The day of the butterflies A long time ago, I was lying on a rock, watching a stream flow through a tiny canyon. It was a chilly-windy-rainy-sunny day, but this was a moment of perfect warmth and light. I was, literally, sunning myself on the … Continue readingThe Mysteries and Perils of Being a Flowering Tree
When someone walks out of Bluebeard’s closet There is a scene in Pulp Fiction which rises out of the darkest chamber in most women’s nightmares. The owner of an unassuming pawn shop, a seemingly innocuous and forgettable human being, runs a basement of horrors. Unwittingly, … Continue readingStories Retold: Red Shoes, a Phoenix and The Company of Wolves
I can’t find a single review of Jeanette Winterson’s Frankisstein that isn’t roaring applause. The same goes for Frozen, the Disney-Snow Queen of some years ago, which has now arrived at its sequel. It’s because both ‘ tick all the right boxes,’ as they claim. … Continue readingFrozen, Frankisstein and the Cold, Cold Heart