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Kate Bernheimer
Kate Bernheimer has been called “one of the living masters of the fairy tale” (Tin House). She is the author of a novel trilogy and the story collections Horse, Flower, Bird and How a Mother Weaned Her Girl from Fairy Tales, and the editor of four anthologies, including the World Fantasy Award winning and bestselling My Mother She Killed Me, My Father He Ate Me: Forty New Fairy Tales and xo Orpheus: 50 New Myths. She is an Associate Professor of English at the University of Arizona in Tucson, where she teaches fairy tales and creative writing.
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Fairy Tale Review - Kate Bernheimer
FAIRY TALE REVIEW
The Violet Issue
EDITOR
Kate Bernheimer
ASSISTANT EDITORS
Alex Chambers
Ivy Grimes
Christopher Hellwig
Andy Johnson
Michael Lee
Laurence Ross
UNDERGRADUATE EDITORIAL ASSISTANTS
Jesse Holmes
Amanda Johnson
MANUSCRIPT EDITOR
Tara Goedjen
WEB EDITOR
Brian Oliu
ADVISORY BOARD
Maria Tatar, Harvard University
Marina Warner, University of Essex
Jack Zipes, University of Minnesota
COVER ART (INSIDE FRAME)
Kiki Smith, Born
COURTESY OF THE ARTIST
DESIGNER
J. JOHNSON, DESIGNFARM
A co-publication of Fairy Tale Review Press and The University of Alabama Press.
FAIRY TALE REVIEW
www.fairytalereview.com
Electronic edition © 2015 by Wayne State University Press, Detroit, Michigan 48201. All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced without formal permission. Manufactured in the United States of America. Originally © 2007 by the University of Alabama Press and published by Fairy Tale Review Press.
The Violet Issue (2007) 978-0-8143-4172-8
FAIRY TALE REVIEW is devoted to contemporary literary fairy tales and hopes to provide an elegant and innovative venue for writers working with the aesthetics and motifs of fairy tales. How can fairy tales help us to go where it is we are going, like Jean Cocteau’s magical horse? We hope to discover. Please know that Fairy Tale Review is not devoted to any particular school of writing, but rather to original work that in its very own way is imbued with fairy tales.
In Memoriam
Sarah Hannah
1966–2007
Please, what’s that?
asked the princess.
A spindle, my dear,
said the old woman, who hadn’t heard of the fairy’s curse.
May I see?
the princess asked. As she reached out, she cut her finger on the spindle. She fell, unconscious, to the floor.
Help!
called the old woman. All the king’s servants came running. They tried frantically to revive the princess. They put cold linen to her head, ammonia to her nose, rose water on her wrists and brow. Nothing helped.
When the king saw her, he knew the curse had come true. He gave order to the maids-in-waiting. Soon the Sleeping Beauty lay in her best dress, in a room all tapestried with gold and silver. The magic sleep increased her beauty. Her cheeks and lips were rosy. The soft sound of her breathing showed she wasn’t dead, but sleeping.
—From Sleeping Beauty
Translated by Marie Ponsot
FAIRY TALE REVIEW
The Violet Issue
ANNOTATED TABLE OF CONTENTS
KATE BERNHEIMER
Editor’s Note
At an early age, children are weaned on the marvelous, and later on they fail to retain a sufficient virginity of mind to enjoy fairy tales,
Andre Breton wrote in 1924. There are fairy tales to be written for adults,
he continued. Fairy tales almost blue.
Violet flowers are often described as almost-blue,
which is how I chose this color; or almost how.
KIM ADDONIZIO
Snow White: The Huntsman’s Story
I took out my knife and held her head
back. She closed her eyes. A deer
crossed the clearing, stopped
and turned. I thought
it watched me
I think it watches me still . . .
DON MEE CHOI
The Tower
No one spoke to her
but she married anyway.
She loved her bedroom, her tower.
She slept alone on a mattress
covered in Ziploc garbage bags.
LUCY CORIN
A Woman with a Gardener
I’m with the caterers, a one-time job, a borrowed bow tie, old sneakers I’ve spray lacquered black. It was that or heels. Fifty bucks, four hours.
TRACY DAUGHERTY
The Sailor Who Drowned in the Desert
The Sunday service had just ended. Father Thomas had prayed, again, for a budget influx to fix the sanctuary door, which was old and splintered with rusty hinges.
ESPIDO FREIRE
Irlanda: Chapter One
Translated by Toshiya Kamei
Sagrario died in May after much suffering. She was buried after a service at the packed church. Many flowers lay at her grave during the first week, but they soon disappeared.
SARAH HANNAH
Three Poems
Seems like she just keeps running through her woods
Grasping: violet, bramble, thatch, stumped utterly.
LILY HOANG
from Changing: A Novella
Mother with her silence listening to Father
& he with his hardness & his stubbornness
& his anger & Mother pretending calm by
caging tongue behind teeth & not speaking
& there is no little calmness in our home.
