The Invention of Hugo Cabret is an illustrated novel which I would call a “picture book novel.” The illustrations function much like illustrations function in a picture book: the story is incomplete without them. I loved Selznick’s pencil drawings and found reading a “picture book novel” absolutely delightful. The medium fit the story perfectly.
In The Invention of Hugo Cabret, recently orphaned Hugo lives in the Paris train station, where he maintains the clocks. Hugo has a secret item relating to his father’s death that he feels he must repair, and therefore he feels he must steal. When the owner of the toy booth catches him stealing, Hugo loses his precious notebook. In the process of striving to recover the notebook, he begins a journey where he finds the truth about his secret.
To me, the story felt like a Disney sitcom: people just happened to be in the right place at the right time; the characters didn’t seem well developed or substantive; the characters overreact to just about everything. The story and characters didn’t feel realistic. The illustrations, on the other hand, were the opposite: the characters were incredibly detailed and intriguing; I wanted to see them; I wanted to learn more about them; I felt drawn in to the setting. Because the quality of the story didn’t match the quality of the illustrations, I was somewhat bothered.
I concede that because I am not a child, I cannot give an “objective” review of a children’s book. For me, then, the question is whether or not I’d encourage my child to read this book. To that, I can whole-heartedly answer “Yes.” Despite its failings, The Invention of Hugo Cabret is an intriguing medium for a story, and the excellent illustrations make reading it worthwhile.