The Indian in the Cupboard
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The Indian in the Cupboard is the first of five gripping books about Omri and his plastic North American Indian – Little Bull – who comes alive when Omri puts him in a cupboard
For Omri, it is a dream come true when the plastic American Indian he locks into the old cupboard comes to life. Little Bull is everything an Indian brave should be – proud, fearless and defiant.
But being in charge of a real, live, human being is a heavy responsibility, as Omri soon discovers. And when his best friend, Patrick, is let in on the secret, he soon realises that life-changing decisions lie ahead.
Lynne Reid Banks
Lynne Reid Banks is a best-selling author for children and adults. Her classic children’s novel ‘The Indian in the Cupboard’ has sold nearly six million copies worldwide. She was born in London in 1929 and worked as an actress, writer and TV news reporter. Lynne has written thirty books: her first, ‘The L-Shaped Room’, was published in 1960. She now lives in Dorset, where she continues to write. Lynne says that writing for children comes much more easily than writing for adults.
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Reviews for The Indian in the Cupboard
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- Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5As a child this book made me believe my toys could come to life. I loved all the imagination it brought me.
- Rating: 3 out of 5 stars3/5Remniscent of a Diana Wynne Jones novel in which the unexpected consequences of using magic put the young protagonist in a difficult but usually funny fix.A story in which toy figures come to life is fairly likely to incorporate stereotypes about the figures, since the toy figures more or less embody stereotypes. The WWI medic is just as much a stereotype as the cowboy or the Indian.Whenever Omri gets a wife for Little Bull, however, he is basically acting as a pimp. And the woman whom he brings to life is passive and accepting of her fate, even though she has been dragged from some unknown time and place simply to satisfy Little Bull. Perhaps the old chief who dies of terror was better off.
- Rating: 3 out of 5 stars3/5Smoothly written, dark in the corners, but nothing jaw-dropping. I suppose it was better "back in the day." The contemporary equivalent would be something like William Gibson would write.
- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Omri is given an old medicine cupboard and key, along with a plastic indian for his birthday. Disappointed, he shuts the indian into to the cupboard and turns the key. Something extraordinary happens - the indian awakens. He is not merely a toy come to life, but a real (if minature) person with his own history, transported into Omri’s time. This is the start of an adventure, one in which Omri discovers the value of life. A classic and an enjoyable read.
- Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5I really like this book, it’s the best I’ve read so far - age 7
- Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5I loved this book. Actually my sixth grade teacher read this book to my class, and after so years, I still remember it. I recommend this book for both young readers and adults!
- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The story is great fun and provides enough suspense to readily engage middle grade readers. Adults reading it to younger children may find some of the mystery and devices for building tension far-fetched but it can be enchanting to share the amazement and wonder that LRB creates with her excellent writing.
- Rating: 3 out of 5 stars3/5Classic novel about a young boy who puts a plastic toy Indian into a cupboard and the toy turns into a real Indian. Loved the idea of magic and while the storyline is wonderful, it could be updated a bit. The adults in the story act in unbelievable ways... Otherwise it was an enjoyable if juvenile read...
- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5This book does some really great things, but also some pretty terrible things at the same time. I like Banks' prose style. I like that the Iroquois, Little Bear, refuses to just let the boys make the "you are a generic Indian" mistake. A good read, but I would hope that any parent or teacher would include a unit/chat on the actual history of the time (1889 for Boone, at least) of the characters.
- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5This is the story of a young boy who finds a toy Indian. After putting the toy into a cupboard, it comes to life. From here on out, things are a whirlwind for the boy and the Indian.This is a riveting tale of adventure. I think 3-5 grade would enjoy this read.
- Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5What kid wouldn't want to find out they had the power to bring their toys to life? Of course, as Omri learns, it might not be as great as it seems.This was one of my favorite stories growing up. This particular copy belonged to my sister (I know because she wrote her name in the cover), but it was one of those books we shared. It's been a while since I read this one, so I thought it was about time. After reading about Banks' other tiny wonder, Houdini the Escape Hamster, I figured it was time to check back in with Little Bear and his mini-adventures.The Indian in the Cupboard is one of those books everyone should read at least once in their lives.
- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5White guilt made this hard for me to read. Everything just felt so...wrong: so insulting, stereotypical, and offensive. Once I got past that, it's a rather good story with interesting characters and a thoroughly wonderful plot (a harbinger of Toy Story or a review of Where the Toys Come From). Pretty enjoyable.
- Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5Simply loved this book as a kid. It is a must read. So much imagination crammed into a tiny little cupboard
- Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5A young boy finds a toy Indian in the cupboard. He goes to sleep and the next morning the toy is alive. The toy warns the boy not to put him in the cupboard again. The story goes through many adventures between Omri, the young boy, and making sure the Indian does not harm them. Learning about Native American culture.5-6
- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5This story revolves around a young boy discovering that when he locks a toy plastic Iroquois Indian in an old bathroom cupboard, the figure comes to life. This is a fun book full of magic and is a great read for any kid. After your students have read The Indian and the Cupboard, continue this book unit by doing related lessons, which include a Indian in the Cupboard by Lynne Reid Banks research project and a creative writing activity. Another great idea is to make a cupboard. Decide what you will put in it to transform to a living thing. Write a story/ account of what happens when this item comes to life.
- Rating: 3 out of 5 stars3/5The book was an interesting read. It uses the magical, never quite explained cupboard and key to introduce some key points of American history and culture and race relations. Setting the story in England added another dimension to the story that gave the author reason to add extra explanations to Little Bear and Boone's needs.
- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Brilliant both as a children's book and a coming of age novel. Although it's low fantasy, it feels more like science fiction in drawing out the consequences of an interesting piece of technology. Omri's actions and character transformation are very believable.The only part of the book I didn't enjoy was Patrick's betrayal, and Omri's quick acceptance of his actions. In fact, for all of the times Omri threatened to knock someone's teeth out, I would have thought he'd have tried it at least once.
- Rating: 3 out of 5 stars3/5This is an entertaining, appealing story, in which an immature young man learns to take responsibility and show respect for others’ welfare. Unlike other fantasies which create an entire magical world, the cupboard is the only magical element in this story. Because of its grounding in the everyday, this fantasy has a particular charm, as readers might imagine stumbling across just this kind of magic in their own world.
- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Omri is given an old medicine cupboard and key, along with a plastic indian for his birthday. Disappointed, he shuts the indian into to the cupboard and turns the key. Something extraordinary happens - the indian awakens. He is not merely a toy come to life, but a real (if minature) person with his own history, transported into Omri’s time. This is the start of an adventure, one in which Omri discovers the value of life. A classic and an enjoyable read.
- Rating: 2 out of 5 stars2/5Reading these books again as an adult is kind of sad. Unlike some of the other children's books I've been rereading, they don't seem to have kept their magic, and I'm irritated -- of course -- by the stereotypical and rather racist portrayal of the Indian who Omri brings out of the cupboard. There is at least some engagement with the idea that such a man, brought out of the past as a plastic toy, wouldn't be a toy, and at least some indication that not all Indians would be the same (e.g. the argument over whether he will live in a teepee or a longhouse, although that is annoying on another level because Little Bull eventually decides that Omri's right and he does want a teepee). Little Bull is pretty one dimensional: he speaks in grunts and broken English, he wants a wife to cook for him and who will obey him, he's capricious and wild.
Omri and Patrick, the 'normal size' main characters, are selfish and inconsiderate. Particularly Patrick. I think as a child I might have had some sympathy with him, for the way Omri refused to let him join in and have his own real live little man. Omri is the more responsible of the two, at least. But he also doesn't practice what he preaches. It just... becomes annoying.
The children themselves are reasonably well characterised, actually: they have childish squabbles, hide stuff from their parents, don't always think about the consequences of their actions... But that makes the characterisation of the stereotyped characters even more infuriating.
I'd probably give this one star, if I hadn't loved it so much when I was younger. It does get to keep an extra star, just for that. - Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Fun to read to an 8yr old boy (and myself).
- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5I remember liking these books when I was a kid...it still holds up pretty well, but Frank Oz's movie version is actually better!
- Rating: 3 out of 5 stars3/5This series is such a fun and easy ready. It's a nice story about learning the lesson that sometimes what you wish for isn't always as great as it seems. A young boy finds a magic cupboard that will bring one of his small toys to life and spends an entire series dealing with the consequences and trying to protect the little human. Very entertaining read!
- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5I like this book and enjoyed reading it to my children because it show what happens when something that seems like it would be the coolest thing can turn out to not be so fun. It also demonstrated empathy. I also like that it touches on family and how to take care of one another and how to interact. This is a good read
- Rating: 3 out of 5 stars3/5I can't believe I didn't discover this book as a child. This is such a great read! It has so many different elements and is a really adventurous way of introducing a whole new culture to a young reader!
- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5This book is an interesting look at what happens when something that seems like it would be the coolest thing can turn out to not be so fun once reality hits. It is also interesting to see the empathy that Omri has for these small beings and how he tries to care for them and show Patrick how to care for them too. It also explores the dynamics of their friendship and touches lightly on the familial interactions between son and parents and brother to brother. While this is a book about boys, the story is not for boys alone. Girls will enjoy this story about a 'magical' experience. Boys will definitely love this and may even try locking up their action figures in every cupboard in the house to see what happens. It's a quick and interesting read for those who are easily distracted.
- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Indian in the cupboard was a good book and greatly resembled the movie, which i personally like.
- Rating: 3 out of 5 stars3/5This book sat on the book shelf for a long time and reading this delightful tale today felt as though I found a piece of chocolate in last Winter's coat pocket.I marvel at the creativity that went into the concept of a young boy who is given an old cabinet and a key. When his friend gives him a plastic Indian toy as a birthday present, he locks the toy in the cabinet.Surprised at hearing noises emanating from the cabinet, upon opening the door, a tiny Indian is found alive and kicking with all his might.The spunky Indian is quite demanding while brandishing his teeny knife and stubbornly pouting. Chaos ensues as the young man tries to hide the secret while meeting the needs of his new found friend.Reading this book was wonderful fun. Recommended to anyone who needs a smile on a rainy day.
- Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5The Indian in the Cupboard, is the story of Omri, Little bear and the magic cupboard. It was Omri's birthday when the Indian came to him, much to his dismay. He didn't want him. But with the magic of the cupboard that brings new life to the toy, he soon changes his mind. At one point the Little Bear gets hurt and in a split second decides to put someone else in the cupboard. This let little Bear have help and bandages the right sizes.He wants to keep the cupboard a secret but more people learn of it. It is a fantasy with many magical things happening. It is also about living with the consquence of change.I like the story and would recommend this book
- Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5A wonderfully, imaginative story about a boy and magic cupboard that brings a small, plastic Indian toy to life. The adventure begins and so does Omri's need to keep safe the secret of this cupboard, as well as the secret of the Indian. A classic tale that will remain a favorite. I still remember when my fifth-grade teacher read this book to the class every day after lunch. I was captivated along with everyone else. And, we were all relieved to know that Banks went on to write sequels. Highly recommended and confident kids will love it.
Book preview
The Indian in the Cupboard - Lynne Reid Banks
Chapter One
BIRTHDAY PRESENTS
IT WAS NOT that Omri didn’t appreciate Patrick’s birthday present to him. Far from it. He was really very grateful – sort of. It was, without a doubt, very kind of Patrick to give Omri anything at all, let alone a secondhand plastic Red Indian which he himself had finished with.
The trouble was, though, that Omri was getting a little fed up with small plastic figures, of which he had loads. Biscuit-tinsful, probably three or four if they were all put away at the same time, which they never were because most of the time they were scattered about in the bathroom, the loft, the kitchen, the breakfast-room, not to mention Omri’s bedroom and the garden. The compost heap was full of soldiers which, over several autumns, had been raked up with the leaves by Omri’s mother, who was rather careless about such things.
Omri and Patrick had spent many hours together playing with their joint collections of plastic toys. But now they’d had about enough of them, at least for the moment, and that was why, when Patrick brought his present to school on Omri’s birthday, Omri was disappointed. He tried not to show it, but he was.
Do you really like him?
asked Patrick as Omri stood silently with the Indian in his hand.
Yes, he’s fantastic,
said Omri in only a slightly flattish voice. I haven’t got an Indian.
I know.
I haven’t got any cowboys either.
Nor have I. That’s why I couldn’t play anything with him.
Omri opened his mouth to say, I won’t be able to either,
but, thinking that might hurt Patrick’s feelings, he said nothing, put the Indian in his pocket and forgot about it.
After school there was a family tea, and all the excitement of his presents from his parents and his two older brothers. He was given his dearest wish – a skateboard complete with kick-board and cryptonic wheels from his mum and dad, and from his eldest brother, Adiel, a helmet. Gillon, his other brother, hadn’t bought him anything because he had no money (his pocket-money had been stopped some time ago in connection with a very unfortunate accident involving their father’s bicycle). So when Gillon’s turn came to give Omri a present, Omri was very surprised when a large parcel was put before him, untidily wrapped in brown paper and string.
What is it?
Have a look. I found it in the alley.
The alley was a narrow passage that ran along the bottom of the garden where the dustbins stood. The three boys used to play there sometimes, and occasionally found treasures that other – perhaps richer – neighbours had thrown away. So Omri was quite excited as he tore off the paper.
