I read The Indian in the Cupboard when I was ten or so, and while I was charmed by the idea of bringing tiny figures of people (and better yet, animals) to life, even then I thought the portrayal of the Indian seemed vaguely racist. Since I did not have a strong racism-o-meter at that age, I can only imagine what I’d think now and will not be re-reading that one.

I was not aware that there was more than one sequel, and was tipped off that there are in fact five of increasing levels of batshit, and that # 4 largely concerns Omri’s ancestor’s hatred of plastic. So I had to read it to see if it was as bonkers as it sounded. It was even more bonkers!

I had not read the intervening book 3, but it was helpfully recapped in this one. Apparently Omri and his friend Patrick travel to the time of the Indian Little Bear, where he is full-sized and they are tiny, only there is a tornado in his time and when they return they bring it with them and it destroys “half of England” (this is not at all apparent in book 4) and also Omri’s house. Before that Omri’s house is invaded by skinheads who are fought off by a miniature soldier.

In this book, Omri’s family conveniently inherits a house and moves into it literally without ever visiting it first. When they arrive, they are shocked to discover that the antique thatched roof has to be replaced at staggering expense. (Much is made of the expense early on but this is never mentioned again and has no consequences.)

In a bafflingly irrelevant subplot, his cat escapes on the first day, Omri spends tons of time searching for her, then totally forgets about her for the middle stretch of the book, then finds her and also her surprise kittens in the loft, then his friend Patrick falls out of the loft and breaks his leg. None of this has anything to do with anything else in the book.

When their new home is getting re-thatched, Omri discovers the hidden journal of his great-great aunt Jessica (the family relationships are SO COMPLICATED I had to check them all on Wikipedia; I couldn’t follow them at all in the book) which was continued by his great-uncle Frederick. Much of the book consists of this journal.

Everything else is both spoilery and absolutely batshit. Also incredibly melodramatic. And kind of inappropriate for its intended age group. I have to say, you probably don’t want to miss this.

Jessica was the family black sheep, a music-hall singer and unwed mother with second sight who tells fortunes with molten lead. She is obsessed with a pair of aquamarine earrings owned by her sister, to whom she’s forced to give her daughter or possibly niece Lottie. I think the father of her daughter or niece was her sister’s husband? Maybe? I got completely lost in a web of family relationships.

She broods about stealing the earrings for two years, creates an elaborate plot that involves making a magic lead key for the jewelry box, then finally does steal them. But to her horror, her daughter/niece is accused of stealing them and runs madly into traffic! Her father pursues her and is run over! HER SIN CAUSED HER BABY-DADDY’S DEATH!!!

Meanwhile, her nephew or possibly her son Frederick has a thriving lead soldier business. But then people begin making plastic figurines! He develops an obsessive hatred of plastic which consumes his entire life. Concerned, Jessica suggests that he make a cupboard and imagine himself locking his hatred of plastic in it. He does so, and is rid of the life-controlling obsession, though he still hates plastic.

Because he also has second sight, when he locks his hatred of plastic in the cupboard, it makes the cupboard into a magical object which transforms plastic figurines into real tiny people and animals snatched from past time periods.

…no, I don’t see how this follows either. Moving right along!

Omri learns that Jessica brought some plastic figures to life and left a legacy to Tom, one of the men who thatched her roof. Omri visits him, and learns that Jessica sent most of the figures back to their original times before she died, but one, Jenny, was a Victorian maid whose life was so wretched that she stayed in this one as a teeny person.

Jenny the teeny maid lived with Tom for thirty years as essentially his wife. Only in her time, she was comatose for 30 years in a mental hospital (in Victorian times? How did they keep her alive?) until they cruelly murdered her by ceasing to care for her. She died in her time and reverted to plastic in his. Tom made a teeny coffin for the teeny plastic figurine that was all that was left of his wife and buried her with a teeny headstone and I can’t believe I’m typing this.

Tom falls off the roof and is fatally injured. (Second unrelated fall from a height in the book.) There’s an uncomfortably graphic scene (I mean, considering this is a kids’ book) where Omri’s with him while he’s dying. Tom reveals that before Jenny (teeny wife) died/became plastic, she found a plastic figurine which she sensed could be used to call Jessica (great-great aunt) back to the present after her death in the past.

Omri finds Jessica’s figurines and brings them back to life. One is dead, but the rest want to go back to their lives in the past. Only one is a thief whom, Omri realizes, stole his grandmother’s jewelry which meant she had to scrub steps as an old lady and his mom grew up poverty-stricken. Also the jewelry was in the case that contained the magic key to the cupboard (the same key Jessica used to steal the earrings). Omri sends them all back, telling the thief to return the jewelry case. Only then Omri realizes that this is changing the past and freaks out that maybe now he won’t be born (except he already sent back the thief and he still exists???)

