The Weight of Disappointment. Yeah, tell them the truth about life as soon as they learn to read. Don’t coddle the little bastards.
The Revenge of the Rabbits. They boil Glenn Close! Aaaaaaaaa
The Visit from Death. Sounds cheerful. Hmm, isn’t ‘la petite mort’ (the little death) the metaphor for orgasm? No wonder the French act so jaded about sex!
The Alphabet of Anger. We could’ve used this as children. When we ran out of stuff to read in our parents’ house we had to settle for the Old Testament. Have you read the OT? Tons of gory violence and sex. Totally changes your world-view at age 8 and, ironically, inoculates you against the religious hooey you’re taught in school.
The Day Father Killed His Aged Aunt. They’re going to read L’Etranger in a couple of years anyway, might as well get them started.
If we’d read these French children’s books when we were kids we might have become a cool existentialist type smoking three Gauloises in each hand, wearing Vionnets from thrift shops and overthrowing everything. Instead we watched old Woody Allen movies on TV and became a neurotic urban Jew who wants to kill people spouting their putrid opinions in movie queues. (We have confirmation from neurotic New York Jews.)