As the kind of obsessive, detail-oriented person
who sits through a movie until the final credit
flashes on screen, I once made a habit of studying
record labels, back in the days of vinyl LPs and
45s. I was curious about such minutia as the music
publisher, whether the song’s airplay and record
sales were tracked by BMI, ASCAP, or SESAC, and,
most important of all, the song’s composer, the
name of whom was printed right below the song’s
title. It was on a 45 from Columbia Records that
I first saw the name of Shel Silverstein. The recording
was by Johnny Cash and the song was “A Boy Named
Sue,” a number two Billboard hit for the
Man in Black in 1969. Shel Silverstein was a songwriter,
I concluded, a fact reinforced when I spied his
name again as co-writer, with Kris Kristofferson,
of “The Taker,” the B-side of a Waylon Jennings
recording in RCA’s Gold Masters series. Then, in
the early 1980s, I noticed Shel Silverstein’s name
again, this time as the author of a New York
Times bestseller, A Light in the Attic,
a collection of poems and drawings, a “children’s
book” to be exact. Interesting, I thought, that
this songwriter had written a book for the kiddies.
Later, I realized I had it backward. The songwriter
had been writing children’s books for some time
while also contributing to Playboy, even
living for a time in Hugh Hefner’s fabled Chicago
mansion. “There was at least three sides to Shel,”
country singer Bobby Bare, Sr., explained, “and
one of them was writing songs.”
Years later, I was a bit startled by Silverstein’s
author photo on the jacket of another of his children’s
books, Where the Sidewalk Ends. Bald, bearded,
and brooding, with his hand propped on the neck
of a guitar and a bare foot aimed at the camera,
the only person less likely to pass as an author
of children’s books was Charles Manson. As Publisher’s
Weekly described him in 1975, “He is a strong,
well-muscled, fit looking man who wears blue jeans
and a big cowboy hat.” Folksinger Judy Henske, noting
the Silverstein named his music company Evil Eye,
said “He considered himself the evil eye who stares
everybody down. That was what Shel did, he terrified
people. Everyone was afraid of him.” That included
some parents and teachers. A Light in the Attic
was banned by several schools and libraries
because it was thought that a few of the poems encouraged
disobedience and that a lot of them were, well,
weird. Some of them dealt with death and other unpleasant
realities. The presence of supernatural entities
like devils and ghosts in a few of his poems didn’t
sit well with them either.
To categorize Silverstein’s work as “children’s
literature” does it a disservice, anyway. Most “children’s
literature” is childish, but, like Peanuts,
whose creator, Charles Schulz, always insisted was
not written with children in mind, there’s a subtle
depth to Silverstein’s rhymes that might make them
seem subversive to many (adult) readers. To be clever
is almost an act of rebellion in itself, since a
sharp wit is at odds with a world in which dull
conformity is the rule. “He had no tolerance for
society,” remembered playwright David Mamet. “He
wouldn’t go to a party, didn’t want to meet new
people. He came to my wedding in the same outfit
he wore everywhere: impossibly baggy, vaguely military
trousers, a sort of Indian shirt, unbuttoned to
the navel, a 1970's down-market leather jacket.”
“I never planned to write or draw for kids,” Silverstein
said. “I do eliminate certain things when I’m writing
for children if I think only an adult will get the
idea. I would hope that people, no matter what age,
would find something to identify with in my books,
pick up one and experience a personal sense of discovery.”
Sheldon Allan Silverstein was born into a working
class Jewish family in Chicago, Illinois on September
25, 1930. “I couldn’t play ball, I couldn’t dance,”
he told Publisher’s Weekly. “Luckily, the
girls didn’t want me; not much I could do about
that. So I started to draw and write.” At age five,
he taught himself to draw by tracing Al Capp’s
Lil’ Abner comic strip. “Al Capp knew how
to draw people, shapes, bodies, hands. He knew how
to draw well, so I learned to draw well.” Stories
to accompany his illustrations emerged when he was
alone. “I didn’t have a lot of friends. I just walked
around a lot and made up stories in my head.”
He was always at odds with his father who wanted
him to work in the family’s struggling bakery and
considered art an interest for idle daydreamers.
Silversteen didn’t get along too well with his peer
group at school either. A committed non-conformist,
he was not interested in their approval or acceptance.
“When I was a young kid, about once a year we had
to buy some new clothes and I’d pick out a new coat
or suit. Someone would always ask if I was sure
this is what they’re wearing this year. Well, who
is this ‘they’ and what difference does it make
what they’re wearing? I’ll wear what I want to wear.”
