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Tuesday, 3 July 2018

The Happy Prince, Statues and Fallen Idols



I recently went to see Rupert Everett's wonderful film, The Happy Prince, about the last days of Oscar Wilde. The story is framed by Wilde telling his fairy tale, The Happy Prince, both in his lost past with his sons, and his down-at-heel present with young denizens of the Parisian demi-monde.

I have loved The Happy Prince since childhood but hadn't thought to associate it with Wilde's life until now. In the film, there is a clear parallel between the statue of the Prince being stripped of his gold and jewels until he is finally torn down as an eyesore by the Mayor, and Wilde's fall from his heady period of fame, through scandal and prison, towards derision, destitution and death.



This led me to think about our own times, which have seen a large number of high-profile celebrities and "national treasures" brought down through scandal and court cases. Some of these individuals have committed genuinely terrible crimes, unlike Oscar Wilde, who was a victim to the attitudes of his time (including his own). Yet, before their downfall, they were well-loved and respected public figures, the recipients of honours and awards. They seemed as generous with their gold as The Happy Prince. People put them on a pedestal, figuratively if not literally.

Which brings me back to the question of statues. It's been a hot topic recently, with campaigns such as "Rhodes Must Fall" demanding that various statues be torn down because of the subject's sullied reputation. Cecil Rhodes, for example, was held in honour in Oxford because of his generous donations to the university. But his money came from colonial exploitation in Southern Africa (he even named a conquered territory Rhodesia, after himself). At the time, he and his contemporaries probably never imagined that students from Southern Africa would one day come to study at Oxford, or question what their attitude would be to seeing a statue of Rhodes. (The Rhodes Must Fall campaign actually started at the University of Cape Town in South Africa, where Rhodes' statue was seen as a symbol of colonial oppression, and was successfully removed).


It can be hard to come to terms with "fallen idols". One reason for this is that people find it hard to accept that there is both good and bad in a person. Sometimes, extremes of both. I used to find the Second Commandment (You shall make no graven images) somewhat irrelevant to modern culture. But since statues have spent so much time in the news, I have started to see what the point of such a commandment might be. None of us are perfect, which makes it risky to put anyone on a pedestal. They will almost always fall.

In the fairy tale, The Happy Prince becomes a better person as a statue than he was in life, even though it leads to him becoming faded and forgotten. Did Oscar Wilde become a better person after his fall? I don't know. But hitting rock bottom always provides the opportunity for repentance, restitution and redemption.

Friday, 22 June 2018

Fairy Tale Blog Hop: The Handless Maiden



Welcome to the 2018 Fairy-tale Blog Hop. Thirteen fabulous fairy-tale authors have gotten together to talk about their favorite fairy tales. Follow the links at the bottom of each blog post to hop to the next author's website. Collect our favorite numbers to total up at the end and enter to win a print collection of our books! (There are several anthologies, debuts, and even an ARC for a BLINK YA book you can't buy in stores yet!)
Dates: Contest runs from Friday, June 22 to Friday, June 29 with a wrap-up party at 7:00 EST. (details to come)
Note: The grand prize winner will be contacted on Saturday. They have three days to confirm and send their address before the prize is offered to the next person.

It's been five years since the publication of my historical fantasy novel Silver Hands. It's based on "The Handless Maiden" (also known as "The Armless Maiden" or "The Girl Without Hands"), one of the fairy tales recorded and retold by the Brothers Grimm.

Re-reading the tale for this blog hop, I was struck by a theme I hadn't considered before. I recently read Kindred by Octavia E Butler, in which the protagonist time-travels to an era of slavery in the USA. And it occurred to me that freedom and slavery are recurring themes in "The Handless Maiden" too.

  • The story begins when the father sells his daughter to the Devil for wealth. Of course, he's been tricked; he thinks he's sold an apple tree (how symbolic!) But the fact remains that this story involves the buying and selling of a human being.
  • Once the girl has escaped enslavement to the Devil (which is more than her father did) but lost her hands in the process, she insists on freedom from her father, too. She says, “Here I cannot stay, I will go forth, compassionate people will give me as much as I require.” She is a disabled woman, setting out on her own. (Never let anyone tell you girls in fairy tales aren't proactive!)
  • "She caused her maimed arms to be bound to her back, and by sunrise she set out on her way, and walked the whole day until night fell." Although she is free, this posture echoes the gestures of slavery.
  • For the next part of the story, she is apparently free and happy. She finds a loving husband. “If thou art forsaken by all the world, yet will I not forsake thee.” She becomes a queen. She gets silver hands. She has a child. Yet none of this signifies to the Devil, who wants his "property" back. This chillingly recalls the attitude of slave owners, who would separate husbands from wives, parents from children, to make a profit or keep "order".
  • After being forcibly separated from her husband by the Devil's machinations, The girl sets out on her own for a second time. This time she is a disabled woman with a child. It is notable that throughout the story, the angels are on her side (the side of the oppressed). It also notable that the home she makes for herself in exile is a "little house whose sign was, “Here all dwell free.”" It is here the husband finds her after his seven-year quest. After wandering in exile, he is now her equal. And finally the family, and the girl herself, are made whole.
To win a copy of Silver Hands, remember the number 28. And here's an extra giveaway. I'm currently running my own prize draw to promote my new anthology of flash fiction, Tiny Tales from the Hidden Grove. 


