ev­er, if we are will­ing to look back more care­ful­ly, we will find that the illus­tra­tor did not sim­ply keep it sim­ple for the sake of sim­plic­i­ty. The sto­ry clues in her paint­ings are still very com­plete: the sto­ry begins on the title page, and the pro­tag­o­nist grand­moth­er is ini­tial­ly wear­ing a night­gown and soft shoes; the small pic­ture on the copy­right page is a chair and glass­es, clothes and shoes placed there; on the ded­i­ca­tion page, the grand­moth­er puts on glass­es, changes into going-out shoes, and is putting on her coat (the coat is still on the chair); then on the first page of the text, the chair is emp­ty, the grand­moth­er puts on her coat, and pre­pares to go to break­fast — and these details in the paint­ings are not explained at all in the text!
     
Read­ers who have been fooled by Goff­stein’s sim­plic­i­ty might con­sid­er reread­ing it a few times; per­haps they’ll appre­ci­ate the author’s inge­nious choic­es. This work is indeed sur­pris­ing­ly sim­ple, yet like a sim­ple yet mag­i­cal song, it com­pels you to repeat it over and over again. It’s not that the author is inca­pable of cre­at­ing an effect of elab­o­rate detail; she sim­ply metic­u­lous­ly elim­i­nates what­ev­er she deems unnec­es­sary clut­ter, leav­ing only the words she tru­ly wants to con­vey. Because of this lack of clut­ter, even if you don’t under­stand it the first time, repeat­ed lis­ten­ing will nat­u­ral­ly bring under­stand­ing.
     
So, what exact­ly does Goff­stein want to say in the sto­ry “Fish for Din­ner”? I imag­ine that each read­er’s life expe­ri­ences and read­ing expe­ri­ence are dif­fer­ent, and what they hear will inevitably be dif­fer­ent. There is no stan­dard answer to under­stand­ing a work of art. For me, I might hear the fol­low­ing key­words: life, work, expe­ri­ence, enjoy­ment, dig­ni­ty, and the peace­ful days… How should I put it? This sto­ry cer­tain­ly tells the sto­ry of an elder­ly woman, but fish­ing for din­ner can also be seen as a form of “work”—she earns din­ner through labor. How­ev­er, this grand­moth­er’s “work” is actu­al­ly a fas­ci­nat­ing life expe­ri­ence. The process is not easy, but she enjoys it. Although get­ting up at 5 a.m. every day and the days seem rather monot­o­nous, she nev­er tires of it. Eat­ing her own fish for din­ner brings a sense of accom­plish­ment, and being able to sup­port her­self so hap­pi­ly is a sense of dig­ni­ty in itself. These days, repeat­ed over and over again, are peace­ful and beau­ti­ful!
     
Chil­dren who read this sto­ry do not nec­es­sar­i­ly have to hear these words. They may be able to read out some oth­er inter­est­ing things, but such a sto­ry is like­ly to make a strong impres­sion on them. As their life expe­ri­ence grows, they may devel­op many new insights of their own.
     
For Goff­stein, the inspi­ra­tion for this kind of sto­ry­telling like­ly stems from her child­hood and fam­i­ly con­nec­tions; the book is ded­i­cat­ed to the Goff­stein fam­i­ly. Born in St. Paul, Min­neso­ta, in the cen­tral Unit­ed States, into a Jew­ish fam­i­ly, her father a dili­gent elec­tri­cal engi­neer. She lat­er recalled that her par­ents’ exam­ple instilled in her the strong belief that “work is the only true dig­ni­ty, the only true hap­pi­ness. If peo­ple don’t ded­i­cate their lives to it, they are noth­ing.” Her cho­sen pro­fes­sion is art. The “work” Goff­stein refers to can be inter­pret­ed broad­ly, encom­pass­ing her grand­moth­er’s dai­ly fish­ing spree and her own fas­ci­na­tion with art.
     
Enjoy­ing one’s work is a lux­u­ry, yet for a true artist, it seems essen­tial. “Gordie the Doll­mak­er” cap­tures this state of mind, and per­haps, to a large extent, it reflects a state Goff­stein her­self often expe­ri­ences. This pic­ture book is one of her ear­ly works. While also illus­trat­ed in black and white, the images are rich­er in detail, the sto­ry more com­plex, and, in terms of length, resem­bles a short sto­ry. It reads like a Jew­ish folk tale, and upon care­ful reflec­tion, it is filled with wis­dom.
     
