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List of Fairy Tales Referenced in Enchanted

Because I get asked this so many times–and because I have the audiobook to refresh my memory–here’s a handy-dandy list for you. I am sure this is incomplete, but at the very least, these are all the stories I meant to include ON PURPOSE.

List of Fairy Tales, Nursery Rhymes, and Classic Fantasy Novels Referenced in Enchanted (in order or appearance…mostly)

Madeleine Lemaire - Les fées (1908)1. “Monday’s Child is Fair of Face” (Nursery rhyme)
2. Seventh son of a seventh son (trope)
3. Cu Chulainn (Irish myth)
4. “The Foundling” (Grimm)
5. “The Frog Prince” (Grimm)
6. “Snow White & Rose Red” (Grimm)
7. “The Red Shoes” (Andersen)
8. “The Princess & the Pea” (Andersen)
9. “The Twelve Dancing Princesses” (Grimm)
10. The Princess Bride (Goldman)
11. “Rumpelstiltskin” (Grimm)
12. “Rapunzel” (Grimm)
13. “There Was an Old Woman Who Lived in a Shoe” (Nursery rhyme)
14. “Jack & the Beanstalk” (Grimm)
15. Robin Hood (English folklore)
16. “The Fairies” (aka “Diamonds & Toads”) (Perrault)
17. “Sleeping Beauty” (Grimm)
18. “What Little Boys are Made Of” (nursery rhyme)
19. “Cinderella” (Grimm)
20. “Snow White” (Grimm)
21. “Simple Simon” (Nursery rhyme)
22. “Fitcher’s Bird” (aka “Bluebeard) (Grimm/Perrault)
23. Comte de Saint Germain (French history/legend)
24. “One for Sorrow” (Nursery rhyme)
25. Tam Lin (Scottish ballad/legend)
26. The Darkangel (Pierce)
27. Beauty (McKinley)
28. The Secret Garden (Burnett)
29. “The Emperor’s New Clothes” (Andersen)
30. “The Goose Girl” (Grimm)
31. The Book of Three (Alexander)
32. “The Female of the Species” (Kipling)
33. “Sick” (Silverstein)
34. Anne of Green Gables (Montgomery)
35. Peter Pan (Barrie)
36. “Little Red Riding Hood” (Grimm)

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Some Things Live Forever

Because you’ve done this pose too, and you know it.


Stephanie & Lee — Ingram’s Angels

And this one:


Beau Ordoyne is not your lover.

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I Saw Elvis Last Night

Not this Elvis:

THIS Elvis:

I’m amazed I a.) got a decent picture and b.) managed to take anything at all before the Ryman Camera Nazis descended. They were in rare form last night. So was Elvis…during every second of his 90-minute encore. We just about "one more song"ed him to death.

Welcome to Nashville.

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But when I do, the whole world will hear us singing.

RIP Dom Deluise.
Jeremy was always one of my favorite characters. Who were yours?

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Susan Boyle: It Takes One to Know One

I was all set to write an Apex essay about introverts and tornadoes, but–as happens to writers from time to time–recent events compelled me to take my thoughts in another direction. Not about the huge lot of repairs my car suddenly needs, or the Unabomber squirrel who’s taken up residence in my attic, or the convention season I’m about to throw myself into, or–god forbid–Amazon.Fail. No, what’s been occupying my mind for the last few days nonstop has been Susan Boyle, Hero of the World.

If you’ve been hiding under a rock and haven’t managed to see Susan Boyle shock the world, watch it here. It’s seven minutes of your life you’ll be happy to lose over and over again. Don’t read the rest of this essay until you’ve seen it. And you might want a box of tissues handy.

I’m not sure what moment it was that I burst into tears watching this video. It might have been when that one girl in the audience turned up her nose incredulously. It might have been when Susan admitted to having never been kissed, or when she stumbled over the word "villages." It might have been after the second line of her song, when the audience all jumped to their feet in applause. It might have been Simon’s face, sighing and smiling like a kid who’s just been given the greatest gift in the universe. Someday I want to be looked at like that. Someday, I think we all do.

Whenever it was, I suddenly realized there was all this pressure in my chest and tears streaming down my cheeks. Like the Grinch,my heart grew so large it was hard to breathe. I have no idea what I was feeling then, but riding the crest of that wave of emotions was pride. I knew one thing without a doubt: Susan Boyle is my hero. And judging by the responses on Twitter and the posts I’ve seen scattered about the web, I’m not the only one who thinks so.

