The Village Blacksmith

Praise

In the mixed-media paintings, the blacksmith’s work ethic and integrity shine as brightly as the glowing, orange-yellow embers in the hearth. An afterword provides more information on the artisanal methods used by blacksmiths and the tools of the trade. This outstanding reimagining of a classic poem will introduce and enchant a new generation.
—School Library Journal (starred review)

The textured illustrations deftly utilize cool, desaturated colors, making the reds, oranges, and yellows of the smithy pop. Backmatter explains the tools of the trade and offers a short history of blacksmiths. Dedicated to Karas’ blacksmith son, the book beautifully parallels Longfellow’s own familial inspiration for the original poem…A well-forged adaptation.
—Kirkus Reviews

Here Karas takes a rarely reprinted poem from the Norman Rockwell of American poets and sets it in a modern smithy (based on his own son’s), showing a young artisan using both contemporary and traditional tools…Closing out with closer looks at a blacksmith’s gear and a second iteration of the poem, this performs double duty as both a celebration of an ancient but still worthy craft and a reminder that there is far more to this poet than “Paul Revere’s Ride” and “Song of Hiawatha.”
—Booklist

Karas does not attempt to impose a new story upon the poem and respects its saddest moment, when the blacksmith remembers his late wife, showing us the man with his children in church, gazing out the window at the graveyard. It’s all in the poem. At one time “The Village Blacksmith” was a standard recitation piece among schoolchildren; try it out for storytime and see if Longfellow’s sonorous, rolling verse can win today’s kids over. (I bet yes.)
—The Horn Book

The unabridged text of Longfellow’s mid-nineteenth century poem sparks to life with G. Brian Karas’ illustrations that set the verse in a present-day village. It’s a sensitive and sensible reimagining, with the blacksmith a fit, but scarcely burly, father of three, who works out of his garage.
—Bulletin of the Center for Children’s Books