favorite illustrations by leo & diane dillon from the girl who dreamed only geese, and other tales of the Far North
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favorite illustrations by leo & diane dillon from the girl who dreamed only geese, and other tales of the Far North
Angela Carterās The Magic Toyshop as an adaptation of Cathy Lintonās plot: Melanie the upper class girl fallen from grace after āmarrying the shadowsā, orphaned and forced to live in an house that constitutes its own universe, heavy with secrets and abuse, under a tyrant uncle, who hates her father (and by extension her) because of a quasi incestuos affection for her mother, is repulsed and attracted by a young man in the house. At the end she realizes that theyāre tied together forever, the only survivors of the destroyed household.
āIn fairy tales, form is your function and function is your form. If you donāt spin the straw into gold or inherit the kingdom or devour all the oxen or find the flour or get the professorship, you drop out of the fairy tale, and fall over its edge into an endless, blank forest where there is no other function for you, no alternative career. The future for the sons who donāt inherit the kingdom is vanishment. What happens when your skills are no longer needed for the sake of the fairy tale? A great gust comes and carries you away. In fairy tales, the king is the king. If he dethrones, his bones clatter into a heap and vanish. Loosen the seams of the stepmother, and reach in. Nothing but stepmother inside. Even when the princess is cinders and ash, she is still entirely princess.ā
ā Sabrina Orah Mark, āFuck the Bread. The Bread is Over.ā in The Paris Review
dude last night was a feminist retelling of a classic tale
In its ability to destabilize a sense of coherent self-identity, to disorient the self-positing subject, even if only momentarily, the uncanny does stand in conceptual proximity to the sublime. However, rather than mimicking or re-representing sublime awe, uncanny encounters with frightening others (or with the otherness, the strangeness, of oneself) bring back something past, yet in altered form. Like the sublime, the uncanny involves an encounter with otherness; a sublation between subject and object takes place. But while the sublime entails the awareness of oneās own lack of understanding,Ā the uncanny is a moment of understanding all too well, a mistake or malfunction of memory that simultaneously reveals something real. In the broadest sense, it demonstrates that no matter how alienated or dissociated we may feel from the past, from others, and from our own selves, these entities all belong to us and we to them.
Laurie Ruth Johnson, Aesthetic Anxiety
angela carter's introduction for my mother she killed me, my father he ate me
maria tatar holding one hand jack zipes holding the other thatās how iām still standing
āIt has a language, but not one I knowā¦I am asking you to study the dark.ā
ā Anne Carson, PlainwaterĀ
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