AND THEN! Omri, while searching for the earrings of doom because he thinks his mom would like them (!) instead finds the figurine that summons Jessica. He and Patrick (currently visiting) put it in the cupboard and bring her to life. She’s in the prime of life, pre-earring theft. He considers warning her not to steal the earrings but decides not to in case it changes the timeline. She sings a music hall song, and then they send her back to her own time.

They attend Tom’s funeral, where Omri muses He hoped that Tom had believed in [a hereafter], one where time and size didn’t matter, and people who had loved each other would come together.

This is a very moving sentiment. I would be moved, except that the phrase and size left me snickering.

Especially since once of you once commented about a Piers Anthony story about a man and his teeny wife where they have sex by her hugging his dick

At the funeral, Omri sees Tom’s daughter wearing the earrings of doom and realizes that Jessica must have given them to him and he gave him to her, and so Omri cannot give them to his mom. But it’s okay, once he sees them he realizes that they aren’t his mom’s style anyway.

Omri’s mom reveals that while her mom’s jewelry had been stolen, the case itself had been returned. (Presumably either by the thief or by the woman figurine who was in his same time.) So Omri didn’t change the past after all.

AND THEN! Omri’s father finds the cupboard and accidentally brings Little Bear, his family, and Boone the cowboy back to life. Now Dad knows all!

The end. Or rather, to be continued!



Truly, a book worthy of the author of Harry the Poisonous Centipede Goes to the Seaside.

I will read and review the fifth and final book if enough of you promise in comments that you will give me some sort of reward, like write me a fic or draw me a sketch or review a book yourself or mail me a plastic figurine or make a donation to a good cause.

The Mystery of the Cupboard

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From: [personal profile] oracne


All righty then! Move along, nothing to see here....
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From: [personal profile] frith_in_thorns


The cupboard also turned magical because when Frederick did the imagining plastics into the cupboard and slammed it shut and locked it, he locked it with the key Jessica had forged to steal the earrings -- except she had made it out of her fortune-telling lead, which was why it then contributed to the magic effect.

(I read all these books when I was about 12, and have never re-read them, but I remember lots of the plot points extremely vividly. Also I grew up in thatched-roof-shire so while THANK GOD we didn't have one ourselves, I very much understood and sympathised with the tribulations thereof.)

I actually picked up the first one in a library the other week and found a forenote by the author in which she confessed she hadn't thought about race and her portrayal much while writing the first one but had had lots of feedback from readers which she had listened to and the later ones were written after actual research, first-hand visiting the people she had been writing about, and sensitivity readers. Better late than never??
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From: [personal profile] sovay


a forenote by the author in which she confessed she hadn't thought about race and her portrayal much while writing the first one but had had lots of feedback from readers which she had listened to and the later ones were written after actual research, first-hand visiting the people she had been writing about, and sensitivity readers.

I am glad to know that, having gotten a worse-than-expected case of the yikes from re-reading the first one a few years ago.
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Because he also has second sight, when he locks his hatred of plastic in the cupboard, it makes the cupboard into a magical object which transforms plastic figurines into real tiny people and animals snatched from past time periods.

Thanks, I love it.

I very vaguely remember reading The Indian in the Cupboard as a child but it didn't make a huge impression and I never bothered to seek out any sequels, and therefore missed out on this rich vein of convolution.

I will be happy to send you mail and/or donate some money to a good cause as a reward for reading Book 5.
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From: [personal profile] maplemood


I absolutely loved the first book when I was a kid--but yeah, my racism-o-meter was not the most developed at that point and I'd be... interested to go back and re-read. I do remember at least skimming this one, too, but all that's really stuck in my head was it being weird and hard to follow--and the bit about people being comatose in their own time when they travel through the cupboard, which didn't strike me as dark at the time but sure does now. And I definitely didn't remember the all-consuming hatred of plastic.
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From: [personal profile] recessional


I owned all of these books and read them until they fell apart and internally played out ELABORATE fic verses and have never touched them as an adult because I KNOW the portrayal of FN that were actually unusually sensitive for the time will be appalling now.
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From: [personal profile] sovay


Tom made a teeny coffin for the teeny plastic figurine that was all that was left of his wife and buried her with a teeny headstone and I can’t believe I’m typing this.

[personal profile] skygiants totally didn't mention this part.
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From: [personal profile] skygiants


I did remember a tragic and awkward romance between a tiny and a full-sized person! I DID NOT REMEMBER THE TEENY HEADSTONE AND COFFIN.

(I also did not remember until reading this review that Jessica manages to find her own plastic figurine in case someone wants to bring her to life one day but I do remember her general personality vibe and thus I can say, with confidence: classic Jessica.)
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From: [personal profile] conuly


I must have read this, as I remember the thatched roof clearly, but... nothing else. Literally nothing else.