While attending the Art Institute of Chicago, he
sold hot dogs at the ballpark. “I learned (people)
like mustard. And they like a hot bun. It paid my
way through school, and kept me going.” He
didn’t hang around to graduate, preferring to head
for New York to hustle his cartoons to publishers.
He remembered a meeting with the cartoon editor
at Collier’s who “looked through a hundred
cartoons, the greatest ones ever drawn - at nineteen
I was doing only great cartoons - and he bought
none.” Returning to Chicago, he described himself
as “a complete failure,” but he was recruited by
the Volunteers for Stevenson Committee which was
dedicated to electing Adlai Stevenson to the presidency.
That, too, was a failure, but “I was made art director
because they had nobody else to do it. And there
was no loot.”
Then, in 1953, he got drafted. It was while serving
in Korea that he got his first real break when his
cartoons were published in Stars and Stripes.
In 1956, the cartoons would be collected in Take
Ten, a paperback published by Ballantine Books.
Soon, his work was also landing in the pages of
Look and Sports Illustrated.
One of his most famous cartoons depicted two emaciated
and obviously doomed prisoners shackled to the wall
of a dungeon. One says to the other, “Now, here’s
my plan.”
“A lot of people said it was a very pessimistic
cartoon, which I don’t think it is at all,” Silverstein
said. “”There’s a lot of hope even in a hopeless
situation.” Alcoholics Anonymous seemed to agree.
They used the cartoon to illustrate courage, while
many psychiatrists turned it into a Rorschach test
to gauge the reaction of patients. Its impact surprised
its creator who said, “I had an idea for a funny
cartoon and I drew it. That’s it. You do something,
you make it simple, and everybody else starts loading
it up with deep meanings.”
In 1957, he submitted his work to Playboy,
the “magazine for men” whose first issue, published
in 1953, was a hit, but not yet the famous brand
that would bring Hugh Hefner to national prominence.
Hefner, a cartoonist himself, liked what he saw
and personally purchased several of Silverstein
cartoons on the spot. Playboy sent him around
the world, publishing his sketches and musings in
a feature called “Shel Silverstein Visits. . .,”
which would become as much a part of the magazine’s
identity as the fiction, lifestyle tips, and, most
famous of all, the nude centerfolds. His travels
took him to a nudist colony in New Jersey, the hippy
colony of San Francisco’s Height Ashbury district,
the gay bohemia of New York’s Fire Island, the Chicago
White Sox training camp, a Swiss village where he
attempted mountain climbing, and Spain where he
tried his hand at bullfighting.
Several collections of his cartoons were released
in book form, and, in 1961, there was Uncle Shelby’s
ABZ Book, a book of new cartoons for adult readers.
Many critics mistakenly took it for a children’s
book, but Silverstein cautioned that “children really
shouldn’t see it at all.” Much of the content mocked
what passed for children’s literature, a genre he
despised.
“See the baby play,
Play, baby, play.
Pretty, pretty baby,
Mommy loves the baby,
More than she loves you.”
In an interview with The Realist, he elaborated
on his distaste for children’s books. “They have
modern-type illustrations - some girl does a series
of silly illustrations. She tries to imagine how
a six-year-old would draw, and no six-year-old wants
to look at illustrations that look like they’re
done by a six-year-old. So they come up with this
modern type of children’s book that is a real atrocity.”
He was also aware that “Kids don’t buy books, mothers
buy kids’ books, so if you give a mother something
that she considers charming and ideally what kids
want, she’ll buy it.”
It was Ursula Nordstrom, an editor at Harper & Row
whose stated philosophy was to publish “good books
for bad children,” who suggested Silverstein write
a children’s book. He thought she was joking, but
he took up the challenge, and Uncle Shelby’s
Story of Lafcadio, the Lion Who Shot Back was
published with little success in 1963.
The Giving Tree
was rejected by Simon & Schuster who concluded that
it was “not a kid’s book, too sad, and it isn’t
for adults, too simple.” In 1964, Harper & Row published
this story of a tree that honors a boy’s every request,
from a branch to swing on, a shade to sit under,
and apples to munch on. In the end, the tree is
reduced to a stump with nothing more to give.
“Is this a sad tale?” asked a professor of Religious
Studies at Stanford University. “Well, it is sad
in the same way that life is depressing. We are
all needy, and if we are lucky and any good, we
grow old using others and getting used up.”
