A man walks up into the Catskills to get away from his wife, helps a silent stranger carry a keg, and comes back down twenty years later to a country that no longer has a king.
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Eight thousand words. A kid can start it after dinner and finish it the same night — and it is a real one, not a shortened version of a real one. That matters for a reader who has never got to the end of a book with an old date on it.
Nine bearded strangers in Dutch clothes rolling ninepins in a hollow, dead silent, and the thunder Rip has been hearing all afternoon turns out to be their game. Nobody in the scene explains anything. The only explanation offered comes twenty years late, from the oldest man in the village, and it may just be gossip.
Rip walks into his own village with a beard a foot long, gets asked which way he votes, and finds a man leaning against a tree who is exactly himself. His answer — 'I'm not myself — I'm somebody else — that's me yonder' — is the line kids quote afterwards.
Rip Van Winkle is idle, kind, hen-pecked and much loved by everyone in the village except the woman he lives with. He goes up the Kaatskills with his gun and his dog to get away from her, meets a silent old man in Dutch clothes carrying a keg, helps him up the mountain, drinks with the strangers he finds there, and falls asleep. When he wakes his gun has rusted through, his dog is gone, and his beard is a foot long. The village below has a new name over the inn door and a flag nobody has explained to him.
It is one story, about eight thousand words, and most kids finish it in a sitting — which makes it the shortest thing on this shelf and a good first classic for a reader who bounces off long books. The plot is simple; the sentences are not. Irving writes 1819 English, long and looping, with a joke folded into most of it, and a grade-4 reader will meet words to ride past. Read aloud it goes easily from about seven. This edition is Arthur Rackham’s — the same illustrator as our Alice — from Heinemann’s 1916 reissue of his 1905 Rip Van Winkle: twenty-four colour plates plus his in-text drawings and tailpieces, several of them signed and dated in the plate. The book keeps its own front matter, which most reprints cut: the introduction Irving wrote in the voice of the invented historian Diedrich Knickerbocker, the note where Knickerbocker swears the whole thing is true, and the postscript of mountain folklore.
Irving wrote it in Birmingham, England, in 1818, in a house full of his sister Sarah’s family, after the import business he and his brothers ran collapsed and left him thirty-five years old with no profession and no money. The story is said to have come out of an evening’s talk with his brother-in-law about home. He had never been to the Catskills in his life — he wrote the mountains from the Hudson valley of his boyhood and from other people’s descriptions, in a city of foundry smoke three thousand miles away. The tale he reshaped was German, about a goatherd named Peter Klaus, and Irving planted the clue himself rather than cover it: the note at the end has Knickerbocker admitting the story resembles a German superstition about an emperor asleep under a mountain. It was published in 1819 in the instalments that became The Sketch Book, and it made him the first American writer Europe read seriously.
Modern books (still in copyright, so not free) that scratch the same itch.
For the kid who caught what Rip's story is actually about — standing still while everyone you know keeps going. A family who drank from the wrong spring and cannot get older, at the same length and reading level, written in some of the best sentences in American children's books.
For the kid who liked the comedy of a man arriving in the wrong decade. A girl's grandfather turns up as a thirteen-year-old boy in a tweed jacket and has to enroll in her middle school — the same joke as Rip's homecoming, told forwards and set now.
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We shelve it for grades 4–7 — that's where the language and the length sit for a reader on their own. Read aloud, it works earlier, from about age 7–8 — kids follow a story by ear well before they can read it alone.
The unabridged text measures 1360L Lexile, AR level 11.1. In everyday terms: grades 4–7, and easier as a read-aloud.
Mild. Rip's twenty-year sleep is caused by drink: he helps himself to the strangers' liquor 'so often that at length his senses were overpowered.' His wife is the story's running joke — 'termagant,' 'shrew,' a chapter's worth of lines about 'petticoat government' — and she dies offstage while he is away, having 'broke a blood vessel in a fit of passion at a New-England pedler'; Rip's reaction is relief. The closing postscript describes Native American belief in the Catskills and uses the period words 'red men' and 'an old squaw spirit.' One passing line has a villager 'killed at the storming of Stony Point' in the Revolutionary War. The prose is 1819: long sentences, a wide vocabulary, and this edition keeps the British spellings of its London printing.
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