Sometimes in my wanderings I get to meet cool people. People who may or may not think am cool too. I leave them with my blog address and some pass by, some do not. No hard feelings at all. There is that minority which passes by and comes back. They keep doing it until they stick.
@esther_kariuki is one such person. I met her at some event I was covering last year in Safari Park. We talked a little about rock music and literature then parted after I gave her my blog address. Later she tracked me and became a regular reader here. She writes too but she does not blog. I convinced her to do a guest post and here it is.
LIFE IS A FAIRY TALE
For most of us book-lovers, correction, word-lovers, our first
introduction to beautiful literature was the popular Fairy Tales. I can
attribute my zealous passion for reading to my mother. It’s the same for
most people.
Since I discovered the truth about my most treasured stories (which was
not long ago), I’ve grown to loathe them by the passing hour. I do not
look back at the years I’ve fantasized about a ‘happily ever after’
ending of my life with nostalgia but rather with disgust. Memories of
the Sunday mornings I’d extend my stay in bed painting mental pictures
of blissful life I wish to blot out permanently. If erasing memories is
an art to be mastered I’d eagerly sign up for classes.
These modified tales that we’ve all at some point read all have a
universal gospel that GOOD triumphs over EVIL. This teaching is not too
different from what religion preaches, I believe. If were upto me
children would never be exposed to such falsities. Life is not an apple
pie. These books do not equip anyone for the wicked world we’re living
in. They just go about making folks stupidly innocent and absurdly
fantastical.
You can’t blame one for living in their own Utopia only to be knocked
back to reality by some unpleasant real world experience. You really
can’t, not with the ideas drummed in from the kind of books they read.
BUT if we were to read the original Fairy Tales we would have less
naivety circumscribing us. Gruesome or not they depict how vile man can
be. They’d awaken every nerve in a person and make them as never
imagined.
I was at first appalled by the tales but I realize now that they are
not mere sick imaginations of authors. They hold so much truth if
pondered critically.
The original version of ‘The Little Red Riding Hood’ by Charles
Perrault is an interesting one. In the first place, little red riding
hood is a young lady and not a child as in the modified version. She
heeds the advice of a wolf and ends up dead as the wolf eats her. The
moral is clear, not to trust strangers.
Hans Christian Andersan’s ‘Little Mermaid’ depicts a reality that most
people shudder from facing. Ariel, the mermaid, falls in love with Erick
but as is the case in real life, her love is not reciprocated. Erick
instead marries a princess. The depressed Ariel commits suicide most
probably out of depression. Some might argue that children should not be
introduced to such strong ideas of death but I’d say a lesson might be
learnt. Rejection is always a possibility and aware of this fact one
will be better placed to face it.
My favourite fairy tale is ‘Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs’. In the
original version, when the wicked queen ordered the huntsman to murder
poor Snow White, she demanded her lungs and liver. They were not only to
serve as evidence of the killing but they’d also be served as dinner!
Obviously she had to suffer for this, and her punishment? The queen was
to dance to her death with red hot iron shoes on. I do not for a minute
advocate for inhuman corporal punishment but it does go on.
‘Sleeping Beauty’s’ original version made me shed a tear but that’s life for you; A Fairy Tale, wicked.
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