How we divvied up The Empire of Ice Cream
Nick, notice I assigned you a story in absentia.
As always, launching the discussion on this blog, before class, is welcome.
This is the online classroom of Andy Duncan's seminar on 21st-century fantasy, UH 300-003 in the Honors College of the University of Alabama.
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Very few authors writing for the adult market today care about youngsters just for themselves, finding them worthy enough to follow around and describe with wit and intelligence and compassion. Maybe Link has a little brother whom she watches, notebook in hand, as Gordon Strangler Mars, the writer dad in "Magic for Beginners," watches his son.
The cat yawned slowly, carefully, revealing a mouth and tongue of astounding pinkness. "Cats don't have names," it said.And in discussing cats as guides -- however problematic they may be -- in fantasy fiction (Coraline, Link's "Catskin," Stephen King's Pet Sematary, etc.), we forgot to mention the most famous, and most problematic, of all:
"No?" said Coraline.
"No," said the cat. "Now, you people have names. That's because you don't know who you are. We know who we are, so we don't need names."
"In THAT direction," the Cat said, waving its right paw round, "lives a Hatter: and in THAT direction," waving the other paw, "lives a March Hare. Visit either you like: they're both mad."
"But I don't want to go among mad people," Alice remarked.
"Oh, you can't help that," said the Cat: "we're all mad here. I'm mad. You're mad."
"How do you know I'm mad?" said Alice.
"You must be," said the Cat, "or you wouldn't have come here."
An old woman, especially one who is considered uglyHrm, so does this mean that the other mother was some sort of supernatural old maid? Was she a love-starved lady with a few, ahem, glaring eccentricities? If so, that makes her a much more tragic being, instead of a just awful one.