I wrote this paper for a class I am taking on the history of The Hobbit. I was rather pleased that I still remember how to write academic papers…
The Hero’s Quest and Cycle of Feminine Power in The Princess and the Goblin
Faerie stories are replete with women whose underlying message is often that they must be divorced from their power to be of true worth. Traditionally, faerie story heroines depend on their ability to secure a man’s protection. One story that may be viewed through a more empowering lens is George MacDonald’s The Princess and the Goblin. Princess Irene and her Great-Grandmother each serve as two separate facets of the Triple Goddess cycle of feminine power, representing the Maiden and the Crone, respectively. Irene undertakes a Maiden’s Quest and in doing so, manifests her own feminine identity and power.Read More »
2016 crouched like a toad in the mud, hidden from prying eyes. Its poison was well hidden, too, avoided too late. The sting and burn of the toxic darts pierce skin and vein and release death upon the unwitting, innocent, while the hateful and cruel wait, ready to plunder and pillage what is left in the aftermath.
I don’t know how the brains of all reading addicts work. But for my own brain, we will often read a story together, my brain and I, then go on a tangent, and make up a new story about something it just saw in the book we’re reading. I’m not talking about writing fanfiction, though that has often happened as well. I’m talking about reading a scene, or even a single line, and wanting an entirely new story completely separate from the novel as a whole, totally unrelated to the story, based just on that singular line. Maybe there is a proper term for it, but in my head I’ve always referred to it as a story by a line.Read More »
The bimonthly meetings of the AZ Historical Novel Society are always interesting and informative. At lest, I have always found them to be so. The meeting this month, though, was especially awesome this time. Windy Lynn Harris, an editor at The Review Review and prolific author herself (she has 80+ short stories and essays published), was our guest speaker. It is possible that there has been a cooler speaker in recent months, but I’ll be damned if I could tell you who it was. Windy was amazing! You should check out her website.Read More »
The bi-monthly meeting of the AZ Chapter of the Historical Novel Society featured a lovely presentation by author Donis Casey. Our chapter leader, Judith Starkston, calls her ‘the master of dialogue,’ and after the meeting this weekend, I’m not sure I can entirely disagree with that. Donis’ talk was terrific, and I learned so much!Read More »
Once upon a time, there was a little girl who just wanted to explore. At first, she could really only explore a very small area, her crib, and she was very familiar with all the soft corners of her little world. She often observed the room about her, and had quite long talks with the friends who lived in the room with her. Some were on the nearby battered old dresser, and some were in the chest of toys that had held many previous generations of toys, and some hung upon the walls and kept watch over her as she slept at night.
As she got older, the girl began to explore the rest of the room, and then the whole house, learning all its nooks and crannies and wonderful hiding spots where she could tell her secrets to her best friend, the little stuffed blue-grey elephant who followed her everywhere. Eventually the girl got Big Enough to explore Outside. Outside included places like The Park and The Zoo and the remote and fantastical location called Disneyland. It also included places like School and The Doctor’s Office, and these the girl tolerated because her mother told her she must, although really she liked School because she could learn about all the Other Places she would be able to explore when she was Big Enough.
And so it came to pass that one day the girl rose from her bed and realised she was a Grown-Up, and that she had finished all her School and had done All The Things her mother said she ought to do. Now she was Old Enough to go explore the Whole World and see all the gardens and butterflies, and swim in all the seas and see all the bright fish, and sample all the tastiest foods and sweetest desserts from all the Other Places she had learned about. And so she did, and she wrote all her experiences down in a book and sold it, and kept living her life. And one day, many years later, her book made its way into the hands of another little girl who just wanted to explore.