Also, the UK has 30 to 50 tornadoes every single year.
Edited Date: 2019-07-18 06:08 pm (UTC)

From: [personal profile] karalee


I remember this book from when I was a preteen! I do not remember it being this batshit! My memories were ONLY of the lead fortunetelling (which I think I found creepy) and the earrings (which I thought were pretty). Thanks for the recap, it brought back some fun recollections of reading this during summer vacation.
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From: [personal profile] cloudsinvenice


I vaguely remember these! I read three or four of them when I was about ten. But yeah, I've always assumed they'd be horribly racist...
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From: [personal profile] starlady


Holy crap. I know I read at least the first two books, but I don't think I got this far. Wowza.
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From: [personal profile] cyphomandra


Wow. That is, um, a lot of plot (and doom!). I read the first two of these as a kid and liked them, but don’t think I’ll be going back anytime soon.

Have you read Penelope Farmer’s A Castle of Bone, also featuring a creepy transforming cupboard?
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From: [personal profile] thistleingrey


I remember that Piers Anthony story, though someone else probably mentioned it. My high school's library had a copy of the anthology. whee.
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From: [personal profile] landofnowhere


Wow. I remember reading the series up to this point when I was a kid, but had forgotten almost everything about it.
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From: [personal profile] minoanmiss


I'll send you homemade candy!

Although I was going to do that anyway.
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From: [personal profile] pauraque


"He develops an obsessive hatred of plastic which consumes his entire life."

I mean, if you haven't written a plot where this happens, can you even call yourself a writer?
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From: [personal profile] osprey_archer


I REMEMBER THIS BOOK. In fact, I remembered a surprising amount of detail about it (not ALL the detail, but then there is SO MUCH): Jessica the music hall lady, Frederick's hatred of plastic that he locks in the cupboard which makes it magic somehow???? - this book may actually be the origin of my dislike of fantasies that try to over-explain themselves. Sometimes it is much better to just let the cupboard be magic and not try to come up with a REASON.

And of course Jenny the teeny maid who lived in the present for decades until finally expiring after years and years comatose in a Victorian asylum. Could they keep a comatose person alive for that long in Victorian times? This worried me as a child.

...so does the fic have to be Indian in the Cupboard fic or would you be open to other fic rewards and if so, what?
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From: [personal profile] osprey_archer


Hmm. Narnia maybe? There's not a lot of overlap between our fandoms, it's true.

(Random side note: I doubt you want fic for this, but I was looking at things you've read, I noticed that you'd read Isobelle Carmody's Billy Thunder and the Night Gate books and I was pleased to discover that I wasn't the only one whose reaction those books was "But why is there a love quadrangle with two humans and two dogs who have turned into humans and one of the dog-humans still really really loves his human just like when he was a dog?")

I could write something original perhaps? Or a book review.
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Ashlin & Olivia: one year later. Every single person in Olivia's life (probably including Ashlin) has recoiled in horror from Olivia's plan to quit college and traipse around the globe after the girl who broke her heart into a million pieces in seventh grade. "How about you get your BA first," they say. "You can traipse around the globe after you graduate," they suggest, hoping against hope that by that time Olivia will have gotten over this terrible idea. "Until then, maybe you could meet up during vacations?"

Thus, a vacation. They meet up to discuss The Trials of People Who Want You to Be Sensible and also make out and also talk about art. And make out. (I accidentally wrote "make art" there. Maybe they can do both at the same time somehow.)
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And of course Jenny the teeny maid who lived in the present for decades until finally expiring after years and years comatose in a Victorian asylum. Could they keep a comatose person alive for that long in Victorian times? This worried me as a child.

I wondered about this too, but there is this one bit where Jenny is said to actually gain weight after being unconscious in the past for a couple days, despite not eating, because her future self was getting fed. So my conclusion was the Victorian asylum-keepers didn't need to do anything but keep her indoors, out of the elements. When she eventually died, it was supposed to be because her caretakers needed the bed for people who might recover. I therefore concluded that she died of exposure when she was put out into the cold.

Speaking of which, in "He hoped that Tom had believed in [a hereafter], one where time and size didn’t matter, and people who had loved each other would come together," the phrase "and size" weakened the sentiment for me too. Come on, Banks, you almost had it!
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From: [personal profile] skygiants


It's all coming back to me now! I still can't believe she packed ALL THIS PLOT into such a short expanse of text.

Was one of the other small figurine friends that Jessica had collected a WWI soldier (teeny Tommy!) or was that a different book?

I've just been notified btw that my copy of The Wilder Plot came in for me at the library, so consider my soon-to-come review of that a contribution towards your read of the fifth book!
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From: [personal profile] sovay


Was one of the other small figurine friends that Jessica had collected a WWI soldier (teeny Tommy!) or was that a different book?