It was author C.E. "Catie" Murphy on whose blog I discovered Susan; if I didn’t love Catie to death already I’d certainly have reason to now. "What I love is how happy everybody is to share it," Catie wrote me. "She just keeps reminding me that everyone has hidden gifts."

It’s no secret that the world loves an underdog. It’s a foil, a trope on which many a book or movie has made millions. It’s the meek who inherit the earth. It’s the girl next door who lands on the moon. It’s the autistic boy who runs in the winning touchdown. It’s the Jamaican Olympic bobsled team. It’s the kid from Hawaii who becomes President of the United States. Dad once told me that he didn’t have to be a fan of a particular team in order to enjoy a sports game–he just sided with whoever was losing when he turned the television on. It made the game more worth the winning. Author Diana Rowland agrees that Susan Boyle’s story is right on par. "It’s the ultimate feel-good movie, boiled down into seven glorious minutes," she said. "Absolutely marvelous."

But forget movies–this is real life. Remember that man who saved the guy by pulling him under the subway? Remember the folks who helped get the kids out of the bus when that bridge collapsed? There are heroes living among us right here, right now. Any of us might be called to duty next, though few of us are actually brave enough to do so. What color is your soul? Do you have what it takes to bare it to this harsh, unforgiving world? Artists, writers, musicians — we folks claim to do this all the time. But do we? Do we really?

Consider the state of the world right now: we’re all afraid. We’re afraid of losing our jobs. We’re afraid of the stock market tanking all our 401Ks. We’re afraid of not being able to pay the rent or the mortgage. We’re afraid that storms or earthquakes will come and sweep away our houses like they’ve never been. We’re afraid we’ve been destroying the Earth all this time, and now it’s too late to take it back. We are ready to be mugged any minute by the monster in the back alley hungry to take our future, our identities, our homes, our jobs, and our lives. During the Cold War we were scared of the Russians. After 9/11 and 7/7 we were scared of terrorists. Now, it seems, we’re scared of everything. "What we get most of the time are horror stories," said Catie. "Imagine how much better the world might be if every day we were seeing stories like Susan Boyle’s headlining the news."

Indeed, what the world needed was not Spider-Man, or some alien from Krypton. The world needed some dowdy, pie-faced, forty-seven-year-old woman from nowhere, Scotland to step right up and show us the rainbow colors of her soul.

The moment she opened her mouth and sang that dream, Susan Boyle became a mirror to us all. We are all nervous and apprehensive, we are all overweight and unremarkable, we are all from a town no one’s ever heard of, we all have a cat named Pebbles, and we’ve all never been kissed. We’re not smart. We haven’t saved the world. We’re all hiding out on the Internet pretending we’re not lonely. Upon first glance, people look down on us. They yearn to make a snarky comment at our expense. They don’t know us. They don’t have to. They can go on living their petty, selfish lives without granting us so much as a passing glance. "We really can’t tell much of anything by looking at people," said Catie. "We justdon’t know anything about each other. My grandfather used to say there was something to learn from everybody. I think that’s true."

Deep down, we are all beautiful. We are all something special. We do make a difference, and we can change the world. The moment we touch someone else’s life, that person’s life changes. We are all Susan Boyle, and she is us. She taught us a lesson about who we were, and who we had the potential to be. And she shamed us all for misjudging her. "She showed that she deserved to be where she was," said Diana. "She deserved the standing ovation, and she knows that no one will ever snicker or roll their eyes at her again."

Susan’s song choice was simply icing on the cake. "I Dreamed a Dream," from Les Miserables has always been a beautiful song– be sure to look up the lyrics and read them all the way through. "I had a dream my life would be / So different from this hell I’m living…" In many ways, those words could be an anthem for our time. As Catie so eloquently put it, Susan Boyle’s performance was "a spark of brightness that offered some balance to a badly unbalanced world."

We all have hopes, and we all have dreams. Funny thing about dreams. A few decades ago, a thirty-four-year-old black doctor opened his mouth and told us about a dream he’d had. It was as much of an inspiration then as it is now.

No matter how old you are, you can be anything you want in this life. You can be a hero.  Just remember: heroes are as heroes do.

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No Foolin’

Happy birthday, Anne McCaffrey.

