The Books


by John Burningham

One Potato Review

Play that funky balalaika! This mouse stows away with some gypsies, studies his craft, then many wild nights later is summoned to his mother’s sickbed, where a savage eviction is also in the works. This story is visually darker than any of Burningham’s others, discovering its consolations in the bars that dot these wintry plains. Nobody does sunsets like this artist, and the scenes of these very small musicians traveling across these very wide horizons make all of their rambling seem finally worthwhile.