WWI British medical orderly Tommy Atkins is from the first book (and is in fact the reason I re-read it in 2015, double-checking the reference). By the time of the second book, he has died in the trenches and can be called forward only as a neat pile of empty clothes and a medical bag, which still freaks me out.
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From: [personal profile] sholio


A tiny plastic corpse would actually be kind of a neat thing to have. At least if you didn't know it was once a living human being.
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From: [personal profile] nenya_kanadka


Is it weird that while I find the size-difference marriage offputting, the tiny coffin and tiny headstone seems kind of sweet? (Maybe it is creepier in the book.)
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From: [personal profile] lilacsigil


His tiny wife! His tiny plastic wife! And her tiny headstone! AAAAHHHH!

I didn't read any of these books as a kid, though I did read the first one in my late teens when my little brother was reading it, but I have to say this kind of epic plot where everything FITS TOGETHER whether it wants to or not would have greatly appealed to me.
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From: [personal profile] quietmoon


That was... so wild. Thank you for this.
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From: [personal profile] copperfyre


There is so much happening here, wow! I don't even know where to start. I do remember reading the first book (and like you a conviction that rereading it would involve a lot of 'holy shit this is racist') but I don't remember it being nearly this batshit. Thank you for making the sacrifice in reading this and sharing it with us, this has vastly improved my morning.
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I must be the only one who really likes this book and rereads it all the time, but then even I have to admit I like Banks' stuff because her writing style always grips me and she pulls me into the characters, not because the plots make sense. (Plus I agree about the problematic aspects of Little Bear.) I don't think any other author could have written this and made me like it. This isn't one of my all-time favorite books, but her Dark Quartet (fictionalized bio of the Bronte family) is.

Going from memory, the family relationships as I understand them are:

Maria and Jessica: sisters. Maria the goody two-shoes and Jessica the black sheep.

Lottie: daughter of Maria and her husband Matthew. Mother of Omri's mom.

Frederick: born to Jessica out of wedlock.

Matthew: Husband of Maria. Dies chasing Lottie out into the street after the earring episode.

Lottie dies in the London Blitz not too long after giving birth to Omri's mom. Omri's mom is raised by Maria, "Granny Marie."

I did not pick up on anything about Lottie being Jessica's and Jessica being forced to give her up. Lottie, her niece, is the daughter she *wishes* she had. Her emotional daughter, if you will. She's quite indifferent to her own son, who clearly grows up in a deprived childhood and has trouble relating to people as an adult. He dies an old bachelor, leaves the farm to Omri's mom, and thereby kicks off the events of the book.

I used to mentally compose fix-it fic for Jessica and Lottie, where Jessica got to keep being a supportive presence in her niece's life.

(Also found the cat subplot irritatingly irrelevant, I have to say. Make it good or stick to the point!)
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From: [personal profile] landingtree


Oh dear... Enough of this book had stayed in my head that this post rings lots of strong bells, but not enough had stayed in my head to make me realise how considerably more batshit than the earlier ones it was. And I didn't ever know there was a fifth...

(Flagging first book as something to never ever reread)
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From: [personal profile] nenya_kanadka


Hmmm, I wonder if I have plastic figures to send you... 🤔
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There's just so much to take in. I am so impressed.

I also have some vague memory of having read these round nine or ten - the name of the novel is so familiar but I remember nothing of the plot.

Nothing I've heard about Piers Anthony encourages me to read his stuff, lol. Dude whyyy

Harry the Poisonous Centipede Goes to the Seaside. <- can I say this actually raises my estimation of him, people who love random unpopular arthropods are pretty great. (But that centipede is probably venomous, not poisonous.)

I kinda respect that her novel just... Goes for it. Haha who cares if there's enough material and melodrama for 8 books? Just jam all the interesting things all into one book, there's more crazy to be had!!

From: [personal profile] hippogriff13


How the heck do you tell fortunes with molten lead? (Although that aspect is probably pretty prosaic compared to the book's many other loony elements.) And had plastic even been invented yet back in the days when someone who was a Victorian dance hall girl was not yet dodderingly elderly?
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From: [personal profile] mildred_of_midgard


I know this reply is a gazillion months late, but I came here looking for something else, and saw this comment had been added.

Telling fortunes with molten lead: it's a thing! It's called molybdomancy.

A lot of things about this story don't work, but the timeline actually does, at least in that respect. Jessica dies in 1950. I don't think we have an exact birthdate for her, but her son Frederick was born circa 1900, so she was probably born in the early 1880s. That means she would be in her late 60s when she died.

Frederick specifically mentions that it was just after WWII when the toy industry turned toward the use of plastic, and that does align with real world history: Fisher Price released its entire toy line in plastic in the late 1940s. It's in 1950 that he's incredibly bitter about it and creates the cupboard.
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