“Who’s that I see walkin’ in these woods?”
Sam the Sam sings “Hey there, Little Red Riding Hood”
The Thaumaturgy Department
thaumaturg
Main Entry: thau·ma·turg
Pronunciation: \ˈthȯ-mə-ˌtərj\
Function: noun
Etymology: French, from New Latin thaumaturgus, from Greek thaumatourgos working miracles, from thaumat-, thauma miracle + ergon work — more at Theater, Work
Main Entry: thau·ma·turg
Pronunciation: \ˈthȯ-mə-ˌtərj\
Function: noun
Etymology: French, from New Latin thaumaturgus, from Greek thaumatourgos working miracles, from thaumat-, thauma miracle + ergon work — more at Theater, Work
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The wolf, now piously old and good,
When again he met Red Riding Hood
Spoke: “Incredible, my child,
What kinds of stories are spread. They’re wild.
As though there were, so the lie is told,
A dark murder affair of old.
The Brothers Grimm are the ones to blame.
Confess! It wasn’t half as bad as they claim.”
Little Red Riding Hood saw the wolf’s bite
And stammered: “You’re right, quite right.”
Whereupon the wolf, heaving many a sigh,
Gave kind regards to Granny and waved good-bye.
Original "Little Red" goes back Into the Woods
Rehearsal video and interview with Danielle Ferland, who appeared in the original Broadway production of Into the Woods as Little Red—now returning as the Baker’s Wife in Mark Lamos’ co-production between CENTERSTAGE and Westport Country Playhouse.
7 of Grimm's Fairy Tales That Would Make Great Movies
Do we shape stories, or do stories shape us? After going through much of my mammoth collection of Grimm’s Fairy Tales, I think it’s more often the latter. Fairy Tales, in their original non-Disneyesque glory, are dark and disturbing morality tales that have as much relevance today as they did when the Grimm brothers first started collecting them. Many of our ideas about horror, super heroes, science fiction, and even serial killers come from Fairy Tales. Some of them are so insightful on how people behave, that it’s simply stunning; but Hollywood doesn’t seem to care much about those stories…..
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EVIDENCE
By Vivian Vande Velde
If the coach turned back into a pumpkin
And the coachman into a rat
And the footmen into mice,
One can only wonder
Why the glass slippers alone remained untouched by magic’s ebbing tide.
Obviously a set-up.
But by whom?
The fairy godmother’s ability
Didn’t extend beyond midnight.
And where would a cinder girl
Have ever gotten shoes like that?
Could they possibly have been a secret gift
From the stepmother,
Eager to get her out of the house,
Tired of her unrelenting goodness,
And beauty,
And cheerfulness
(not to mention all that singing)?
Illuminating Childhood
Illuminating Childhood: Portraits in Fiction, Film, and Drama by (Professor) Ellen Handler Spitz
Experiencing the phases of childhood through art
YA Cover Trends and the Fairy Tale Archetype
There were so many fascinating comments on my post about the dead-girl trend in YA book cover design that I hardly know where to begin addressing them. But as I ambled over to the coffee shop where I write these posts, something about the sight of winter branches and the feel of warm air that lies of springtime turned my thoughts to fairy tales, and from fairy tales back to this discussion.
Gorgeous Grimm: 130 Years of Brothers Grimm Visual Legacy -- The Best Illustrations from 130 Years of Brothers Grimm Fairy Tales
Gorgeous Grimm: 130 Years of Brothers Grimm Visual Legacy by Maria Popova
What evil stepmothers and conniving wolves have to do with understanding the future of reading.
“How Some Children Played at Slaughtering”
“How Some Children Played at Slaughtering”
The pioneering collection of fairy tales published by Jacob and Wilhelm Grimm in the first half of the 19th century reflects both the romantic interest in the national past—that is, in the cultural origins and “childhood” of the German people—and the burgeoning efforts to create a literature tailored to the perceived needs of children. “How Some Children Played at Slaughtering” encompasses two stories included in the first edition of Grimms’ collection (vol. 1, 1812). The brothers’ decision to withdraw the tales from subsequent editions provides insights into the Grimms’ generic conception of the fairy tale and debates about appropriate reading material for children. The two stories themselves shed light on the ways in which adults construct ideas about childhood.
