Fairy tales eh!
How many of us developed our love of words,
imagination and desire to read on the strength of those folk tales gathered,
collected and read to us as small children. For some of us the desire to read
translates into writing, to create our own worlds of fantasy.
Six decades plus ago my fairy tales were
truly horrendous, not just in the content but the, sparse, illustrations in our
books were, on the whole, black and white reproductions of wood cuts. Disney had begun to dress favourite tales up
in pink gossamer but he hadn't reached my neck of the woods in any real
way. I cut my teeth on grim and loved
every word.
But, and there is always a but in my life:)
I am a child of justice and fair play, my
normal childish desire for it strengthened by my father’s legal training. The
one thing that most of the fairy stories aren't is ‘just’ – well not in the
sense of justice for all parties.
Of course fairy tales were folk tales
first, not children’s tales. They were
the tales of the common people, told among themselves. Tales told to reinforce, educate, justify,
entertain themselves, moral tales to keep us in our place and teach us to
accept our lot. Tales told to record the
innate injustice of poverty, hunger and age (young and old). Tales to rail bitterly against the ‘throw
away-ness’ worth of their lives, to explain the unexplainable, to pass the
blame of life onto others. The common
people lived dark insecure brutal lives and so their stories reflected this. Sometimes
there would be a happy ever after story
to offer hope to the hopeless. I didn't know any of this as a child so I railed
against the injustice of the stories.
My idea of justice was a trifle skewered, a
trifle off center My idea of the underdog was often just that – the under
‘dog’ – I didn't as a child feel great empathy towards people, but animals,
well, that was a different matter all together.
So let us take the wolf, a misunderstood, misrepresented and persecuted
underdog if ever there was. I would argue with passion, to anyone who would
listen, that it was unjust to kill an animal for doing what came naturally –
eating.
People or pigs it mattered not. Why was it considered a ‘good’ ending to chop
of the wolf’s head or boil it alive in a cooking pot, why acceptable to rip open
the wolf or stuff it in a barrel and send it hurtling down mountain slopes to
be battered into tiny pieces. It was WRONG,
in so many ways. All the wolf wanted to
do was secure a good meal. To my mind it
was the people who were stupid and cruel.
If they insisted on living alone in dark woods where wolves lived
then- duh - they deserved to be
attacked, if pigs insisted on living in insubstantial, sub standard hovels then
- duh - they were ripe for the eating. Well, in my childish mind they were,
reinforcing my low opinion of adults even more:)
NB – you see how odd my thoughts – talking
wolves didn't bother me a bit:) an authors brain even then!
So, wolves had a bad press – don’t even get
me started on age-ism and specie-ism!
Well, that's a different take, and frankly, one I have often embraced myself. Tell us what you have on the go right now.
Right now? Very well, here's the official blurb and an excerpt:
The
Fiddling Feline, the Flea and the Frog et al. by Alberta Ross
My new collection of Tales offers a handful of Once Upon a Time stories. Twisted,
slightly shuffled to one side and wrapped in a modern day perspectives.
Find
good and evil in equal measure.
Discover
greed and vanity.
Cheer
the lovelorn and boo the wicked.
Observe
the shape shifters, princesses and talking animals.
Watch
as revenge is sought for a past time and justice demanded for an ignored
crime.
Ponder
the truths that can be found in all fairy tales and myths.
Take
nothing for granted, these well crafted tales may sound cosy as you begin, but
watch out. As a summer breeze these
redefined fairy tales can turn in an instant to a tempest.
Sit
back and enjoy them.
Excerpts
from The Fiddling Feline, the Flea and
the Frog et al.
from
‘Once Upon a Time.’
Adora chose the conditions. If she was
going to marry, it was to be to someone who would die for her. Well not
literally, you understand; what would be the point of a dead husband? She had
thought for the longest time on what they had to do to win her hand. Came up with the perfect answer. She had bustled off to tell her younger
sister.
Come on, all beautiful
princesses have a younger sister; pretty enough but dimmed into insignificance
by the brilliance of an older sibling. They are, of course, nicer in character;
rather worthy in their actions. You know the stuff, feeding the poor, sobbing
over dead fledglings and practicing to be a prop to their elderly fathers in
their declining years. Well Princess Adora was no exception, she had one of
them. Princess Jenny. Pretty plain name, for a pretty plain girl. If looked at quickly you would dismiss her as
plain dowdy and of no great worth.
