Fairy Tale Review Archive
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The practice of retelling fairy tales in the form of literary fiction is, if not quite hallowed, certainly established. The great Angela Carter’s revelatory 1979 story collection, “The Bloody Chamber” — a brocaded work of heady sensuality, intelligence and violence — remains the benchmark, but Kate Bernheimer’s Fairy Tale Review and the several excellent Bernheimer-edited anthologies spun off from it carry the standard forward. Those are just some of the more overt homages; Western literature owes as much to fairy tales as it does to Greek myth and the Bible.
-The New York Times
And the men say put her over
the fire just to see, and the women
say bake her a cake in a thimble,
just to see
has a story about human greed and a flood. The Queen
licks the blood from her blade.
We burn his photo under the tree. My friend, I trust her witchcraft.
You told me north water
was not built by virga
but from suicide of the moon.
I will do the nursing. The suckling and swallowing. He will do the singing.
Now that my pen is made of glass
I pray to write of this loud tree
and not simply fashion
Once lived a woman wrapped in a magenta skin so brilliant she glowed, but the story doesn’t start like that.
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.
The Arbor tells us stories of a time before, when all the dead were kept in orchards that rolled endlessly, and had always been there, and people tended to them constantly in gratitude and respect for their ancestors.
Margaret Morri was the name Yoshikane Araki used when referring to an apparition who squeezed under the doorway or window mesh or rose between barrack floorboards to haunt the hot desert air above his straw mattress.
the organ harvest is most/ delectable beneath fluorescent light/ rebelling against the heaving stars/
The day her husband died, Sleeping Beauty gave back to him the kiss he had bestowed upon her consentless lips sixty years before.
On February 26, 2018, we asked our Twitter followers to tell us the biggest and most beautiful stories they could within Twitter’s longer, and more storytelling-friendly 280-character limit.
I’ve made the pitcher on my table human again.
Her elegant white neck, belly slightly bloated
We’re pleased to announce our fifteenth issue, The Pink Issue, which will be published in early 2019.