When I was a youth (ten minutes ago), I loved Beverly Cleary’s Ramona books: Beezus and Ramona, Ramona the Pest, etc. I read them all, until I came to the last, Ramona Forever, published in 1984. That was the last one, as it makes sense to have been, with a title like that. I had finished the Ramona canon and moved on to Judy Blume and eventually – in my late 20s – to JK Rowling (I stay high brow at all times).
Recently I saw that 15 years after Ramona Forever, Beverly Cleary went on to publish Ramona’s World. And I have to say, I felt a litte betrayed. Really? Another Ramona book? And you didn’t even give me a call, Beverly?
I then discovered that there were sequels to Louis Sachar’s Sideways Stories from Wayside School (four sequels, in fact!). Again, betrayed. I was supposed to be master of a canon.
Maybe these days are limited. We can now set Google Alerts to let us know if Ramona Quimby ever comes back to light.
And then again, I did move on from Ramona to Blubber, so now I see I’m just a literarily promiscuous dude complaining about my like-minded (but less) literarily promiscuous author partners. Let it go, man. Let it go.