Since I’m the new kid in town, I was thrilled to get an invitation from LouAnn at her blog, On the Homefront , to attend her Virtual Christmas Party on December 15. Ok, I admit it: it’s true that she’s invited virtually everyone (or everyone virtual). But I choose to think of it as a personal invitation since I enjoy her blog so much. We’re simpatico (says me) since we share the name Luanne (which technically is the correct spelling, but please don’t mention that to LouAnn).
Party-goers are to come as their favorite author or character from a book. We’re to bring a 1970s appetizer and a song request selected from specific artists. As if I were planning a costume for a costume party, I’ve been obsessing over my masquerade identity for days.
It didn’t take me long to realize I want to attend as Little Red Riding Hood. She’s my writing alter ego. I figured this out after reading Tristine Rainer’s Your Life as Story. In this fabulous book on writing memoir, Rainer describes how each writer (read: person) inherits a myth which forms a pattern for her own life. It’s our duty as writers to understand this and not to get trapped in old patterns to the extent that we follow them to an unhappy conclusion.
I could see right away, that though I was the princess who felt the pea under 4,000 mattresses and feather beds when I was a kid and Cinderella when I married a rescuing prince, my main storyline has been that of Little Red. In my journeys as Red, I have travelled from the family home back to my grandmother’s home to save grandmother from her own sad story. I’ve dodged the wolf many times. There are hundreds of Little Red versions around the world, and they all have different endings. I like that Little Red–whether she gets eaten, kills the wolf, or saves her siblings—remains tough and spunky.
Little Red is the pattern for my memoir Scrap. In this first draft of my book the narrator describes this connection: “This past year, a girl in my kindergarten class had brought her doll for Show and Tell. The little cloth Red Riding Hood was three dolls in one. When you turned Little Red upside down, you pulled her skirt over her head, and on the other end you got Granny. When you took off Granny’s cap and turned her around, it was the Wolf’s face on the reverse of Granny’s. The difference between Granny and the Wolf was like the difference between Dad’s two sides. I, of course, was Little Red Riding Hood.”
For years I collected Little Red dolls, without understanding why. When I taught college-level children’s literature, we read and compared many versions of the fairy tale. I’m not sure if Red’s story became mine because reading the Little Golden Book version was one of my earliest memories, although it’s certainly possible.
What I do know is that I won’t be attending LouAnn’s party as Nancy Drew or Judy Bolton, as Catherine Earnshaw or Lucy Snowe, as Emily Dickinson or Muriel Rukeyser. I’m going as Little Red Riding Hood and if my cape and hood look particularly Christmassy, that will just be the frosting on the Christmas cookie.
10 responses to “Through the Woods in My Cape”
I love this book too! It is my bible for memoir writing. Although I haven’t read it all the way through yet. I am Anne of Green Gables. I also think I am a main character in the book Little Women but I have to look at it again to remember her name. Every year I would wait eagerly for these two movies to come on Disney on our CBC channel – Sunday’s at 6pm so I could watch them. I remember the first time I saw Little Women I felt I found something amazing, a piece of me, and I was only 7 or 10 years or something.
I love that you collect Red Riding dolls. I have heard it said before that you should have some icon of your archetypes around you.
Marlene, Anne of Green Gables is a wonderful character. I felt the same way about Little Women, but even more so with one of Alcott’s sequels, Jo’s Boys. I was lucky enough to have all her books because they had belonged to my mother.
In my office, I have a Little Red doll and an Emily Dickinson doll, looking down at my desk.
Thanks so much for reading, Marlene!
can’t wait and now you have given me a great idea for my costume too! I am getting excited –Luanne who spells her name wrong-ha ha- from LouAnn wno spells her name right
Woohoo, I can’t wait to find out what costume you’re cooking up, LouAnn. See you on the 15th–and I’m sure before that, too.
you gave me the inspiration–it is going to be one of my two favourite childhood characters
Fascinating analysis, and I loved the three-way Little Red/Granny/Wolf doll. (Carl Jung would have had a lot of fun wit that doll.) Have a great time at the party, but watch out for toothy strangers on the way there…..
Wilma, I know–isn’t that doll amazing? I couldn’t believe I found one just like that one from my childhood. I also found a clown doll at an antique mall which is identical to one I had as a toddler, but I didn’t even know that until I saw a photo of myself with the doll. And, still, somehow I had “recognized” it when I saw it at the store. Thanks “mom” for the advice to avoid the wolf in the woods. Gee, I guess my story about the “kidnapper” (the Attempted Kidnapping of Memory”) relates to this, too!
Love this post! Synchronicity in the universe, myth is so dear to my heart. “Each writer (read: person) inherits a myth which forms a pattern for her own life” — the very thing I have been obsessing over these past two years, in fiction, poetry, and in my own life. Little Red Riding Hood, so dark, intriguing, richly layered. Have you read Wolf Parts by Matt Bell? And I’d never thought of it before, having symbols, objects, artwork. The doll is wonderful. I look forward to reading this book!
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