A happy ending, so typical of children’s literature,
was not Silverstein’s style, nor did he consider
it appropriate to force feed a young reader. “The
child asks, ‘Why don’t I have this happiness thing
you’re telling me about?’ He comes to think, when
his joy stops that he has failed and that it won’t
come back.”
Praised by ministers as an effective depiction of
unconditional love, The Giving Tree would
eventually sell more than eleven million copies.
It was translated into more than thirty languages,
and later inspired a short animated film. Silverstein
also adapted it into a song recorded by Bobby Bare.
Those who knew him as a Playboy cartoonist
or a writer of children’s books were not always
aware that songwriting was another of Silverstein’s
talents. It was in 1968 that one of his songs became
a hit: “The Unicorn” (“There were green alligators
and long-necked geese, some humpty-backed camels
and some chimpanzees”), a song filled with Biblical
imagery and sounding like an ages old Irish ballad,
was recorded by the Irish Rovers and went to number
two on the charts.
Silverstein also recorded his own songs, releasing
more than a dozen albums beginning with 1959's
Hairy Jazz. The liner notes described
his voice as resembling “the noise - the yelp -
made by a dog whose tail has been stepped on.” Country
singer Bobby Bare, who would record many Silverstein
songs, told NPR that Silverstein “couldn’t sing.
He screeched.” But Bare, who worked with Silverstein
on more than twenty projects, also praised him as
“the most brilliant, creative person I’ve ever met.”
In 1973, Bare had a number two country hit with
“Daddy, What If?,” a duet with his son that was
something of a parody of a saccharine children’s
song. Sample lyric:
“Daddy, what if the sun stopped shinin,’
what would happen then?
If the sun stopped shinin’ you’d be so surprised
You’d stare at the heavens with wide open eyes
and the wind would carry your light to the skies
and the sun would start shinin’ again.”
Silverstein’s most famous song is unquestionably
“A Boy Named Sue,” which he wrote after his friend,
Jean Shepherd, the humorist (and author of A
Christmas Story), told him of the teasing he
endured as a child because of his gender-neutral
name. Johnny Cash introduced the song during the
concert that produced the bestselling Johnny
Cash at San Quentin album, and, the singer recalled,
“the laughter just about tore the roof off.” Released
as a single in 1969, it became Cash’s biggest hit.
It also won Silverstein a Grammy for best country
song.
A year later, Ned Kelly, a film about the
Australian outlaw with Mick Jagger in the lead,
featured Silverstein songs performed by Waylon Jennings.
A veritable who’s who of pop and country artists
would eventually dip into the Silverstein songbook,
including Jerry Lee Lewis, Loretta Lynn, Marianne
Faithful, the Smothers Brothers, Belinda Carlisle,
Peter, Paul, and Mary, Willie Nelson, the New Christie
Minstrels, Gram Parsons, and Judy Collins. In 1986,
even Bob Dylan joined the club, singing Silverstein’s
“Couple More Years” in the disastrous Hearts
of Fire (“I wrote that for you,” Dylan’s fictional
alter ego tells his co-star, Fiona, after serenading
her with the song. “Never finished it.”)
More than a decade earlier, Silverstein was
one of the select few for whom Dylan auditioned
the songs that became his classic 1975 album,
Blood on the Tracks. Silverstein would earn
both Oscar and Golden Globe best song nominations
for “I’m Checkin’ Out,” from the 1990 film Postcards
from the Edge, and in 2002 he would be inducted,
posthumously, into the Nashville Songwriters Hall
of Fame.
Dr. Hook and the Medicine Show were playing gigs
in New Jersey bars when they were hired to perform
the songs Silverstein wrote for Who Is Harry
Kellerman and Why Is He Saying Those Terrible Things
About Me?, a 1971 comedy with Dustin Hoffman
as a paranoid folk rock musician. The movie bombed,
but Silverstein recognized the group as ideal interpreters
of his songs. Their next collaboration, “Sylvia’s
Mother,” was a huge hit in the summer of 1972. The
song, in which a man begs a Mrs. Avery for a chance
to talk to her daughter before she marries another
man, was based on an actual incident from Silverstein’s
life. “I just changed the last name, not to protect
the innocent, but because it didn’t fit.”
“The Cover of the Rolling Stone,” was another smash,
and the wish expressed in the song, to make the
cover of the music publication, came true for the
group a few months later. It was also one of the
few Silverstein songs on Dr. Hook’s second album
that commercial radio could play without bleeps
to censor the references to drugs and sex.
