
Hans Christian Anderson and Oscar Wilde fairy tales, are presented as fairy tales that are not for children. They are dark stories which do not end with Happily Ever After -- in fact the hero or heroine often dies at the end and although there is sometimes a ray of hope as the author shares how the deceased is now within reach of heaven or has been reunited with loved ones, they never end the way that fairy tales are known to.
I thought it was terribly witty, this comparison between young women and the reeds and the swallow with young men. The way the beautiful Reed bends and sways, flirting with the wind and the swallow both, instantly painted for me a gorgeous, but flighty, young early 20th century women, who, although proclaimed to love one man, couldn't help but make advances elsewhere when someone should give her any speck of attention.
*Edit: I realize that this post is a week late and probably won't be credited. I just realized that I never actually wrote it, but thought I would anyway, regardless, because I truly loved this week's reading.
While I enjoyed the stories by Anderson, I have to say that I preferred reading Oscar Wilde. He is, and remains, a satirist, even when composing fairy tales. One of my favorite experts was from "The Happy Prince" when he talked about the sparrow and the wind.
" His friends had gone away to Egypt six weeks before, but he had stayed behind, for he was in love with the most beautiful Reed. He had met her early in the spring as he was flying down the river after a big yellow moth, and had been so attracted by her slender waist that he had stopped to talk to her.
"Shall I love you?" said the Swallow, who liked to come to the point at once, and the Reed made him a low bow. So he flew round and round her, touching the water with his wings, and making silver ripples. This was his courtship, and it lasted all through the summer.
"It is a ridiculous attachment," twittered the other Swallows; "she has no money, and far too many relations"; and indeed the river was quite full of Reeds. Then, when the autumn came they all flew away.
After they had gone he felt lonely, and began to tire of his lady- love. "She has no conversation," he said, "and I am afraid that she is a coquette, for she is always flirting with the wind." And certainly, whenever the wind blew, the Reed made the most graceful curtseys. "I admit that she is domestic," he continued, "but I love travelling, and my wife, consequently, should love travelling also."
"Will you come away with me?" he said finally to her; but the Reed shook her head, she was so attached to her home.
"You have been trifling with me," he cried. "I am off to the Pyramids. Good-bye!" "
" His friends had gone away to Egypt six weeks before, but he had stayed behind, for he was in love with the most beautiful Reed. He had met her early in the spring as he was flying down the river after a big yellow moth, and had been so attracted by her slender waist that he had stopped to talk to her.
"Shall I love you?" said the Swallow, who liked to come to the point at once, and the Reed made him a low bow. So he flew round and round her, touching the water with his wings, and making silver ripples. This was his courtship, and it lasted all through the summer.
"It is a ridiculous attachment," twittered the other Swallows; "she has no money, and far too many relations"; and indeed the river was quite full of Reeds. Then, when the autumn came they all flew away.
After they had gone he felt lonely, and began to tire of his lady- love. "She has no conversation," he said, "and I am afraid that she is a coquette, for she is always flirting with the wind." And certainly, whenever the wind blew, the Reed made the most graceful curtseys. "I admit that she is domestic," he continued, "but I love travelling, and my wife, consequently, should love travelling also."
"Will you come away with me?" he said finally to her; but the Reed shook her head, she was so attached to her home.
"You have been trifling with me," he cried. "I am off to the Pyramids. Good-bye!" "
I thought it was terribly witty, this comparison between young women and the reeds and the swallow with young men. The way the beautiful Reed bends and sways, flirting with the wind and the swallow both, instantly painted for me a gorgeous, but flighty, young early 20th century women, who, although proclaimed to love one man, couldn't help but make advances elsewhere when someone should give her any speck of attention.
*Edit: I realize that this post is a week late and probably won't be credited. I just realized that I never actually wrote it, but thought I would anyway, regardless, because I truly loved this week's reading.