When Pengey Penguin’s mother does not return from Antarctica’s Weddell Sea, his starving father is forced to set out on his own quest for food, leaving the vulnerable hatchling behind. Shooed away from the Emperor colony, Pengey sets out in search of his father and soon finds himself at sea on a quickly shrinking ice floe. He battles an albatross, a leopard seal, and a storm, and is finally driven by hunger onto another icy surface where he meets Wendy, a filmmaker preparing to leave Antarctica. The two bond at first sight, largely because Pengey is an extraordinarily quick study when it comes to the language of humans. The rest of this animal fantasy details Pengey’s stowing away on the airplane that carries Wendy away from Antarctica, his separation from her at an airport in Brazil (in an incident which recalls Curious George’s early experiences with the man with the yellow hat), and his long journey to New York where Wendy lives and works. Along the way, Pengey meets friends—avian, reptile, and human—who help him battle the elements as well as outwit the mad scientist and circus master planning to cash in on his remarkable ability to talk.
While The Many Adventures of Pengey Penguin contains enough compelling action to justify its title, it takes more than an eventful plot to make a story about a little penguin fly. Unfortunately, poor writing keeps Pengey earthbound. Part of the problem seems to be that at least initially the author doesn’t seem to know what kind of story he wants to write. The first part of the book leads the reader to expect a semi-fictionalized narrative about a penguin's first days—in the manner of Brenda Guiberson’s The Emperor Lays an Egg. Early chapters are chock full of scientific facts presented in the occasionally clunky language of percentages, measurements, and (human) time. “A span of a mere seven seconds will freeze a baby penguin egg to death,” writes the author in one section. In another, Pengey’s father reflects that “daytime temperatures of forty degrees below zero” will “soon plummet to seventy or eighty below at night”. In a third, we’re told Pengey’s mother can “divert her blood flow away from her skin to make her completely immune to cold water” and “hold her breath when submerged for extremely long periods of time.” Within a few chapters, however, reader expectations are defied when fact-filled passages like those cited above give way to increasingly cutesy allusions to “tummies”, “yummy” food, and “bankeys” (blankets). Diction is not a strong point in this children’s novel; hackneyed expressions--such as “jump for joy”,” toasty warm”, and “fast as his little legs could carry him”--abound, and the words “extremely” and “very” are used to annoying excess. One of the biggest problems, however, is that the kindergarten-to-grade-three audience for whom the book seems to be intended is not trusted enough to make even simple inferences. The numerous unnecessary modifiers detailing characters’ tone of voice during dialogue, for example, should have been the first things on the editorial chopping block.
Additional problems with the book include inconsistencies of tense, voice, and point of view in particular. The young penguin’s story is initially told from a “limited third person” point of view, and the reader is accordingly shown Pengey’s struggles with naming the new things he sees outside the colony. However, the young penguin’s difficulty identifying objects is suddenly and inexplicably overcome as the author moves to presenting the story of “our hero” from the point of view of a benevolent, omniscient narrator. Now, without any tutoring, Pengey handily identifies cities, circuses, and all manner of novel objects and geographical features. One can only guess that detailing almost every new sight from a penguin chick’s point of view became too onerous for the author to sustain, but the sudden shift does not serve his narrative well.
In his prefatory note, the author communicates something of his love for his literary creation and the goal of his story. “Pengey,” he writes, “already likes you, and it’s his greatest wish that you’ll like him, all his friends, and his bedtime story, too.” Unfortunately love and great wishes alone are not enough to make this narrative work. It’s too bad, as careful prepublication revision--including some fairly radical excision of the many clichéd, sentimental, and wordy passages--might have afforded Pengey’s story a place in young readers’ hearts.
I thank NetGalley and the publishers for providing me with a copy of this book for reviewing purposes.