The best books illustrating the contradictions between humanity and its often savage inhumanity

When I was a kid, I read a Life Magazine article about elephants. Specifically, it shared how the elephants tried to keep an old, beloved family member alive and mourned his passing. It touched my heart.

Set in French Equatorial Africa, The Roots of Heaven is about Morrel, who attempts to stop the extinction of elephants. It’s an uphill fight for Morrel and those few who work with him and is basically a metaphor for humanity’s struggle to survive.

I loved this book for a number of reasons, not the least of which was how hopeless Morrel’s task seems, and how he keeps fighting anyway. I feel hopeless and helpless much of the time as I watch humans kill not merely each other but the earth itself. The Roots of Heaven shows that light can still shine in the murk of destruction.

This is the story of Jack Crabbe. Jack was reared by both white and Cheyenne folks.

His story is a masterpiece and describes the destruction of Native Americans along with their way of life (including the bison they relied on). According to Jack, he even participated in the Battle of Little Big Horn and was the only white man who survived.

I recommend this book to anyone who is interested in American history and who wants to read about it in an entertaining way. There’s no way to disguise the hateful way European settlers wiped out native tribes and/or enslaved Natives and Blacks, but at least this is an engaging account thereof.

This book made me fall in love with the mystery genre.

It’s set on an unnamed Canadian island after WWII, and features two children, Barnaby and Christie, who at first hate each other, and then become pals and schemers in the murder of Barnaby’s uncle before the uncle can kill Barnaby in order to gain Barnaby’s inheritance.

Enhanced by wonderful characters, including an RCMP sergeant (the only survivor of all the islanders’ sons who fought in WWII and feels guilty about it), a one-eared cougar, a vicious bull, and a village idiot, I fell in love with everything about this book.

It was published in 1963, and still holds up today in all its eccentricity, wit, and a little (or a lot of) darkness.

Los Angeles’s Bunker Hill was once a beautiful residential area of Victorian homes of wealthy Angelenos.

In the early 1960s, most of the homes had fallen into disrepair and were being demolished (LA isn’t renowned for his love of history). Leo Politi, prolific artist and writer, documented the area in words and pictures so people could still see what it looked like.

I’m a native of the LA area (Pasadena, to be precise) and a historian at heart. I love this book and Leo Politi, whom I met several times when I worked in the Pasadena Public Library. The almost vertical funicular railroad, Angels Flight, connects Bunker Hill to downtown LA. It also features in some of my books.

The president of the Angels Flight Society said they relied heavily on Mr. Politi’s Bunker Hill when they were refurbishing the railroad. You can still ride on Angels Flight today! Pay your dollar and get into either Sinai or Olivet (the two cars) and zip from Olive to Hill Streets and back again.

This book taught me to love reading when I was in the third grade. Jane, Mark, Katharine, and Martha are suffering the summertime-boredom blues when they find a grimy old coin.

By accident they discover the coin is magic; however, it’s so old it only works part-way. The adventures they have while trying to figure out what’s going on are charming and hysterical. I always laugh when the cat tries to halfway express itself because the children forgot to double the wish they wished.

Anyone with a sense of humor, adventure, and who misses (or missed) the delights of childhood should read this book. It was published in the 1950s, is set in the 1920s, and is still in print! That’s the hallmark of an excellent book.