From the author of Tales from the Hidden Grove comes a new collection dedicated to flash fiction. Delve into a pick-and-mix of very short stories, in which Cinderella is a leprosy patient, two housewives knit themselves boyfriends, a nereid appears in Bradford Wool Exchange, and Homer's Iliad is only 50 words long. Includes stories previously published in Binnacle, Flash Flood, .Cent and Byzarium.
Anyone who buys a copy of Tiny Tales or its sister book Tales from the Hidden Grove before midnight on 13th July 2018 (London time) and sends proof of purchase to me via my Facebook Author Page, will automatically be entered into a prize draw to win one of three books donated by fellow authors. More details on this Facebook events page. There are also tickets for checking into the page on the day of the Virtual Launch Party.

Now it's time to go to your next blog: https://quillsquotesqueensquests.wordpress.com/
If you've already visited all 13 blogs in this Blog Hop and collected everyone's favourite number, then go straight to http://shonnaslayton.com/fairy-tale-blog-hop/ and enter to win the grand prize.

Good luck! And thanks for stopping by. If you enjoyed this blog, why not subscribe? Or visit my website: elizabethhopkinson.uk

Sunday, 27 May 2018

Thoughts on The Repeal of the 8th


These are my thoughts on the Repeal of the 8th. I don't normally do this sort of thing on the blog, but I felt so helpless in the face of angry, hurtful comments that I had to put something into writing. And as I've written a lot about asexuality and so-called "monstrous births" on here, it didn't seem altogether inappropriate.  

I have no desire to condemn women to illegal abortions. In fact, I have no desire to condemn anyone, full stop. I understand that abortion may be necessary in certain, extreme, circumstances, but there are several things that deeply trouble me. 

1. The unborn have no human rights. In these days when we know more about the life and development of the embryo/foetus than ever before, and when mothers of miscaried babies are asking for death certificates, this seems both hypocritical and backward. I truly think the UN should convene to discuss what rights the unborn ought to have. I don't believe the unborn are the property of the mother any more than the wife is the property of the husband or the children the property of the parents. 

2.  This is of particular concern as regards disability and so-called deformity. In the recent documentary with Sally Philips, it was worrying to discover how many parents would abort in the case of Down's Syndrome. This comes at a time when the visibility and rights of the disabled and those with physical differences are higher than ever. Yes, there may be extreme cases where termination is the kinder option, but this ought to be the rare exception. There should be a consultation with the Disabled community on this topic. 

3.  We ought to be doing everything within our power to eliminate the root causes that can lead to abortion, particularly in the case of rape and "unwanted" pregnancies. The sexual culture, particularly in Britain where I live, is deeply unhealthy. As an asexual, I believe people like me have something to teach the rest of society: it's not a "given" that sex is a rite of passage or essential to a loving relationship. And it's certainly not a right or something to be taken, owed or forced.  I also think there should be more support for mothers and babies, and that this should take place in community. No one should be expected to go through pregnancy, childbirth or child-rearing alone. We need to rediscover community and our mutual responsibility for one another. Basically, we need to love. 

These are my thoughts. I will not read or reply to any comments, as I find that too distressing. I just needed to say what I felt.

Monday, 12 March 2018

In Praise of Hairy Women


Who doesn't love Lettie Lutz, the Bearded Lady character in The Greatest Showman, who sings the iconic anthem, This is Me? Yesterday, my daughter took me to a singalong version of the film for a Mother's Day treat, and we both belted out This is Me at the tops of our voices. Both Lettie and the song have become symbols for anyone who feels marginalised or different.


It so happens that last week I watched another film about a hairy woman, the very beautiful Norwegian coming-of-age film, Løvekvinnen, or The Lion Woman, based on a book by Erik Fosnes Hanson. It tells the story of Eva Arctander, who is born in a small town in the early 20th century and struggles to find her place in the world. Especially, it concerns her relationship with her stationmaster father, widowed at her birth. I loved this film - which I watched on Netflix - and I definitely want to see it again.