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…speaking of Ice Capades

Local boy Scott Hamilton came to visit Ingram today and talk about his book, The Great Eight: How to Be Happy (Even When You Have Every Reason to Be Miserable). My favorite bullet point? "Think Positive, Laugh, and Smile like Kristi Yamaguchi."

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Robert Asprin, RIP

Apparently Bob passed away on Wednesday, but 

 just brought it to my attention. He was only 62. I had no idea he was such a legend in the SCA, but it makes sense. I will miss seeing him at Dragon*Con and various other conventions we frequented…he was someone who brought joy into my life, and I’m sorry that I didn’t know him better.

What details I know are from his Wikipedia page, updated by someone who found him when he died.

As my friend James so aptly put it…he will be mythed.

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Genre Chick Interview: Anne McCaffrey

The reigning Grand Dame of Science Fiction, Anne McCaffrey is known to many as “The Dragonlady.” To me, she is the permanent resident of at least two entire bookshelves crammed full of cherished (and often re-read) titles. I leapt at the chance to interview this fascinating woman who has done more in her 81 amazing years on this planet than most folks could hope to accomplish in several lifetimes.

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Alethea Kontis: The bio on your Web site says you wrote your first novel in Latin class. Was that a Pern novel?

Anne McCaffrey: No, I did not write Eleutheria the Dancing Girl in Latin while in class. If I had, I might have done better, though I still got a B in the course. I must say that Latin has been an ineffable assistance to me all my writer’s life.

AK: Your first in-print publication was a response to the portrayal of women in a male-dominated science fiction genre. How did you feel when you got the acceptance for your first book?

AM: I felt totally euphoric when I got the message from Betty Ballantine that she was going to publish Restoree. I really had got tired of the dreary way in which romance was handled in SF. John Campbell explained that Astounding published more science-oriented stories because that was the readership he had to satisfy. Fortunately, those readers grew up and wanted more rounded stories, inclusive of romance. There are now ever so many more women writing SF&F and making a living out of it.

AK: What worlds do we have left to conquer?

AM: We still have to conquer war, or maybe conquer peace and make it stay.

AK: If you could go back in time and meet a young Anne McCaffrey, what would you tell her?

AM: I’d tell my younger self to go out and get more sex while I was young enough and pretty enough to attract guys.

AK: What one piece of advice do you most often give to new writers?

AM: For wannabe writers, READ.

AK: Who is the most interesting person you’ve ever met?

AM: The most interesting person I have met through SF is Koolness, the slurper. First appearing on my chatline.

AK: If you could meet one of your characters, who would it be?

AM: Robinton, probably, as I had an intense crush on the man I used as his model.

AK: Which was your most difficult book to write? The easiest?

AM: The most difficult was, I think, Dragonsdawn, as I had to lay the ground work for any future novels. Dr. Jack Cohen came to stay with me, he is a generalist scientist (knows enough about the other ‘ologies’ to give you a basic understanding.)

The easiest was Dragonsong because I had it all worked out in my head before I started to write. I actually knew several girls, and fellows, whose families did not appreciate their innate talents nor would they help them.

AK: What took you to Ireland?

AM: What took me to Ireland were the 3,000 wet miles between me and my ex-husband, and a good school system for my two younger children. Alec, the eldest, was already heading for college. And Charlies Haughey had set up an artist’s tax exemption scheme which, when I was not earning much, was invaluable.

AK: How do you think your background as a character actress helped in your writing process?

AM: Well, I also did a lot of stage directions, as well as acting, and being able to see from behind different eyes was a substantial asset in writing scenes.

AK: Based on what you’ve seen and what you know now, what do you wish for the world to come?

AM: Peace is what I wish for. I’ve been writing through I don’t know how many wars, little or big–doesn’t matter. People get killed and wounded and lives are torn apart, as well as real estate.

AK: What’s most difficult: riding a horse, riding a dragon, or riding a Rio3 [mobility] scooter?

AM: Riding the Rio scooter, of course. I have no brakes; you just lift your finger off the go-plate. But it has already dumped me three times because I didn’t get a smooth enough pavement in changing directions.

AK: What’s your favorite ice cream?

AM: ANY of the sherberts.

AK: If you could be any comic book superhero, which would you be?

AM: I wasn’t allowed to read comic books as a child, though I’d sneak a look at the Phantom when I was in the stationery shop. So I don’t know. “Dragonlady” has been a label put on me, but Lordy, what wouldn’t I give to look, and maybe even act, like Milton Caniff’s Dragon Lady from Terry and the Pirates.

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