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Written By: E.L. Konigsburg
Narrated By: Jill Clayburgh
Duration: 3 hours 30 minutes
Summary:
2017 marks the fiftieth anniversary of the beloved classic From the Mixed-up files of Mrs. Basil E. Frankweiler.
When suburban Claudia Kincaid decides to run away, she knows she doesn't just want to run from somewhere she wants to run to somewhere--to a place that is comfortable, beautiful, and preferably elegant. She chooses the Metropolitan Museum of Art in New York City. Knowing that her younger brother, Jamie, has money and thus can help her with the serious cash flow problem she invites him along.
Once settled into the museum, Claudia and Jamie, find themselves caught up in the mystery of an angel statue that the museum purchased at an auction for a bargain price of $250. The statue is possibly an early work of the Renaissance master Michelangelo, and therefore worth millions. Is it? Or isn't it? Claudia is determined to find out. This quest leads Claudia to Mrs. Basil E. Frankweiler, the remarkable old woman who sold the statue and to some equally remarkable discoveries about herself.
Genres: When suburban Claudia Kincaid decides to run away, she knows she doesn't just want to run from somewhere she wants to run to somewhere--to a place that is comfortable, beautiful, and preferably elegant. She chooses the Metropolitan Museum of Art in New York City. Knowing that her younger brother, Jamie, has money and thus can help her with the serious cash flow problem she invites him along.
Once settled into the museum, Claudia and Jamie, find themselves caught up in the mystery of an angel statue that the museum purchased at an auction for a bargain price of $250. The statue is possibly an early work of the Renaissance master Michelangelo, and therefore worth millions. Is it? Or isn't it? Claudia is determined to find out. This quest leads Claudia to Mrs. Basil E. Frankweiler, the remarkable old woman who sold the statue and to some equally remarkable discoveries about herself.
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The first paragraph of E. L. Konigsburg’s 1967 book “From the Mixed-UpFiles of Mrs. Basil E. Frankweiler,” about two young runaways who becomeentangled in an art-historical mystery, is a masterpiece of graceful,efficient exposition:
Claudia knew that she could never pull off the old-fashioned kind ofrunning away. That is, running away in the heat of anger with aknapsack on her back. She didn’t like discomfort; even picnics wereuntidy and inconvenient: all those insects and the sun melting theicing on the cupcakes. Therefore, she decided that her leaving homewould not be just running from somewhere but would be running tosomewhere. To a large place, a comfortable place, an indoor place, andpreferably a beautiful place. And that’s why she decided upon theMetropolitan Museum of Art in New York City.
After just six sentences, the reader knows Claudia intimately, and isready to go to the Met.
On Saturday, that’s where I went. The Met was offering two dedicatedtours in honor of Konigsburg’s beloved book, which turns fifty thisyear. The hour-long trek, advertised for kids aged seven to eleven, wasfree with museum admission and first come, first served. (There werealso “Mixed-Up Files”-themed cookies at the café in the American Wing,and a selfie station for recreating the book cover, which Claudia, nodoubt, would have regarded as gauche.) Around 1:30 P.M., having obtainedclearance to attend the second tour as an unaccompanied adult, I walkedup the museum steps, wading through strollers and selfie sticks. In the“Mixed-Up Files,” Claudia and her brother Jamie—chosen as her travellingcompanion because of the twenty-four-dollar fortune he’s amassed bycheating at cards—take a train from Connecticut to Grand CentralTerminal and walk all the way uptown. As they approach the perpetualhubbub outside the museum, Jamie becomes convinced of the wisdom ofClaudia’s plan. “I think you’re brilliant, Claude. New York is a greatplace to hide out. No one notices no one,” he says. (Despite thecompliment, his sister corrects his grammar immediately; both Claudia’spedantry and her pathological independence insured that the young mewould deeply identify with her.)
Claudia and Jamie spend a week hiding in the Met, scattering theirpossessions among various urns and sarcophagi, crouching on top oftoilets when the guards patrol at night. Their caper can’t be perfectlyretraced anymore: the chapel where they say a desultory prayer wasclosed, in 2001, and the ornate canopy bed that Claudia slept in has beendismantled, to many a visitor’schagrin. OnSaturday, our tour guide distributed a handout comparing the museum’sfloor plan in the nineteen-sixties, which appears across two pages inKonigsburg’s book, to the expanded floor plan today. Undeterred, wewalked through the Greek and Roman galleries and sat down in front ofthe ancient sarcophagus in which Claudia hides her violin case.
