Once Upon A Fairytale: Modern Retellings of Classic Fairytales
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As adults, we keep returning to them again and again in film, in theatre, and in books. How many romantic comedies do stories like "Beauty and the Beast" and "Cinderella" inspire? Countless thrillers have a quest and danger in the style of "Little Red Riding Hood" or "The Little Mermaid."
"Once Upon A Fairytale" is a collection of poems, short stories and songs that look at some of the oldest folktales through a modern lens, finding some struggles remain the same despite the passage of time.
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Once Upon A Fairytale - Patricia Danaher
Mythology
Introduction
F
airytales are the first stories most of us ever hear. As children, we absorb the pluck of children in the face of adult perfidy, cheering the heroism of "Hansel and Gretel" or Beauty and the Beast.
Counterpoised by the wickedness and cruelty of parents, stepmothers, and wolves in sheep’s clothing, children’s wiliness usually leaves them unharmed, if not heroic. And the stories make for satisfying reading. Scary but satisfying when read as children, fairytales when encountered in adulthood often seem chilling to us in ways they did not before.
We never forget the tales we are told as children. Most of us will happily reread or rewatch them again when we are older. The archetypal structure of these stories has a satisfying, if troubling, tilt. To be a child in the world of fairytales is often perilous and terrifying. Someone or something seems to constantly try to kill or eat you or marry you off. Parents, especially the feminine, are often lethal.
The Brothers Grimm, Hans Christian Andersen, and Charles Perrault did a massive service to the Western psyche in collecting and writing down the fairy and folktales. As adults, we keep returning to them again and again in film, in theatre, and in books. How many romantic comedies do stories like Beauty and the Beast
and Cinderella
inspire? Countless thrillers have a quest and danger in the style of Little Red Riding Hood
or The Little Mermaid.
Once Upon a Fairytale is a deliberate, modern retelling of several of these classic fairytales, with a fable and a song thrown into the mix. Seeing the response to this anthology delighted me. I hope the reader will recognize how a good yarn, well told, neither ages nor goes out of fashion.
Patricia Danaher
Director of Harvardwood Publishing
The Golden Ticket
By Jonathan Demson
J
ones woke up the morning of his fiftieth birthday and realized that he had achieved nothing in his life. Though he was estranged from his wife, Margaret, they continued to live under the same roof because he was unemployed and could not afford his own place. The house had been given to Margaret by her father, Ned, a successful small-town businessman who had never liked Jones and insisted on putting the house in Margaret’s name.
In order to remain living in the house, Jones had been forced to accept the most onerous terms, including allowing Margaret to supervise his spending. At the age of 50, Jones was forbidden by his own wife from having a credit card. He was given a small cash allowance for incidental expenses, but even that was closely scrutinized by Margaret, who got the money from her father and therefore felt entitled to treat Jones like an irresponsible teenager.
Jones was also required to call Margaret twice a day so that she could keep tabs on him. Failure to call at the appointed time was punishable by fresh layers of humiliation. First, she would yell at him. Next, he would be assigned a week’s worth of additional chores around the house. Finally—and this was the worst part—he would be required to draft a memorandum explaining why he had failed to call and the steps he was taking to ensure that it never happened again.
Margaret’s brother, Ken, was Jones’ college classmate and lived two streets over with his wife, Sheila, who was pretty and had a nice body. Jones could never understand why she had married Ken. Jones met Ken during freshman week and took an immediate hating to him. Ken took for granted his own future success and had the infuriating habit of suggesting career paths for Jones that Ken considered beneath himself.
The truth was that neither had done particularly well, but Ken had done a little better than Jones and lorded it over him. Now that Jones had been laid off from his most recent job, Ken liked to come over to the house on Saturday mornings and bug him. Ken would talk about work or some vacation he was planning with Sheila—topics calculated to embarrass Jones. Sometimes Ken would pretend to forget that Jones had been laid off and ask him how work was going, only to feign sudden recollection—Oh, that’s right, I’m forgetting.
Jones suspected that Ken did not have very much money either, but Jones was vulnerable on that issue and had to take Ken’s condescension on the chin.
For her part, Margaret always provided Ken with the reactions he needed to maximize Jones’ discomfort. If Ken was rambling on about some project at work, Margaret would gasp, praising his hard work and achievements, and then, glancing derisively at Jones, remark in a surly voice, At least one of the men in this room is a productive member of society.
If Ken were describing some resort hotel where he and Sheila had spent the long weekend, Margaret would moan with exaggerated envy and then glare at Jones in silent reproach for his inability to provide the same for her. Ken made no effort to cloak his delight and satisfaction with these little weekend pageants.
Occasionally, Jones’ rage brought him to the verge of a searing rejoinder. Then he would remember Margaret’s tight grip and blood-curdling punishments, which were never far from the forefront of his thoughts, and bite his tongue, enduring the latest indignity in silence.
Jones’ sole remaining pleasure in life was his secret purchase each Friday afternoon, when Margaret was at therapy, of a lottery ticket. In order to escape Margaret’s scrutiny, Jones had to settle for one of the smaller lotteries. The prize was a paltry million, but the ticket cost only five dollars, which was about as much as he could spend on a weekly basis without having to account for it. Jones knew that he would almost certainly never win, but that weekly fantasy of suddenly coming into a million dollars was what kept him going for the rest of the week.
Jones would wait until he heard the front door close and the car pull out of the driveway, which was the signal to hurry over to the corner store a few blocks away and purchase the ticket. He then had about half an hour to hide in the back of the store until it was time to call Margaret, at precisely five o’clock, and provide a detailed account of his movements since the morning call—carefully omitting any mention of his trip to the corner store.
Of late, Jones had to be extra careful, as Ken had taken to spying on him in the hopes of finding out something juicy to report back to Margaret. Ken would even arrange to leave work at odd times just to catch Jones unawares, so there was almost no time during the week that Jones was safe.
But the danger was worth it. Holding the newly acquired lottery ticket delicately with both hands as if carrying some ancient and precious parchment, Jones would retreat to the dry goods aisle in the back of the store. There he would stand, staring adoringly at the ticket in the dim, yellow-green light of an overhead lamp coated with decades of dust and muck and dead flies. The shelves in this part of the store were crammed with bags of rice, bacon bits, and breadcrumbs that had not been disturbed for years. Dusty cans of some unidentifiable, foreign legume mixture stood next to plastic containers of some universally shunned brand of ketchup. Such goods having no relevance to the livelihood of the store, the proprietors, two Lebanese brothers, never took the slightest interest in what Jones did back there.
This gloomy alcove hardly seemed like anyone’s idea of a secret garden, with its filthy, unswept floor and stale air. For Jones, it was hallowed ground. There, in that forgotten, little, private space, he was free to imagine a World suddenly made perfect: His debts paid off, Margaret run over by a dump truck or devoured by wolves, a stunning, new penthouse apartment, Ken fired, arrested, and divorced