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Posted March 26, 2005
Fairy-stories are not necessrily for children
When I was a kid, I had that rather dog-eared, whitish book, with lots of fairy-tales and almost no illustrations. Yet I loved it, as I did the tales of The Grimm brothers. Then I grew up, went to University and little by little, the name Grimm no longer reminded me of pretty maidens, kept in tall towers by ugly old witches or of handsome princes, coming to rescue them (or rather sneak into the maidens' room;)), but of language origins, Germanic sound shifts and linguistics. And then I chanced to come across The Grimmest of Grimm and all of a sudden I was brought back all those years ago, to the days when I was reading about the boy playing at bowls with ghosts' skulls (only to finally learn what it is like to have the shivers, when he got himself a wife;) The Grimmest of Grimm is a book created with lots of love; a book with a heart and a life of its own; a book which, with the simple way in which the tales are told and its plentiful illustrations, is suitable as much for kids, who hear them for the first time, as it is for adults, who have grown tired of reading books, written in a 'language, which makes up in obscurity what it lacks in style'. The Grimmest of Grimm is a feast not only for the mind, but for the eyes, as well; a read which carries one over to a different time and place, a gateway to the dream-world of childhood, in which ghosts and spirits walk the earth and where everything is fresh and new; a world where good still wins over evil and virtue triumphs over vice.
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