ANNA MARIA HONG
Cin City
In the dumb kingdom of fear and trembling
the person with the see-through slipper knew
enough to split before the other one
KIM HYESOON
The Eye of the Cyclone
Translated by Don Mee Choi
A poplar tree shakes its wet hair
In front of a mental hospital in Ch’Đngyangni
Maybe the night wind is blowing—
the wind woven with the crazy birds’ hair
JEFFREY LEVINE
Two Poems
There was a swift, shy, confident, anxious kiss
similar to a first kiss. The delicacy
of the first kiss after the resurrection.
LISA OLSTEIN
Four Poems
We are ringed by hills. I’ve taken to burying almost anything that dies—spiders, mice, birds I find in the road. This goes against local custom; here they burn.
DAVID PETRUZELLI
Abandoned House
You heard it so many times
you began to believe you were there
and of course you were there
always going inside alone
NATANIA ROSENFELD
The Minder
My minder accompanies me everywhere I go, on errands of tedium and excursions of fun—especially on excursions of fun.
AURELIE SHEEHAN
Small Animal
Sara herself did not know the people throwing the party, but she went to the house in the woods anyway.
RICHARD SIKEN
Fryderyk Zajac
Gently, gently, with a voluntary kindness, the hand does the work because the world needs to be touched. There is a button, and there is a shoulder, and there is a darkness, and there is something on the other side.
KIERAN SUCKLING
Frogs
The suspect was not your average maggot-looking dope dealer on the corner.
At least that’s what the police say. It was 1994, and he was arrested for possession of bufotenine, a Schedule 1 drug under the California Controlled Substances Act. The drug in question came in the form of four toads—Hanz, Franz, Peter, and Brian—that the suspect intended to smoke.
LEE UPTON
Three Poems
Even if he was a bull angel
a land whale, a million tumblers of blubber
a horned prevaricator
it took dirty tricks to get him.
JULIE MARIE WADE
Maidenhead
It all begins with Red. She was a good girl, couldn’t have been more than twelve or thirteen, nothing on her mind but an innocent visit to Grandmother’s house. Problem with the child isn’t that she’s vain but that she’s vulnerable—or so the story instructs us to believe.
Contributor Notes
Acknowledgments
Announcement
KIM ADDONIZIO
Snow White: The Huntsman’s Story
I took out my knife and held her head
back. She closed her eyes. A deer
crossed the clearing, stopped
and turned. I thought
it watched me,
I think it watches me still . . .
I swore an oath:
to follow orders, without mercy
or pleasure. Even the part
you think might have been pleasure—
She wasn’t a creamy girl. She wasn’t
a girl at all. She was my assignment.
When I took the lung and liver
they were warm. I brought them
bloody in a bag to the queen,
who thanked me and mentioned a medal.
That night I left my quarters,
crouched in the weeds and got sick.
Think what you like:
that I spared her, that she sang
while keeping house for seven little men.
Believe in the apple, the glass coffin
without its covering flag,
where she lay
as perfectly preserved as Eva Peron
until the prince came to carry her away.
Of course he didn’t carry her;
the servants did. And when they stumbled
over a tree stump—
if you believe the story—the piece of apple,
caught in her throat, popped out,
a magical Heimlich.
I can see it so clearly now:
she sits up, the prince takes
her soft little hand, and the evil queen
trades her Ferragamos for cast iron sneakers.
And I remember my place in the story.
I let the girl go
into those fabled woods, in winter,
while the snow fell around us,
white on her black hair,
white on her blue Aryan eyes,
white on her pretty, open mouth.
DON MEE CHOI
The Tower
No one spoke to her
but she married anyway.
She loved her bedroom, her tower.
She slept alone on a mattress
covered in Ziploc garbage bags.
Her blue suitcase was packed
and ready to go.
At her wedding, she’d stayed
solemn behind her veil.
She gave her husband a ring
then let go of his hand.
Still no one spoke to her, so
she sat next to a photographer
and drank her champagne.
Later she entered a toilet booth
and watched the water swirl,
go down, then come up again.
She preferred her bedroom
where she could lament alone
and wipe the dust off her blue suitcase.
Her husband was normal and distant.
Goodhearted, he liked to fuck.
She said to him, No one speaks to me.
Then she went into her bedroom
and locked her dress, the door.
That night she laughed while
straightening the garbage bags
on her mattress. She knew joy,
she knew Freud. She thought
her hands were sleeping. They
touched neither man nor woman.
LUCY CORIN
A Woman with a Gardener
I’m with the caterers, a one-time job, a borrowed bow tie, old sneakers I’ve spray lacquered black. It was that or heels. Fifty bucks, four hours.
White turned rails swoop up the lawn and curve around the verandah. What’s a verandah? It’s what I think I’m seeing. There’s a funny white statue of a lithe angel holding a lamp at the walkway entrance, and then later, up nearer the house where the stairs start toward the entrance, nothing you could call a stoop, a baby one, what do you call it, a cherub? Like going