“Freakin’ at the Freakers Ball” even worked necrophilia
into the lyrics. Another song warned against passing
venereal disease onto a loved one.
Drugs and alcohol may have figured in his songs,
but Silversteen indulged in neither. “Shel refrained
from drugs and alcohol because he felt he had too
much talent to waste it by altering his consciousness,”
wrote Lisa Rogah in A Boy Named Shel. “Besides,
watching his friends when they were drunk or stoned
provided him with endless material for stories,
songs, and cartoons.”
His next collection of children’s poetry, Where
the Sidewalk Ends, appeared in 1974.
Parents, teachers, librarians and the like protested
some of its contents, such as the poem titled “Dreadful”:
“Someone ate the baby!
What a frightful thing to eat!
Someone ate the baby!
Though she wasn’t very sweet
It was a heartless thing to do
The policemen haven’t got a clue.
I simply can’t imagine who
Would go and (burp) eat the baby.”
He also took another swipe at happiness in “The
Land of Happy”:
“There’s no one unhappy in Happy,
There’s laughter and smiles galore.
I have been to the Land of Happy -
what a bore!”
Silverstein rarely consented to interviews, and
refused all requests after Where the Sidewalk
Ends was published. “Never explain what you
do,” he said. “If you want to find out what a writer
or a cartoonist really feels, look at his work.
That’s enough.” He nonetheless expressed his annoyance
at the hypocrisy of parents and other adults who
criticized his work as being unfit for children.
“They think the kids shouldn’t hear about giants
and a wolf eating somebody up, but they let them
sit in front of the TV for twelve hours a day, just
to keep them quiet, where they can watch all kinds
of horror and cruel murders. But watch out for those
fairy tales.”
An audio version of the book, read by the author,
was released in 1983 and won a Grammy for Best Recording
for Children.
Where the Sidewalk Ends
was followed by A Light in the Attic in 1981
which featured his take on friendship:.
“I know a way to stay friends forever.
There’s really nothing to it.
I tell you what to do and you do it.”
Falling Up
in 1996 would be the final collection to be published
in his lifetime, and, like its predecessors, would
be a mammoth bestseller.
Toni Markiet, who edited many of Silverstein’s books,
including 2005's posthumously published Runny
Babbit, told Amazon.com that “Shel was meticulous
in every aspect of a book. . . the trim size, the
paper, the binding, and, of course, the contents.
No piece of the whole was too small to consider
carefully.” The concern for quality meant that none
of Silverstein’s children’s books has ever been
issued in paperback.
“I think he wanted to be a folk hero,” Hugh Hefner
said, “a Renaissance Man, which is exactly what
he was.” Although he owned a houseboat in Key West
and homes in New York, Chicago, Martha’s Vineyard,
and Sausalito, Silverstein never settled down, preferring
to come and go as he pleased. He never owned a car,
and refused to drive one after a near fatal 1959
accident. Known as a ladies man, he never married,
but did father two children. If he seemed footloose
and fancy free to others, a man with few responsibilities,
he took a different view.
“There are plenty of people I know who claim to
be independent people,” he once mused. “In other
words, they don’t go to work. They don’t earn any
money, they don’t contribute anything, but they
don’t really want to and they consider themselves
free. I don’t consider that freedom. To me, freedom
entitles you to do something, not to not
do something.”
Silverstein did plenty, so much that admirers of
his work in one area are often surprised to find
that he also worked in others. There was the cartoonist,
the children’s book author, and the songwriter,
but there was also Shel Silverstein the author of
dozens of plays and sketches that are still being
performed. In January 2012, Ohio’s Bellevue Society
for the Arts is presenting “An Adult Evening with
Shel Silverstein,” featuring ten of his one act
plays. Their website features a disclaimer: “Some
stories contain material and themes that may not
be appropriate for young audiences.” Silverstein
is also back in bookstores with Every Thing On
It, a collection of 145 previously unpublished
poems. It closes with a selection titled “When I’m
Gone”:
“When I am gone, what will you do?
Who will write and draw for you?
Someone smarter - someone new?
Someone better - maybe YOU!”
Silverstein was gone by 1999, found dead in his
houseboat on May 10 that year. “Sixty-six seems
young to check out,” his friend, Rik Elswit of Dr.
Hook, observed, “but Shel packed more life into
each day than most of us do in a week. He preferred
quality to quantity, though he’d always go for both
if he could.”