I've started reading "Clever Maids: The Secret History of the Grimm's Fairy Tales", which is both a biography about the lives of the Brothers Grimm, but also a tale of their sister and her female friends who were major contributors to (and writers of) many of the stories in their collections. This coincides with the recent collaboration of three extremely talented, female comic artists (including Gina Biggs of Red String!) who have created Erstwhile Tales, an adaptation of Grimm tales into web comics.
And of course, this means I'm re-reading a lot of Grimm tales, and came across this site, which offers plain text versions of the Grimm Tales. The current one Erstwhile is focusing on for the next four weeks is "The Bird, the Mouse, and the Sausage", which I don't recall ever having read before tonight. Quite gruesome, with its own message about collaboration and knowing one's place in life (or alternately, seeing the harm that greed and laziness can bring, depending on how you interpret the ending).
Nevertheless, Grimm has been on my mind of late, and like many waves of subjects in my life, they seem to be coming at me from different directions at once.
Away from the Grimm brothers' tales, I've just finished (finally) reading The Color of Heaven, the third book in a Korean manhwa trilogy about the life and development of the artist's mother and grandmother. Kim Dong Hwa's style is wistful, elegant, and when necessary, just a tad silly. She presents female growth, sexuality, and development from a particular point in time and space, and blends all the emotions of transformation with an understanding of the flora around the village and the changing of seasons. Ana's been reading this trilogy with me, and enjoying it just as immensely as I have. Tomorrow, I give her the final book to read through before I return it to the library. A definite diversion from the usual fantasy and horror manga and graphic novels we read. It's captivating in its display of the ordinary, and makes every moment seem lush and worth noting.
That being said, I'm thinking about taking on the 50 Book Challenge, something that shouldn't be too difficult for me given all I read in a year, but lately, I've been flagging. Most of the books I haven't read at home or I've checked out from the library lately, have just sat on the chest in the hall or in a drawer in my bedroom, going unread until I have to return them again. I need to start making time again for reading.
(Of course, reading book 3 of Eila to Ana over the last week was quite a treat for both of us. It was quite rewarding for me to be able to read it aloud, even in its raw, "draft zero", form, and Ana helped me see where clarity and changes will need to be made. But it was significantly rewarding when, after finishing the scenes of the intro, Ana looked at me, and whispered, "wow." She's already demanding to see book 4, but we've not finished it yet!)
And of course, this means I'm re-reading a lot of Grimm tales, and came across this site, which offers plain text versions of the Grimm Tales. The current one Erstwhile is focusing on for the next four weeks is "The Bird, the Mouse, and the Sausage", which I don't recall ever having read before tonight. Quite gruesome, with its own message about collaboration and knowing one's place in life (or alternately, seeing the harm that greed and laziness can bring, depending on how you interpret the ending).
Nevertheless, Grimm has been on my mind of late, and like many waves of subjects in my life, they seem to be coming at me from different directions at once.
Away from the Grimm brothers' tales, I've just finished (finally) reading The Color of Heaven, the third book in a Korean manhwa trilogy about the life and development of the artist's mother and grandmother. Kim Dong Hwa's style is wistful, elegant, and when necessary, just a tad silly. She presents female growth, sexuality, and development from a particular point in time and space, and blends all the emotions of transformation with an understanding of the flora around the village and the changing of seasons. Ana's been reading this trilogy with me, and enjoying it just as immensely as I have. Tomorrow, I give her the final book to read through before I return it to the library. A definite diversion from the usual fantasy and horror manga and graphic novels we read. It's captivating in its display of the ordinary, and makes every moment seem lush and worth noting.
That being said, I'm thinking about taking on the 50 Book Challenge, something that shouldn't be too difficult for me given all I read in a year, but lately, I've been flagging. Most of the books I haven't read at home or I've checked out from the library lately, have just sat on the chest in the hall or in a drawer in my bedroom, going unread until I have to return them again. I need to start making time again for reading.
(Of course, reading book 3 of Eila to Ana over the last week was quite a treat for both of us. It was quite rewarding for me to be able to read it aloud, even in its raw, "draft zero", form, and Ana helped me see where clarity and changes will need to be made. But it was significantly rewarding when, after finishing the scenes of the intro, Ana looked at me, and whispered, "wow." She's already demanding to see book 4, but we've not finished it yet!)