I once owned a copy of Eloise in Moscow, but in my naive and trusting youth I lent it to someone (MMF, if you’re out there, I haven’t forgotten). A recent post in calmgrove about Emil And The Detectives reminded me of Eloise, and I found it in the library. Sadly, it’s not in the lovely original blue and gold edition, but the girl herself is just as much fun as she travels Moscow in the Rolls her grandmother has sent in by rail for her comfort (It is the only sports car I will drive in a Russian blizzard), puts up with the permanent company of Zhenka the interpreter (Is not possible to see here reconstruction. Is blizzard), goes spying in the night (there were quite a few briefcases in Moscow, but they didn’t have anything interesting in them), plays her bongos in the underground (it was rawther effective), visits the Bolshoi (There is rawther a lot of ballet in Moscow) and eats rawther a lot of black caviar from the Caspian Sea. She may be only six years old, but after all her father is a diplomat, she takes the high life in her stride, and she doesn’t miss much (this spy who had been following us with his hat on, for lords sake).
Kay Thompson wrote four Eloise books in the 1950’s and was a singer and voice coach, notably to Judy Garland and other MGM musical stars. The joyous illustrations are by Hilary Knight.