“All those stories you have told, all those wonderful stories…
They are nothing to OUR STORY. People will tell it in years to come…
And they will say, that was a story about Love.
And about two brave girls who wouldn’t take shit from anyone.”
I liked the quirky, whimsical artwork of Early Earth, but was not in love with the vast scope of the myth-making, the broad origins of the universe. I thought it was just all right. Impressive to look at, but it made me a little impatient to read. Sorry, Neil Gaiman and company, I’m just not that into reading Mythology most days.
But this book completely turned me around. It’s pretty amazing. One Hundred Nights of Hero is set in Early Earth, but with different characters; a bunch of largely misogynist, stupid men, and a collection of amazing women who love, who dance, who resist patriarchy.
Early Earth is a feminist/queered revisionist fairytale about two lovers: Cherry, a fair and lovely young woman from the (patriarchal, but what’s new?) Empire of Migdal Bavel, and her maid, Hero. Cherry is married to Jerome, who makes a stupid bet with his stupid friend Manfred: If Manfred can seduce Cherry, then Manfred can have her and Jerome’s castle. If he fails to seduce her, Manfred’s castle would become Jerome’s. Jerome gives Manfred a full one hundred days to sleep with Cherry, who is actually Hero’s lover, so in one funny, sweet sense this bet is off.
Something like the Arabian Nights, Hero distracts stupid Manfred for 100 days with a collection of folklorish/feminist tales, tales of madness, lust, deception, bravery and ingenuity. Stories about strong women and stupid men, mostly, but they are linked, and increasingly entertaining and inspiring. Stories about moons and lovers. And girls who wouldn’t take shit from anyone.
The artwork is bold, with splashes of color, echoing “primitive” cave art in its attempt to connect with ancient mythology, to bring things to a feminist present. With a mixture of language that both echoes old English in translation and contemporary snarky powerful bonding girl talk.
Do you recall the Women’s March, in January 2017? This was released a few months before that but it would have been perfect for it. Sure to become a feminist classic, a funny and angry and sweet cry against oppression, against forced marriage, against stupid and unconscionable male standards and expectations for female behavior and bodies.