Subtitled A Book for Obsolete Children, this bizarre item in the Seuss canon doesn’t in reality belong a few of the children’s books. Written to celebrate the nonsense master’s 82nd birthday, it follows “you” (an elderly gent in a suit and white moustache) through a physical check-up in some fiendish geriatric clinic. You are measured, prodded, and subjected to all of the medical indignities familiar and unfamiliar to the elderly. “You will have to see Dr. Pollen, our Allergy Whiz, who knows each sniffle and itch that there’s… He’s going to check your reactions to thumbtacks and glue, catcher’s mitts, leaf mould, and cardigans too. Nasturtiums and marble cake, white and blue chalks, anthracite coal and the feathers of hawks.” It’s clear that the process is going to be long, but much shorter than the bill. The blurb on the back says it all: “Is this a children’s book? Well… not immediately. You buy a copy for your child now and you give it to him on his 70th birthday.” If truth be told, it would make an amusing gift for someone over 40. –Richard Farr
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