Inside was a small white metal cupboard with a mirror in the door, the kind you see over the basin in old-fashioned bathrooms.
You might suppose Omri would once again be disappointed, because the cupboard was fairly plain and, except for a shelf, completely empty, but oddly enough he was very pleased with it. He loved cupboards of any sort because of the fun of keeping things in them. He was not a very tidy boy in general, but he did like arranging things in cupboards and drawers and then opening them later and finding them just as he’d left them.
I do wish it locked,
he said.
You might say thank you before you start complaining,
said Gillon.
It’s got a keyhole,
said their mother. And I’ve got a whole boxful of keys. Why don’t you try the smaller ones and see if any of them fit?
Most of the keys were much too big, but there were half a dozen that were about the right size. All but one of these were very ordinary. The un-ordinary one was the most interesting key in the whole collection, small with a complicated lock-part and a fancy top. A narrow strip of red satin ribbon was looped through one of its curly openings. Omri saved that key to the last.
None of the others fitted, and at last he picked up the curly-topped key and carefully put it in the keyhole on the cupboard door, just below the knob. He did hope very much that it would turn, and regretted wasting his birthday-cake-cutting wish on something so silly (or rather, unlikely) as that he might pass his spelling test the next day, which it would take real magic to bring about as he hadn’t even looked at the words since they’d been given out four days ago. Now he closed his eyes and unwished the test-pass and wished instead that this little twisty key would turn Gillon’s present into a secret cupboard.
The key turned smoothly in the lock. The door wouldn’t open.
Hey! Mum! I’ve found one!
Have you, darling? Which one?
His mother came to look. "Oh, that one! How very odd. That was the key to my grandmother’s jewel-box, that she got from Florence. It was made of red leather and it fell to bits at last, but she kept the key and gave it to me. She was most terribly poor when she died, poor old sweetie, and kept crying because she had nothing to leave me, so in the end I said I’d rather have this little key than all the jewels in the world. I threaded it on that bit of ribbon – it was much longer then – and hung it round my neck and told her I’d always wear it and remember her. And I did for a long time. But then the ribbon broke and I nearly lost it."
You could have got a chain for it,
said Omri.
She looked at him. You’re right,
she said. I should have done just that. But I didn’t. And now it’s your cupboard key. Please don’t lose it, Omri, will you.
Omri put the cupboard on his bedside table, and opening it, looked inside thoughtfully. What would he put in it?
It’s supposed to be for medicines,
said Gillon. You could keep your nose-drops in it.
No! That’s just wasting it. Besides, I haven’t any other medicines.
Why don’t you pop this in?
his mother suggested, and opened her hand. In it was Patrick’s Red Indian. I found it when I was putting your trousers in the washing-machine.
Omri carefully stood the Indian on the shelf.
Are you going to shut the door?
asked his mother.
Yes. And lock it.
He did this and then kissed his mother and she turned the light out and he lay down on his side looking at the cupboard. He felt very content. Just as he was dropping off to sleep his eyes snapped open. He had thought he heard a little noise… but no. All was quiet. His eyes closed again.
In the morning there was no doubt about it. The noise actually woke him.
He lay perfectly still in the dawn light staring at the cupboard, from which was now coming a most extraordinary series of sounds. A pattering; a tapping; a scrabbling; and – surely? – a high-pitched noise like – well, almost like a tiny voice.
To be truthful, Omri was petrified. Who wouldn’t be? Undoubtedly there was something alive in that cupboard. At last, he put out his hand and touched it. He pulled very carefully, the door was tight shut. But as he pulled the cupboard moved, just slightly. The noise from inside instantly stopped.
He lay still for a long time, wondering. Had he imagined it? The noise did not start again. At last he cautiously turned the key and opened the cupboard door.
The Indian was gone.
Omri sat up sharply in bed and peered into the dark corners. Suddenly he saw him. But he wasn’t on the shelf any more, he was in the bottom of the cupboard. And he wasn’t standing upright. He was crouching in the darkest corner, half hidden by the front of the cupboard. And he was alive.
Omri knew that immediately. To begin with, though the Indian was trying to keep perfectly still – as still as Omri had kept, lying in bed a moment ago – he was breathing heavily. His bare, bronze shoulders rose and fell, and were shiny with sweat. The single feather sticking out of the back of his headband quivered, as if the Indian were trembling. And as Omri peered closer, and his breath fell on the tiny huddled figure, he saw it jump to its feet; its minute hand made a sudden, darting movement towards its belt and came to rest clutching the handle of a knife smaller than the shaft of a drawing-pin.
