Our local men’s book club stated in our little weekly paper “in the classic tale of Hansel and Gretel that many of us grew up with, is a story with some questionable morals. On careful reflection, our book club believes that their parents were derelict in their responsibilities and in fact condoned atrocities against the elderly. Our book club members agreed that this was not a suitable book to read to our grandchildren!”
The Brothers Grimm published it in 1812 and would have had a different view.
I think the children did an excellent job of problem solving a situation that was life threating, with imagination and integrity. Their parent’s behaviour is questionable, but understandable, if food is in short supply, what are the options? How do you define them? Now, their statement about condoned atrocities against the elderly is I think a figment of their imagination. They should read all of Brothers Grimm to their grandchildren. I would also recommend Aesop’s Fables.
Later this fall the book club plans to review the trilogy of Fifty Shades of Grey. I wonder how they will cope with that.
I had always planned a sequel to the trilogy, the turning of each page ah, you guessed it, a different version of what grey is.
For years now it has been my favorite colour, I wear black and white, like Georgia O’Keeffe it is a relief not to decide what colour to wear; it is enough to decide what colour to put on the end of a brush.
But grey is so expressive, I’m not sure how to explain it. We recently went north to a local town shopping for winter gear. The wind turbines litter the landscape, I thought what are those gunmetal grey ones doing mixed with all the bright white ones, well the oppressiveness soon passed, they were shadowed by cloud. That is the expression of grey, illusive, undefined but captivating.