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Most people think of fairy tales as having been created anonymously and almost magically long ago, and later discovered and recorded by scholars such as the Brothers Grimm. In fact original fairy tales are still being written. Over the last century and a half many well-known authors have used the characters and settings and themes of traditional tales such as 'Cinderella', 'Hansel and Gretel', and 'Beauty and the Beast' to produce new and characteristic works of wonder and enchantment. The Oxford Book of Modern Fairy Tales brings together forty of the best of these stories by British and American writers from John Ruskin and Nathaniel Hawthorne to I. B. Singer and Angela Carter.
These tales are full of princes and princesses, witches and dragons and talking animals, magic objects, evil spells, and unexpected endings. Some of their authors, like John Ruskin and Oscar Wilde, use the form to point a social or spiritual moral; others such as Jeanne Desy and Richard Kennedy, turn the traditional stories inside out to extraordinary effect. James Thurber, Bernard Malamud, and Donald Barthelme, among many others, bring the characters and plots of the traditional fairy tale into the contemporary world to make satiric comments on modern life. The literary skill, wit, and sophistication of these stories appeal to an adult audience, even though some of them were originally written for children. They include light-hearted comic fairy stories like Charles Dickens's 'The Magic Fishbone' and L. F. Baum's 'The Queen of Quok', thoughtful and often moving tales like Lord Dunsany's 'The Kith of the Elf Folk' and Philip K. Dick's 'The King of the Elves', and profoundly disturbing ones like Lucy Lane Clifford's 'The New Mother', and Ursula Le Guin's 'The Wife's Story'. Together they prove that the fairy tale is not only one of the most popular and enduring forms, but a significant and continually developing part of literature
Contents
Uncle David's nonsensical story about giants and fairies (1839) by Catherine Sinclair
Feathertop (1846) by Nathaniel Hawthorne
The king of the Golden River (1850) by John Ruskin
The story of Fairyfoot (1856) by Frances Browne
The light princess (1864) by George MacDonald
The magic fishbone (1868) by Charles Dickens
A toy princess (1877) by Mary De Morgan
The new mother (1882) by Lucy Lane Clifford
Good luck is better than gold (1882) by Juliana Horatia Ewing
The apple of contentment (1886) by Howard Pyle
The griffin and the minor canon (1887) by Frank Stockton
The selfish giant (1888) by Oscar Wilde
The rooted lover (1894) by Laurence Housman
The song of the morrow (1894) by Robert Louis Stevenson
The reluctant dragon (1898) by Kenneth Grahame
The book of beasts (1900) by E. Nesbit
The Queen of Quok (1901) by L. Frank Baum
The magic shop (1903) by H.G. Wells
The Kith of the Elf-folk (1910) by Edward Plunkett
The story of Blixie Bimber and the power of the gold Buckskin Whincher (1922) by Carl Sandburg
The lovely Myfanwy (1925) by Walter De La Mare
The troll (1935) by T.H. White
Gertrude's child (1940) by Richard Hughes
The unicorn in the garden (1940) by James Thurber
Bluebeard's daughter (1940) by Sylvia Townsend Warner
The chaser (1941) by John Collier
The King of the Elves (1953) by Philip K. Dick
In the family (1957) by Naomi Mitchison
The jewbird (1963) by Bernard Malamud
Menaseh's dream (1968) by Isaac Bashevis Singer
The glass mountain (1970) by Donald Barthelme
Prince Amilec (1972) by Tanith Lee
Petronella (1973) by Jay Williams
The man who had seen the rope trick (1976) by Joan Aiken
The courtship of Mr Lyon (1979) by Angela Carter
The princess who stood on her own two feet (1982) by Jeanne Desy
The wife's story (1982) by Ursula K. Le Guin
The river maid (1982) by Jane Yolen
The porcelain man (1987) by Richard Kennedy
Old Man Potchikoo (1989) by Louise Erdrich
455 pages, Hardcover
First published July 1, 1993




Banquets are always pleasant things, consisting mostly, as they do, of eating and drinking; but the specially nice thing about a banquet is that it comes when something's over, and there's nothing more to worry about, and tomorrow seems a long way off.
Life is such unutterable hell, solely because it is sometimes beautiful. If we could only be miserable all the time, if there could be no such thing as love or beauty or faith or hope, if i could be absolutely certain that my love would never be returned: how much more simple life would be. One could plod through the Siberian Salt mines of existence without being bothered about happiness. Unfortunately, the happiness is there. There is always the change (about eight hundred and fifty to one) that another heart will come to mine. I can't help hoping and keeping faith, and loving beauty. Quite frequently I am not so miserable as it would be wise to be. And there, for my poor father sitting on his boulder above the snow, was stark happiness beating at the gates.