I found myself fascinated with The Bloody Chamber. I enjoy
that whole genre of rewrites of fairy tales. The original fairy tales as
written by the Grimm Brothers are not really pleasant stories that we because of
Disney tend to think of when the term fairy tale comes to mind. Angela Carter’s
version of the Bloody Chamber in many ways bridged the gap between the two
styles to me. There was still a lot of negative non fairy tale elements. The
reason that she wanted to marry Bluebeard was never because she loved him. She completely
avoided that question when her mom asked her before she was married. There was
the discovery of the horrible chamber with all the dead corpses of his past
brides. Yet there was the piano turner that was basically her prince. He loved
her, but was unable to do anything to protect her. He was completely helpless
to do anything but to sit back and let her die. Yet a very traditional fairy
tale element is evident – the happy ending. She gets to live comfortably with
the man that she loves ---happily ever after. I really like that the one to
save her is her mother. There was no male that had to come in to save the day,
it was another woman. She was still very much helpless which is the thing that
is most annoying about fairy tale princesses, the fact that they are unable to
anything for themselves; they sit around and wait for their prince to rescue
them. I really enjoyed this story.
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Friday, November 30, 2012
Novel Love
Rushdi sees the novel as pretty much the best thing out
there. His line saying that it feels the god shaped holes makes it seem like he
has replaced religion with novels. I love a good novel so I get where he is
coming from to some extent. There is something wonderful about a well written
novel. The ability to enter another world through someone else’s eyes can teach
lessons in ways that are impossible to learn through your own eyes.
The point that he makes that we discussed in class about
because the interpretation and understanding of the novel happen within the
mind is a little bit of a slippery concept for me. I understand it and agree at
the same time I feel like I need to disagree with him a little bit. It is true
that the formation of the novel is within the writers head and that affords all
kinds of freedom that isn’t possible in many other ways, and you will have
different people read the exact same novel and have different interpretations
and understandings because it was processed in their own brain. Even the same
person reading the same novel at different times can get something new and
great out of it the second time around. However it is not an impermeable paradise
that Rushdie seems to think it is. What we think is influenced by the world
around us and the people we are in contact with. Still it’s a cool thing to
think about that we get to interact with the novel solely on our own terms.
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