Louise Fitzhugh’s Harriett the Spy presents a portrait of
a young girl struggling with her inner quest for identity and self-worth
through the very medium the novel presents itself in—writing. Harriett deems herself a spy: she spends much
of her time peering through windows, hiding in trees, trying to make sense of
specific instances. The remainder of her
life, though, unbeknownst to her, also includes methods of spying, though in a
less meticulous manner. This attempt to
make sense of the world around Harriett is accomplished mostly through her
involvement with her notebook, and the deep secrets she develops into stark
revelations about her life. Ruminations
like “I’m glad I’m not perfect—I’d be bored to death” both highlight her
perceptions of her subjects, in this case the Robinsons, but also lead her to
introspective developments used to craft her specific identity1 (68).
Harriett analyzes her surroundings
through her writing, a fairly meta concept for a book of this caliber. A disconnect between her and adults
exist—“Where do people go at five o’clock?” (93). She wonders about the lives of the adults in
her life, and about their relationships and emotions. She includes these thoughts in larger
questions about life, questions asked so frequently in everyday life that they
bridge the gap between the adult and the child: “Life is a great mystery. Is everybody a different person when they are
with someone else?” (97).
These ideas, these ruminations
allow Harriett to make sense of the world around her, the bustling Manhattan
neighborhood that she inhabits. The idea
of the spy beautifully pervades her everyday life, as she is constantly
searching and questioning and trying to make sense of things. Her reliance on writing is particularly
striking though, as it conveys the importance of art, creation, and reflection,
a privilege often missing in literature that is didactic or child-like in a
sense. This emphasis on creativity and
self-expression fuels Harriett’s quest for understanding.
1Louise Fitzhugh, Harriett the Spy, Yearling Books. 2001.
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