Source: Grimm, Jacob, and Wilhelm Grimm. “How Some Children Played at Slaughtering.” In The Complete Fairy Tales of the Brothers Grimm, translated by Jack Zipes, 600-01. Expanded 3rd ed. New York: Bantam, 2003. Original German: Grimm, Jacob, and Wilhelm Grimm. “Wie Kinder Schlachtens miteinander gespielt haben.” In Kinder- und Hausmärchen gesammelt durch die Brüder Grimm, Vol. 1, 101-03. Berlin: Realschulbuchhandlung, 1812.
How Some Children Played at Slaughtering
I
In a city named Franecker, located in West Friesland, some young boys and girls between the ages of five and six happened to be playing with one another. They chose one boy to play a butcher, another boy to play was to be a cook, and a third boy was to be a pig. Then they chose one girl to be a cook and another girl her assistant. The assistant was to catch the blood of the pig in a little bowl so they could make sausages. As agreed, the butcher now fell upon the little boy playing the pig, threw him to the ground, and slit his throat open with a knife, while the assistant cook caught the blood in her little bowl.
A councilman was walking nearby and saw this wretched act. He immediately took the butcher with him and led him into the house of the mayor, who instantly summoned the entire council. They deliberated about this incident and did not know what they should do to the boy, for they realized it had all been part of a children’s game. One of the councilmen, an old wise man, advised the chief judge to take a beautiful red apple in one hand and a Rhenish gulden in the other. Then he was to call the boy and stretch out his hands to him. If the boy took the apple, he was to be set free. If he took the gulden, he was to be killed. The judge took the wise man’s advice, and the boy grabbed the apple with a laugh. Thus he was set free without any punishment.
II
There once was a father who slaughtered a pig, and his children saw that. In the afternoon, when they began playing, one child said to the other, “you be the little pig, and I’ll be the butcher.” He then took a shiny knife and slit his little brother’s throat.
Their mother was upstairs in a room bathing another child, and when she heard the cries of her son, she immediately ran downstairs. Upon seeing what had happened, she took the knife out of her son’s throat and was so enraged that she stabbed the heart of the other boy, who had been playing the butcher. Then she quickly ran back to the room to tend to her child in the bathtub, but while she was gone, he had drowned in the tub. Now the woman became so frightened and desperate that she did not allow the neighbors to comfort her and finally hung herself. When her husband came back from the fields and saw everything, he became so despondent that he died soon after.
Jacob and Wilhelm Grimm, “”How Some Children Played at Slaughtering” [Children’s Literature],” in Children and Youth in History, Item #113, http://chnm.gmu.edu/cyh/primary-sources/113 (accessed February 4, 2012). Annotated by Donald Haase
“ As early as I could remember it was the habit of the men folks particularly to gather on the store porch of evenings and swap stories. Even the women folk would stop and take a breath with them at times. As a child when I was sent down to Joe Clarke’s store, I’d drag out my leaving as long as possible in order to hear more.
~Zora Neale Hurston, Dust Tracks on a Road
Petrosinella, or for the love of parsley
“THERE was once upon a time a woman named Pascadozzia, who was in the family way; and as she was standing one day at a window, which looked into the garden of an ogress, she saw a beautiful bed of parsley, for which she took such a longing that she was on the point of fainting away; and being unable to resist her desire, she watched until the ogress went out, and then plucked a handful of it. But when the ogress came home, and was going to cook her pottage, she found that some one had been at the parsley, and said, “Ill luck to me but I’ll catch this long-fingered rogue, and make him repent it, and teach him to his cost that every one should eat off his own platter, and not meddle with other folks’ cups.”
The rest of this marvelous Rapunzel variation, told in an 1850s translation of a Renaissance Italian original, is right here to read and enjoy. Which we’re busily doing as we start assembling material for a spring production of Sondheim’s Into the Woods at CENTERSTAGE.