One of my best reads of last year was Orphans of the Carnival by Carol Birch, based on the real-life story of Julia Pastrana (pictured) a Mexican-born "human oddity", who sang and danced on tour across the USA and the world. It's a fascinating and moving story about what it is to be human, and has a wonderful timeslip sub-plot. If you haven't read it, run to the library now!




And finally, for a contemporary, own-voices take on female body hair, please watch BBC3's video Things Not To Say To Hairy Women. This is part of a brilliant series that takes you into the lives of others - and the stupid cliches they encounter. Let's all be more understanding! And let's celebrate human life in all its variety!

https://youtu.be/bYwfGU2EL48

Monday, 19 February 2018

Hairy Worms Revisited


On this blog, I have written a number of pieces about parthenogenesis and asexual reproduction. The first was this one: Giving Birth to Hairy Worms, which was inspired by a book called The Manly Masquerade. In it, I noted the Renaissance belief that reproduction could happen spontaneously, that things could be born of putrefaction, and that:

  • Women's wombs could spontaneously produce all sorts of things, from monsters and harpies, to wood, glass or combs, to serpents, toads and hairy worms.  (I particularly like the hairy worms.  Why hairy??)
 It seems this idea is less far-fetched than it seems, as today I was reading about homunculi. Rather than attempt to explain it myself, I direct you to this article: The Homunculus Inside. (Trigger warning: the photos are not for the squeamish!)

It seems this would also be a good time to tell you that my articles on parthenogenesis (as well as my own experience of both asexuality and gynaecological problems) have inspired a couple of short stories, both of which are currently submitted to magazines. One is called Pandora's Pithos, in which the protagonist finds herself the mother of:
Tiny winged people, russet-green as rose thorns.  A hare in a nun's habit.  A bird with cat's ears and the face of a woman.  Weasels with wings made of cogs and pistons.  A comb with eyes, running sideways on its many teeth.  A serpent with braided hair.  A glass toad.
And the other story A Wingless Wedding - which I read at the Brick Box Rooms' "Talking in Tongues" during LGBT history month - was directly influenced by the discoveries about gall wasps, noted in Amazing Asexuality:
Wingless don't reproduce sexually.  That's the task of their children, the Winged, who in turn have Wingless children.  We're the only planet in our star system where this happens, and it's the same in every country.  Customs and traditions vary, but one thing has stayed the same the world over.  There has never been a Wingless wedding.
I do hope you find all this as fascinating as I do!


Monday, 12 February 2018

Puzzles in the Alice Books



Recently, I listened to a radio documentary called Two Thousand Years of Puzzling, tracing the history of the puzzle, from mazes to crosswords and everything in between. It mentioned Charles Lutwidge Dodgson - aka Lewis Carroll - author of the Alice books. Dodgson was a lecturer in mathematics at Christ Church College, Oxford, and loved a good mathematical puzzle. In fact, he seemed to love puzzles of every kind. Just thinking about Alice in Wonderland and Through the Looking Glass, I was struck by how many different types of puzzle feature in them. Here are some I noticed:


  • Chess and Playing Cards. The main settings of the two books. Obviously, these are games, but there can be a lot of mathematics involved, and plenty of chess and playing card puzzles have been set and solved over the centuries.
  • Riddles. The infamous, "Why is a raven like a writing desk?" Frustratingly, this one has no answer (although Jasper Fforde - that great Aliceophile - comes up with a few in his Thursday Next books).
  • Spacial puzzles. How can Alice fit through the little door? She has to experiment with making herself bigger and smaller until she finds the answer.
  • Word play. The Alice books are practically swimming in this. (See what I did there?) One example I like is towards the end of Looking Glass:
    • "You look a little shy; let me introduce you to that leg of mutton," said the Red Queen. "Alice - Mutton; Mutton - Alice."
    • "May I give you a slice?"
    • "Certainly not. It isn't etiquette to cut any one you've been introduced to."
    • (In this example, cut means both "to slice with a knife" and "to deliberately blank someone.")
  • Games with complicated rules. The Caucus Race. (Another pun). The Queen's croquet game, played with hedgehogs and flamingos. The Rules of Battle between the Red and White Knights.
  • The puzzle of Who Stole the Tarts?
  • Mathematical calculations. Often simple ones made ridiculously complicated, as when Alice has to write down 365-1=364 as a sum for Humpty Dumpty, and even then he isn't convinced of the answer.

Those are just some that I have spotted. Can you think of any more?