Jenny would sigh, as she sat
on the castle window sills gazing out across the plains before. She would spin
meagre dreams of future happiness, of a suitor of her own. She knew these were
impossible dreams. Adora eclipsed all. Jenny would sigh as she looked at
herself in her small mirror, she tried to find a trace of beauty and indeed
sometimes she managed to find a smidge of pretty. ‘Pretty things do not always
come in pretty packages’ her old nurse used to tell her favourite as she
brushed the mid-brown undistinguished hair. ‘Beauty from inside will last
longer than that from the outside.’ Or ‘ Your time to shine will come
unexpectedly one day, you see if it doesn't.’ Old nurses tended to speak thus.
from
‘Here a bite, there a bite, everywhere a bite, bite.’
Anyway. Castle, riches, a bride and an
elderly king, as in-law, life was growing sweeter by the month. The boy wasn't a good husband, he was a dolt, you know it. Where would he have gained any
knowledge, any polish? I mean his brothers were good honest tradesmen, with
some business guile, but they would be the first to admit they were not
courtier material and their brother didn't even have half their brain or
gumption. If the whole court hadn't been besotted by Sith the boy wouldn't have
been given the time of day or, if he had, would soon have been discovered as a
fraudster and hung by his toenails until he deservedly died.
His bride was a shy, retiring
sort of a girl; unsure and untried. Her groom, as I said, a dolt. He knew his
ignorance and strove to hide his inadequacies with bravado, loud-voiced
opinions and instant violence if any, especially his wife, disagreed. Well,
that was life back then.
My books may be purchased
as print
copies from
The Fiddling
Feline, the Flea and the Frog et al will be available as e-book at beginning of
December 2012
at
in all
formats
and at
in the
kindle store
Thanks for that, Alberta. This is one that is at the top of my list to acquire. Now, since I know how shy you are, let me tell the folks all about you. :)
BIO
Alberta
spent the first part of her adult life
travelling the world, the middle years studying and now has settled down to
write. From the first part she has endless photographs, memories and friends.
From the second a BSc Hons, an MA and
friends. Now in this part everything comes together.
Over the years her interests have expanded, as has her book and music collection. A short list would include reading (almost anything) science, opera, folk, gardening, philosophy, crazy patchwork, freeform crochet, ethics, social history, cooking (and eating of course) gardening, anthropology, climate change and sustainability.
Alberta says the best gift her parents gave her, apart from a love of reading and music, was an interest and curiosity in everything which, in itself, has become a total inability to be bored and for this she is always grateful.
Over the years her interests have expanded, as has her book and music collection. A short list would include reading (almost anything) science, opera, folk, gardening, philosophy, crazy patchwork, freeform crochet, ethics, social history, cooking (and eating of course) gardening, anthropology, climate change and sustainability.
Alberta says the best gift her parents gave her, apart from a love of reading and music, was an interest and curiosity in everything which, in itself, has become a total inability to be bored and for this she is always grateful.
Social Network sites:
Blogs:
http://albertaross.co.uk web site
http://sefutychronicles-albertaross.blogspot.com
for background to the writing of Alberta’s publications
http://www.didyoueverkissafrog.typepad.com
for whatever takes her fancy
http://albertaross.wordpress.com
for all things writing
Alberta
can also be found on:
and
The Fiddling Feline, the Flea and the Frog et al is visiting
other blogs over the next two weeks
http://
http://www.prudencemacleod.com
on the 29/30 November TBC
http://thegirdleofmelian.blogspot.co.uk
on the 2nd December
http://theindieexchange.com
on the 3rd December
http://www.virginiajennings.webs.com
on the 5th December
http://mrsbongle.wordpress.com
on the 6th December
http://indiebookexchange.blogspot.co.uk
on the 12th December
There will be six e-book copies of The Fiddling Feline, the
Flea and the Frog et al up for grabs at the end of this mini tour – winners
will be selected randomly from those who comment. I can offer print copies only to UK
residents.
I love hearing the "early development" stories of other writers and seeing how their childhoods influenced what they write. Thank you for introducing us to Alberta, and thank you, Alberta, for sharing your story.
ReplyDeleteHi Marcy, I quite enjoy Alberta's work and an pleased someone else will now discover her.
Deletethank you for reading Marcy - I am lucky, I think, in that my childhood is so very clear still, even after so many decades:)
DeleteLovely guest post, Alberta! I love reading fairy tales and folk tales both, and retellings are so much fun!
ReplyDeleteHi Deniz, thanks for stopping by. As a fellow fairy tale fan, you are always welcome here. Have a great weekend!
Deleteso much part of all our lives aren't they - in whatever guise. I hope folk will enjoy my re-tellings:)
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