Neither Omri nor the Indian moved for perhaps a minute and a half. They hardly breathed either. They just stared at each other. The Indian’s eyes were black and fierce and frightened. His lower lip was drawn down from shining white teeth, so small you could scarcely see them except when they caught the light. He stood pressed against the inside wall of the cupboard, clutching his knife, rigid with terror, but defiant.
The first coherent thought that came into Omri’s mind as he began to get over the shock was, I must call the others!
– meaning his parents and brothers. But something (he wasn’t sure what) stopped him. Maybe he was afraid that if he took his eyes off the Indian for even a moment, he would vanish, or become plastic again, and then when the others came running they would all laugh and accuse Omri of making things up. And who could blame anyone for not believing this unless they saw it with their own eyes?
Another reason Omri didn’t call anyone was that, if he was not dreaming and the Indian had really come alive, it was certainly the most marvellous thing that had ever happened to Omri in his life and he wanted to keep it to himself, at least at first.
His next thought was that he must somehow get the Indian in his hand. He didn’t want to frighten him any further, but he had to touch him. He simply had to. He reached his hand slowly into the cupboard.
The Indian gave a fantastic leap into the air. His black pigtail flew and the air ballooned out his loose-fitting leggings. His knife, raised above his head, flashed. He gave a shout which, even though it was a tiny shout to match his body, was nevertheless loud enough to make Omri jump. But not so much as he jumped when the little knife pierced his finger deeply enough to draw a drop of blood.
Omri stuck his finger in his mouth and sucked it and thought how gigantic he must look to the tiny Indian and how fantastically brave he had been to stab him. The Indian stood there, his feet, in moccasins, planted apart on the white-painted metal floor, his chest heaving, his knife held ready and his black eyes wild. Omri thought he was magnificent.
I won’t hurt you,
he said. I only want to pick you up.
The Indian opened his mouth and a stream of words, spoken in that loud-tiny voice, came out, not one of which Omri could understand. But he noticed that the Indian’s strange grimace never changed – he could speak without closing his lips.
Don’t you speak English?
asked Omri. All the Indians in films spoke a sort of English; it would be terrible if his Indian couldn’t. How would they talk to each other?
The Indian lowered his knife a fraction.
I speak,
he grunted.
Omri breathed deeply in relief. Oh, good! Listen, I don’t know how it happened that you came to life, but it must be something to do with this cupboard, or perhaps the key – anyway, here you are, and I think you’re great, I don’t mind that you stabbed me, only please can I pick you up? After all, you are my Indian,
he finished in a very reasonable tone.
He said all this very quickly while the Indian stared at him. The knife-point went down a little further, but he didn’t answer.
Well? Can I? Say something!
urged Omri impatiently.
"I speak slowly," grunted the miniature Indian at last.
Oh.
Omri thought, and then said, very slowly, Let – me – pick – you – up.
The knife came up again in an instant, and the Indian’s knees bent into a crouch.
No.
"Oh, please."
You touch – I kill!
the Indian growled ferociously.
You might have expected Omri to laugh at this absurd threat from a tiny creature scarcely bigger than his middle finger, armed with only a pin-point. But Omri didn’t laugh. He didn’t even feel like laughing. This Indian – his Indian – was behaving in every way like a real live Red Indian brave, and despite the vast difference in their sizes and strengths, Omri respected him and even, odd as it sounds, feared him at that moment.
Oh, okay, I won’t then. But there’s no need to get angry. I don’t want to hurt you.
Then, as the Indian looked baffled, he said, in what he supposed was Indian-English, Me – no – hurt – you.
"You come near, I hurt you," said the Indian swiftly.
Omri had been half lying in bed all this time. Now, cautiously and slowly, he got up. His heart was thundering in his chest. He couldn’t be sure why he was being cautious. Was it so as not to frighten the Indian, or because he was frightened himself? He wished one of his brothers would come in, or better still, his father… But no one came.
Standing in his bare feet he took the cupboard by its top corners and turned it till it faced the window. He did this very carefully but nevertheless the Indian was jolted, and, having nothing to hold on to, he fell down. But he was on his feet again in a second, and he had not let go of his knife.
Sorry,
said Omri.
The Indian responded with a noise like a snarl.
There was no more conversation for the next few minutes. Omri looked at the Indian in the early sunlight. He was a splendid sight. He was about seven centimetres tall. His blue-black hair, done in a plait and pressed to his head by a coloured headband, gleamed in the