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We were sitting, the guide explained, in a hall that was, whenKonigsburg wrote her book, a restaurant, with tables surrounding a largecentral pool. Inside the pool was a bronze sculpture of whimsicaldancing figures—the “Fountain of the Muses,” which was sculpted by CarlMilles and now resides outdoors, in South Carolina. In the “Mixed-UpFiles,” Claudia and Jamie take baths in the pool one night. Our guideread from the scene, in which Claudia and Jamie climb “under the velvetrope that meant that the restaurant was closed to the public. Of coursethey were not the public.” It’s a delightful scene, combining thepleasures of being naked in public, of unexpectedly profiting—as Claudiascrubs herself down with the powdered soap she’s been hoarding from thepublic restroom, Jamie discovers the trove of wishing coins on the floorof the pool—and, above all, of getting away with something, whichremains the underlying thrill of the book.
Elaine Lobl Konigsburg was an unpublished stay-at-home mother of threewhen she started working on the “Mixed-Up Files.” (She would eventuallywrite twenty-one books and win two Newbery Medals, for the “Mixed-UpFiles” and for the brilliant “The View from Saturday,” published in1996.) Back then, on Saturdays, she would take the train down from PortChester for art lessons and drop her kids off at the Met. She’d meetthem at the museum afterward. One day, as they were walking through agallery of French furniture, she saw, behind a velvet rope, a singlepiece of popcorn on a blue silk chair. When Konigsburg died, in 2013,the Metropolitan Museum of Art hosted a private event in herremembrance, and her son Paul recalled his mother wondering aloud aboutthat piece of popcorn. The moment was “burned into shrapnelmemory”for her, he said, and it provided the kernel, so to speak, of the wholebook.
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There were other real-life inspirations for the “Mixed-Up Files.” Thebook features a small angel statue, possibly sculpted by Michelangelo,that attracts huge lines of museumgoers each day. Konigsburg took herinspiration for the crowds from the 1963 visit of the “Mona Lisa” to themuseum, which drew a million people in three and a half weeks, and herinspiration for the object from an article she’d read in the Times about a statue that the museum had acquired at auction, for two hundredand twenty-five dollars, from the estate of a woman named Mrs. A.Hamilton Rice. In the book, Claudia and Jamie become amateur arthistorians, investigating the provenance of this piece; Claudia, inparticular, becomes obsessed with the statue. (In real life, curatorseventually concluded that the sculptor wasn’t Michelangelo; Konigsburggives her characters a happier ending.) On Saturday, our tour guide satthe kids down in front of a Michelangelo statue of Cupid and asked ifthere were any ten-year-olds in the crowd. Hands shot up.Eleven-year-olds? There were a few. “Well, Michelangelo was justfifteen when he sculpted this statue,” she said. The kids lookeduniversally dismayed.
On the train home, I reread the thirty-fifth-anniversary edition of the“Mixed-Up Files,” which I had picked up at the museum gift shop. It waseven better than I remembered. It’s very sophisticated, with the deepstory unfolding subtly under the narrative surface. In a short,mysterious prologue, Konigsburg’s wry narrator announces herself as Mrs.Basil E. Frankweiler, and then drops clues about the story inparenthetical asides, addressed to her lawyer, which begin on the thirdpage: “(Since you always drive to the city, Saxonberg, you probablydon’t know the cost of train fare. I’ll tell you. . . .)” In one ofthese asides, she suddenly tightens the loop for the reader—“(And that,Saxonberg, is how I enter the story. Claudia and Jamie Kincaid came tosee me about Angel.)”
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The Q train kept stopping. I was struck by how tenderly Konigsburg wroteClaudia and Jamie—readers will remember the pleasure and financialanxiety of each meal they take at the Automat—and by the humor she foundin their voices. Claudia’s main reason for running away is, vaguely,“injustice,” and when the narration shifts to Jamie’s perspectiveKonigsburg uses “sculpture” as a verb. But there is no sentimentality inthe book. The kids aren’t homesick for their parents, they don’tromanticize the museum, and there’s not a hint of moral instructionthroughout the whole thing. They do have their adventures: at one point,they rent a post-office box and send the Met an anonymous letter, whichthey type on a display Olivetti that’s sitting out on Fifth Avenue; theyeven get a reply. But, as Mrs. Basil E. Frankweiler tells Claudia, thereal adventure is coming home with a secret. “Secrets are the kind ofadventure she needs,” Frankweiler says. It’s an adult conclusion,complicated and true.
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I got off the train and kept reading as I walked, the way I used to whenI was a kid. I banged into a bus stop on Myrtle Avenue and flinched whentree leaves brushed my cheek. Somehow, I reached the last page just as Igot to my stoop. Museum guards had discovered a violin case and atrumpet case and sent these odd objects to lost-and-found. “They arestill there,” Konigsburg writes. “Full of gray-washed underwear and acheap transistor radio. No one has claimed them yet.”