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The Yggyssey
How Iggy Wondered What Happened to All the Ghosts, Found Out Where They Went, and Went There
Daniel Pinkwater

Illustrations by Calef Brown

H
OUGHTON
M
IFFLIN
B
OOKS FOR
C
HILDREN
Houghton Mifflin Harcourt
Boston 2009

Text copyright © 2009 by Daniel Pinkwater
Illustrations copyright © 2009 by Calef Brown

All rights reserved. For information about permission to reproduce selections from
this book, write to Permissions, Houghton Mifflin Company, 215 Park Avenue
South, New York, New York 10003.

www.houghtonmifflinbooks.com

The text of this book is set in Apollo.
The illustrations were created in brush and ink.

Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data
Pinkwater, Daniel Manus, 1941—
The Yggyssey / by Daniel Pinkwater ; [illustrations by Calef Brown].
p. cm.

Summary: In the mid-1950s, Yggdrasil Birnbaum and her friends, Seamus
and Neddie, journey to Old New Hackensack, which is on another plane, to try to
learn why ghosts are disappearing from the Birnbaum's hotel and other
Hollywood, California, locations.

ISBN 978-0-618-59445-0

[1. Adventure and adventurers—Fiction. 2. Ghosts—Fiction. 3. Witches—
Fiction. 4. Space and time—Fiction. 5. Haunted places—Fiction. 6. Hotels, motels,
etc.—Fiction. 7. Hollywood (Los Angeles, Calif.)—History—20th century—
Fiction.] I. Brown, Calef, ill. II. Title.

PZ7.P6335Ygg 2008

[Fic]—dc22
2008001874

Manufactured in the United States of America
MP 10 9 8 7 6 5 4 3 2 1

Contents

1. Room Full of Spooks 1

2. Hollywood History 5

3. My Mother Has Theories 9

4. I Am Not Antisocial 12

5. Cutting School 16

6. Pacific Seas 20

7. Ken Ahara 23

8. The Ghostiest Place in Town 27

9. The Penthouse 30

10. Gone Ghost 33

11. Ghostology 35

12. Ghost Detective 38

13. Atomic Bomb 42

14. The Wolf Makes the Blueberry Strong 45

15. Mushroomburgers 47

16. Doughnuts at Dawn 50

17. Sleepover Mary 54

18. Who We Like, and Who We Don't 57

19. Center of Attention 59

20. Why a Duck? 63

21. In the Garden 65

22. Schmoozing with a Shaman 69

23. The Day After Halloween 74

24. Ghostly Halloween 78

25. The Big Parade 81

26. Pumpkin Pie and an Apparition 86

27. The Day of the Dead 90

28. That's It? 95

29. Mr. Wentworthstein 97

30. Muffins on the Roof 101

31. Gypsy Boots 103

32. Talking to a Dead Bunny 106

33. Invitation to Insanity 111

34. Loopy Birthday to You 113

35. This Is the Plan 117

36. Wiener Whistles 120

37. Through the Cooking Class 123

38. Iggy in Underland 129

39. Neddie! 133

40. Uncle Father Palabra 136

41. Something 142

42. Why Exactly 146

43. Shoofly Pie 150

44. New Yapyap at Night 153

45. The Hole 155

46. Big River 158

47. Kind Hearts and Crunchy Granola 161

48. My Name 166

49. On the Road 169

50. Gingerbread House 171

51. Millions of Cats 175

52. All Day Long 179

53. Like a Charm 183

54. Back on the Road 188

55. Walking Along 193

56. The Valley of the Shlerm 196

57. We Discover More 200

58. What? 205

59. The Dark Forest 209

60. Dawn in the Forest 212

61. Head Games 216

62. Your Feat's Too Big 220

63. How It's Done 224

64. Supernatural Days 227

65. Perfect Opportunity 231

66. Witch Rodeo and Ghost Olympics 234

67. Which Witch? 237

68. Shmenda 241

69. Going Home 244

CHAPTER 1

Room Full of Spooks

When I got home from school, my room was full of ghosts ... again! They were being invisible, but I could feel the cold spots in the air.

"Did I speak to you ectoplasms about this, or did I not?" I asked the empty room.

Silence. The ghosts were dummying up.

"Rudolph Valentino! I can smell your lousy cigar!"

There was a faint smell of cigar smoke, the trademark of the ghostly Valentino, so I knew he was among them. And my bedspread was rumpled. Probably they were sitting on my bed, playing cards.

"Look, you spectres—this is a young girl's bedroom, not a club! Why do you have to hang out here all the time? You have an eight-story hotel to haunt. There's a complete apartment reserved for your personal use. Why don't you stay there? It's the nicest one in the whole building." The management had sealed off a large apartment because it was way too haunted for living guests to put up with. The hope was that if they gave the ghosts their own space they wouldn't haunt the rest of the hotel so much. Some hope.

"We get bored," Rudolph Valentino said. "It's nothing but ghosts there."

"So you crowd in here so you can bore me, and stink up my room," I said. I was mad. I really liked most of the ghosts, but a woman is entitled to some privacy. Grumbling and mumbling, the ghosts climbed out my bedroom window, made their way along the ledge, and climbed into the window of the apartment that had belonged to Valentino in 1927. I had been in the apartment lots of times. Like the ghosts, I had to climb out my window and go along the narrow ledge to get in, which was a little scary to do if you weren't already dead.