Got­ti inher­it­ed her par­ents’ crafts­man­ship as a wood­en doll­mak­er, a trade she relied on entire­ly after their death. She works dili­gent­ly and with ded­i­ca­tion, and her doll busi­ness is far more suc­cess­ful than her par­ents’. How­ev­er, she’s more con­cerned with mak­ing her dolls tru­ly come alive, com­plete with her sig­na­ture “friend­liest, sweet­est smile.” Per­haps Got­ti her­self does­n’t ful­ly real­ize that her intense sense of respon­si­bil­i­ty, ded­i­ca­tion, and obses­sion with her work have made her a true artist.
     
“Gordie the Doll­mak­er” vivid­ly and metic­u­lous­ly depicts the artist’s work, life, and rich spir­i­tu­al world. Gordie’s atti­tude toward her dolls bears a strik­ing resem­blance to Goff­stein’s approach to the text and images in her own work. Her agent and friend explained that she often worked through the night to per­fect a sin­gle detail. This state of immer­sion in cre­ative work is essen­tial and, in the eyes of oth­ers, high­ly envi­able. There­fore, any read­er who has ever attempt­ed this kind of cre­ative endeav­or will like­ly be deeply moved by this sto­ry. For exam­ple, while trans­lat­ing this book, I repeat­ed­ly paused to mar­vel at the painstak­ing process of refin­ing and relent­less­ly striv­ing for per­fec­tion, yet the ulti­mate reward often brings the great­est sat­is­fac­tion. While most read­ers and view­ers may ulti­mate­ly fail to appre­ci­ate the sub­tle nuances of this pol­ish, the deep joy and peace that the cre­ator expe­ri­ences from know­ing they’ve “got it right” is per­haps the most valu­able reward.
     
“Gordie the Doll­mak­er” also del­i­cate­ly depicts anoth­er side of the artist’s spir­i­tu­al world: lone­li­ness, which can some­times man­i­fest as bound­less soli­tude. While Got­die finds joy and con­tent­ment in her cre­ative process, she nonethe­less nav­i­gates the world of dai­ly life, shop­ping for gro­ceries and gath­er­ing mate­ri­als for her dolls. Of course, she also longs for inter­ac­tion, such as with Ohms, the car­pen­ter who crafts the crates for her dolls. As a fel­low crafts­man, Got­die hoped the hand­some and enthu­si­as­tic Ohms would become a kin­dred spir­it, but he failed to under­stand art and its val­ue. Upon see­ing Got­die spend a for­tune on a beau­ti­ful but imprac­ti­cal Chi­nese lamp, Ohms could­n’t help but tease her, call­ing her a “real artist” who was sim­ply insane!
     
When bound­less lone­li­ness near­ly over­whelmed Got­ti, the Chi­nese lantern proved miraculous—in a dream, she encoun­tered the lam­p’s mak­er, a dis­tant artist she had nev­er met. No longer feel­ing lone­ly, Got­ti grasped the true mean­ing of artis­tic cre­ation: cre­ation is indeed for com­mu­ni­ca­tion, but it’s not for just any­one; it’s for friends. These friends can be those close by, those far away and unknown, or even friends who tran­scend time and space, for the future. Such friends are what we often call “soul­mates.” Art exists for soul­mates.
     
“Gordie the Doll­mak­er” is such a heart­warm­ing, intel­li­gent, and engag­ing sto­ry. Goff­stein tells his own expe­ri­ence and under­stand­ing of art through the sto­ry of the doll artist Got­ti, which is par­tic­u­lar­ly intrigu­ing to read.
     
In fact, the 1960s and 1970s, when Goff­stein began cre­at­ing pic­ture books, were a very bustling era in the Unit­ed States. In such times, works that seemed loud and eas­i­ly con­sumed would have a bet­ter chance of gain­ing a foothold in the mar­ket. How­ev­er, Goff­stein chose a very min­i­mal­ist approach, telling sto­ries so qui­et­ly that read­ers could eas­i­ly miss her books. How­ev­er, as a review­er in Kirkus Reviews not­ed, “The more you get to know Goff­stein, the more you appre­ci­ate her.” The more you get to know Goff­stein, the more you appre­ci­ate her.
     
The lit­tle pieces of wood that Got­ti painstak­ing­ly carved were more than just dolls. The pic­ture books that Goff­stein painstak­ing­ly pol­ished are also more than sim­ple gad­gets. Their rich­ness lies in their sim­plic­i­ty, their depth in their ordi­nar­i­ness. Of course, they also look for­ward to read­ers who can be called “soul­mates.”
 

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