Review: Cursed (Twenty Timeless Folk Tales)

Review: Cursed (Twenty Timeless Folk Tales)


It’s a prick of blood, the bite of an apple, the evil eye, a wedding ring or a pair of red shoes. Curses come in all shapes and sizes, and they can happen to anyone, not just those of us with unpopular stepparents…

Here you’ll find unique twists on curses, from fairy tale classics to brand-new hexes of the modern world – expect new monsters and mythologies as well as twists on well-loved fables. Stories to shock and stories of warning, stories of monsters and stories of magic.’

This collection of twists on folk and fairytales is an absolute joy to read. I’d intended to read one or two of the stories and save the rest… All I can say is that that didn’t happen. Fairytales and folktales are some of my favourite things, particularly because of the cultural features and inbuilt messages from the times and societies in which they were written, and I absolutely love reading new interpretations and twists on stories that may be timeless in terms of their entertainment factor, but perhaps not so morally relevant now (for example, a princess waiting around for a prince to save her is no longer a particularly positive message for young girls) and what nuances within the tale can be tweaked to make it an entirely different story with a new message. I was thrilled to see another collection of this sort from Titan, having previous read Hex Life (twists on tales of magic and witchery) and adored it.

I’m going to stick to commentary about two of my favourite stories from Cursed, the first being As Red as Blood, as White as Snow by Christina Henry. This tale is based on Snow White and subverts the expectation that the Prince is indeed charming and the stepmother is evil. In this instance, Snow’s stepmother does everything that she can to try and protect her and give her a chance to survive her impending marriage to a prince who intends to claim her by whatever means necessary, having manipulated her father by enchantment and played the court into believing his dangerous obsession is devotion. There is a whole realm of terror in the simple sentence, “I see the way he looks at me.” The Prince starts out by using her engagement ring, a ruby, something designed to be beautiful, as a means of spying on her, having the ring quite literally bite into her skin so that she cannot shake free of his monitoring, and his determination to keep her entirely under his control and to do as he wishes only grows from there. In marrying her, the Prince sees her as nothing more than his possession and is set on her being obedient to his needs, which at first seem threatening enough in its sexual nature, but soon turns to something even darker. However, if one is to interpret the tale as a metaphor, this too signals abuse of power and manipulation of women, stealing their ‘hearts’ and casting them aside, dehumanising them and taking their agency. One of the things I enjoyed most about this story was Snow and the Queen working together and clearly caring for one another in a tale that, in most retellings, is still determined to cast her stepmother as evil and not take the opportunity of having women side together and not perceive each other to be a threat.

One of the other stories that I found especially effective is a retelling of Peter Pan, entitled Wendy, Darling, by Christopher Golden. In this tale, the features of the Peter Pan story are translated into a ‘real world’ scenario, in which Wendy has what her father and medical professionals have told her are mad delusions; visions of the Lost Boys who accuse her of forgetting them and abandoning them when she should have been their mother. On the eve of her wedding, Wendy sees the Lost Boys again, who prompt her to remember what she has tried to forget and move on from, which is heavily implied to be a childhood rape by a boy named James, nicknamed ‘Hook’ for his work at the butcher’s. Reality and her visions blur together on her wedding day, when boys others can see turn up and accuse her of being a bad mother, and from there the trauma that may well have triggered her delusions is unveiled. My assumption here is that either there are tales of Wendy passed among orphaned boys, based on what was originally witnessed years ago – that Wendy, in her shame and desperation, drowned her newborn child in the Thames – or her delusions take complete command of her own reality and no-one truly sees the children. Her parents have been utterly unwilling to support her or to believe what has happened, each of them leaving her to keep her ‘secret’ with the help of her brothers, until her guilt finally overwhelms her and her visions reach a peak that has her drowning herself in the same river that she felt was her only option nearly a decade ago. Her child, Peter, is the boy who never grew up; the boy who never got a chance to. Despicable though the behaviour of Wendy’s parents may be (I honestly don’t know whether I find her mother’s denial of the whole situation or her father’s determination to ‘fix’ her and marry her off worse), it is horribly in keeping for the time period in which it is set, in which a girl’s purity and marriage prospects are held above all else. This Wendy’s story is a tragedy, her trauma willingly mistaken for ‘fanciful stories’.

Cursed is a brilliant collection, out March 6th, and one I can’t recommend enough! Thank you, Titan Books, for sending me a copy!

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