The Hermione is not a regular hotel in the sense that people check in for a couple of nights or a week. It's all apartments, some tiny and some quite large. People live in it for months at a stretch, or all the time. It was quite the fancy address when my father first came to Hollywood in the days of the silent movies.

You can see what a deluxe sort of place it was. It has
architecture all over it. There are rough plaster walls, old-fashioned light fixtures made of hammered iron, fancy tile floors, and dark, heavy woodwork with carvings and decorations on it. There are tapestries that hang from iron things that look like spears, and a couple of suits of armor standing around. It looks like a movie set. It's a combination of old Spanish California and the Middle Ages, with some
Arabian Nights
thrown in.

I have lived in the Hermione all my life. I know the old hotel from top to bottom. I have been in all of the apartments, the basement, the laundry, and the restaurant that's been closed for years, and I know about the deserted tennis courts and the second, unused, and hidden swimming pool where the enormous turtle lives. I know things about the hotel that Mr. Glanvill, the manager, does not know. Chase, my favorite ghost, was the one who showed me where to find the master key someone had mislaid a long time ago. It opens every door in the place except the one to Valentino's apartment where all the ghosts hang out, because the door lock is rusted solid.

Chase is not the ghost of a person. She is the ghost of a black bunny rabbit. She has been sort of my own personal ghost since I was a baby. We are able to talk, which is something you can't do with a living bunny. Chase changes size. Usually, she is bunny-size, but I have seen her get to be as large as a German shepherd dog.

Rudolph Valentino is the ghost most people would know about, because he was a big movie star in the 1920s—but the oldest ghost, and the one who should be most famous, really, is La Brea Woman. Valentino doesn't compare to La Brea Woman for being distinguished. She is the only human whose bones have been pulled out of the La Brea Tar Pits. She lived about nine thousand years ago. She is the oldest human ever found in Southern California. Plus, she was murdered—someone knocked her on the head with a rock. We are all proud of La Brea Woman. And she's a nice ghost. She's shorter than I am, in her early twenties, and she always has her hair in curlers and wears sunglasses with pink frames and fuzzy pink slippers. She is friendly and cheerful, and talks a blue streak in some ancient dialect that hasn't been heard on earth in thousands of years.

I don't know exactly how many ghosts live in the Hermione—at least a dozen, maybe more. Not all of them like to communicate—they just haunt, appear and disappear, walk the corridors—some of them moan, or cry, or make ghostly laughter. Chase is the only ghost with whom I can have a conversation. Valentino will exchange a few words with me—but that's just his polite nature. Also, he may be nice to me because he knew my father in the old days.

CHAPTER 2

Hollywood History

My name is Yggdrasil Birnbaum—most people call me Iggy, which I do not like, but what are you going to do? And my father is Captain Buffalo Birnbaum, the old-time cowboy movie star. He is very old for a father—he is fairly old for anybody. He is the handsomest man alive. His story is an interesting one. He was the son of a wealthy family. He was born late in life, as I was to him, to Colonel Horatius Birnbaum, who fought in the Civil War. After the war, Grandpa Horatius went to Chicago and got rich in the glue business.

Everyone has heard of Alpenglue, "the mucilage of mountaineers."It was the first modern superadhesive, and Horatius invented it and made millions selling it to a nation bursting with busted things that needed to be glued during the great westward expansion. No homesteader in a covered wagon or prospector heading for the gold fields would have thought of setting out on the trip without a supply of Alpenglue, to repair broken wagon wheels, or stick the handles back on his six-shooter. Alpenglue could also be used to stitch up tomahawk wounds, and smeared on the bottoms of boots it enabled the wearer to cross frozen mountain passes in winter. And you could eat it if you were starving.

By the time my father and his twin brother, Herman, were born, the days of the Old West were almost over. It didn't last very long. Trains already crossed the country and cities had electric lights and telephones. But there were still bad men and lawmen, some of the old Indian war chiefs were still alive, and cowboys still rode the range. As young men, Buffalo (who was called Buck in those days) and Herman wanted adventure—so instead of going east to college, they took a supply of Alpenglue and their boots and bedrolls and headed west.

My father got to be called Buffalo not because he was a big buffalo hunter—the great herds had already been killed off by the time he got to the West. He got to be called Buffalo because while most cowboy sharpshooters, quick-draw artists, gunfighters, and pistoleros could shoot a silver dollar thrown into the air, he could hit a nickel, which has a buffalo on it—hence the name.

My father and his brother, Herman, who later mysteriously disappeared, had lots of adventures, rode the range, worked in the oil fields, lived with Indian medicine men, prospected for gold, and ran the first combination soda fountain and Turkish bath west of the Rockies, and at one time Herman, who came to be known as Prairie Dog Birnbaum, was the acting governor of Montana. A film director named Max Von Hinten saw my father giving an exhibition of trick riding to entertain some friends, noticed that he was the handsomest man alive, and talked him into coming to Hollywood to act in movies.

It wasn't long before my father was a big movie star. This was in the days before movies had sound. Hollywood was growing by leaps and bounds, and heaps of money were being made. My father had a deluxe apartment at the Hermione, owned a big Italian car completely covered with hand-tooled leather, and kept an African lion as a pet. When talking pictures came in a lot of actors lost their careers because they didn't sound good, but my father continued to be a movie star, only not such a big one. He made some movies in which he played a character called the Baritone Buckaroo. In these movies he was a cowboy who sang. My father couldn't sing, so they had him move his
lips and the singing was done by an opera singer named Lauritz Melchior.

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