Apr. 7th, 2010

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Title: Little Red Riding Hood Uncloaked: Sex, Morality, and the Evolution of a Fairy Tale
Author: Catherine Orenstein
Published: New York: Basic Books, 2002
Rating: 4 of 5
Page Count: 289
Total Page Count: 85,839
Text Number: 246
Read Because: interested in Red Riding Hood, borrowed from the library
Short Review: If there's major fault in Uncloaked, it's not that Orenstien's examination is simplistic—but that it's not exhaustive. It may be surprising that a single fairy tale could offer too much content to cram into a single book, but with Red Riding Hood that's the case. In order simply to keep chapters and book a reasonable length, there's no room to examine every aspect of the tale's source material and multiple retellings—to say nothing of covering every single reinterpretation—so some aspects of the book lack sufficient exploration. But Orenstein provides a strong introduction to and overview of Red Riding Hood: The first few chapters cover early versions of the tale (Perrault, the brothers Grimm, and the old wive's tale that predates both), quoting the source material as well as providing commentary on each version's message and historical context. Latter chapters range from Tex Avery to Angela Carter, from second-wave feminism to folklore scholarship, studying how the tale has changed in more modern years. Some chapters near the tail end of the book begin to lag (in particular nine, The Punishment of Red Riding Hood: Fairy-Tale Fetish, an analysis of fairy-tale imagery in porn), and the texts which precede later chapters sometimes fail to be telling or iconic, but despite these weaknesses Orenstein's research, analysis, and arguments remain strong.

Uncloaked is imperfect, and the simple fact that it doesn't cover everything may leave the reader with dangling questions, but Orenstein's broad history of Red Riding Hood is nonetheless satisfying. It's a strong introduction to the roots of the fairy tale and a thoughtful overview of the various, changing roles it's played in modern culture, answering many questions and provoking future thought; the writing is solid, engaging, but never slick, making the book a swift read without sacrificing depth for style. The fairy tale of Little Red Riding Hood has a lot to offer, and Orenstein delivers on much of it: in parts a warning and a lesson, a morality play and a teaching tool, chastising and empowering, misogynist and feminist, this one fairy tale has been appropriated to cover a gamut of human experience and emotion, and that wide-reaching content makes for a fascinating read. I would have preferred some different media selections and perhaps a different focus in later chapters, and would that Orenstein had provided a further reading list (although she does mention multiple resources in the course of the book), but I found the chapters on the tale's roots and Carter-style feminist retellings particularly fascinating and all told I got all I hoped for from Red Riding Hood Uncloaked: a broad, intelligent, approachable introduction to this fairy tale in all its guises. If Red Riding Hood intrigues, Uncloaked will satisfy. I recommend it.

Review posted here on Amazon.com.
juushika: Drawing of a sleeping orange cat (I should have been born a cat)
I have just torn apart (and cleaned) the room in search of my usual pair of glasses, but they seem to have taken their leave—of the room, possibly of the house, because I cannot find them anywhere. I put them down on my laptop keyboard yesterday evening and five minutes later they were just gone. They are hiding. They are on vacation. Luckily I was able to bend a backup pair of glasses into working order. To my glasses I am a force of nature: inexorable, cataclysmic, devastating—if I don't sit on them I drop something on them or scratch them or otherwise render them flawed but, luckily this time, salvageable. The irony is that the vacationing pair is my oldest, very first pair of glasses—I got them in 2001 and they're still in fine working order, and are also (I think) the most flattering pair I own. Both is probably due to their study metal copper-colored frames. The light new bendy floaty look for glasses isn't strong enough to withstand me, and honestly solid frames better suit my face.

I know talk of my glasses is incredibly boring to just about everyone but me, but I cannot get over how suddenly and completely they've vanished. Normally this happens and then a few seconds later I find them on my blanket, or in my box by the bed, or exactly where I put them down so they'd stay safe and I'd be able to find them again (ha!), but this is a full 24 hours of lost glasses. It's surreal.

ETA: Glasses have been found. They were, and this is true, inside my BPAL imp box. Why? Fuck if I know. I didn't use it last night. I have magically teleporting glasses. At least they are found.

In more relevant news, I am almost nearly non-functioning these days. I came back from Ashland abuzz with ideas and motivation, but my brain is still firmly in the grips of depression, completely with the hopelessness, lost energy, absent joy, and brain fog that the condition promises. Writing a goddamned book review takes me two days of fighting and hating my very own self, so that's fun. I'm taking things one day at a time in the sense of the day after: if I try and fail today, I go ahead and give up because tomorrow might be better. I've been watching a lot of movies on Netflix and reading a little, and Devon is (and it surprises me every day) so patient—hopeful—forgiving. I have managed to scrape together half an email, and a book review, and manage some fairly stimulating reading, so it's not all a loss. But it is frustrating, and (at the risk of sounding redundant) depressing. So that's where I am these days.

I hope the rest of you are somewhere better.

Adopt one today! Adopt one today! Adopt one today! Adopt one today! Adopt one today!
juushika: Drawing of a sleeping orange cat (I should have been born a cat)
I only answer this because the answers that have been appearing on my flist delight me.

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Woof (the dog): OMG! I love you. Touch me. Touch me more. Is it guinea pig time? OMG I think it might be guinea pig time! Let us pet the guinea pigs! Together! Hey are they gonna eat that?

Maidson (the cat): For I am great queen of the universe, and all lower beings must bow down to me. I think today shall be "sleep on the paper bag day." The paper bag does make beautiful noise, which delights my even-more-beautiful ears. Oh, hello. I didn't realize you were listening. Pet me?

Dude (the cat): I love you. I looooooove you. I love you more than I've ever loved everyone before. Pet me. Hold me. Allow me to climb upon you and shove my purring love in your face. I love you. You are my favorite person in whole world until someone else enters the room. Hold me...

Kuzco (the guinea pig): Just because you're paranoid doesn't mean they're not out to get you, that's all I'm saying. Also: FOOOOOD! FOOD FOOD FOOOOOD TIME FOOD!

Alfie (the guinea pig): ...

Okay with Alfie I admit I'm stuck. I can't even pretend to imagine what Alfie is thinking, much less what he would say. I believe he thinks not in desires or thoughts as we know them, but in alien beeps and pauses—like Morse code, only undecipherable, and constantly punctuated by desires for carrots. So if he has words, it is a loud call for food. But the rest is nonsense not even Kuzco could understand.

Jamie (the dog): As far as we're concerned, James does talk in the best human-decipherable English she can manage in silence and as a dog.

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