Sunday, May 26, 2013

La Belle Dame Sans Merci - Keats Blog Tour

In the Georgette Heyer novels I love so much there are several mentions of the dangerous Lord Byron, but he had several contemporaries, known as the Romantic Poets, not all of whom had Byron’s entrĂ©e to ton society.  One such was John Keats (1795-1821), humbly born, and orphaned relatively young.  He took up medicine as a career, but his love of beauty and literature had found expression in poetry by his late adolescence.  Inspired by Spenser’s Faerie Queen, he entered “a new world of bright colour and honied language, of romantic adventure and chivalric devotion far above the level of actual life,” according to one biographer, Aileen Ward, and wrote his first poem.  
Keats' first poem was published in 1816, and my favorite, La Belle Dame San Merci, was written in 1819, early in his sadly short career (just two years later, he died of tuberculosis, the family disease).  Depressed by the recent death of his brother, and inspired by Dante, Chaucer, Robert Burns, and others, Keats depicts a lonely and despairing knight who has been enchanted by a mysterious woman and then rejected.  
I
O what can ail thee, knight-at-arms,
Alone and palely loitering?
The sedge has wither’d from the lake,
And no birds sing.

Many poets embrace themes of love and loss but in La Belle Dame Sans Merci Keats created images that would not only be remembered by readers but also fueled the imagination of many artists.   The best known is this 1893 painting by Pre-Raphaelite John William Waterhouse:
In the poem, the contrast between the pale knight and the heartless temptress is drawn carefully.  In the first three stanzas, the “haggard” knight is introduced, and in the following nine, he tries to explain what happened to him.  At first he tried to assert authority by making her a garland and setting her on his steed. She then takes over by feeding him wild honey, and takes him to her “elfin grot” where he is in her thrall.  He kisses her but is distracted by seeing the shades of her former victims, then wakes up alone and disconsolate.  He tells the reader he is loitering, clearly in hope that the lady will reappear and take him back to her enchanted grotto, but the reader knows she will not return.

Thanks for reading.  Thank you to Katherine Cox for inviting me to participate in the Keats Blog Tour.  I urge you to visit the other stops beginning on May 27th.  For more about Keats, I recommend John Keats by Nicholas Roe.  Here is the entire poem:


I
O
 WHAT can ail thee, knight-at-arms,
  Alone and palely loitering?
The sedge has wither’d from the lake,
  And no birds sing.
II.

O what can ail thee, knight-at-arms!
  So haggard and so woe-begone?
The squirrel’s granary is full,
  And the harvest’s done.

III.

I see a lily on thy brow
  With anguish moist and fever dew,
And on thy cheeks a fading rose
  Fast withereth too.

IV.

I met a lady in the meads,
  Full beautiful—a faery’s child,
Her hair was long, her foot was light,
  And her eyes were wild.

V.

I made a garland for her head,
  And bracelets too, and fragrant zone;
She look’d at me as she did love,
  And made sweet moan.

VI.

I set her on my pacing steed,
  And nothing else saw all day long,
For sidelong would she bend, and sing
  A faery’s song.

VII.

She found me roots of relish sweet,
  And honey wild, and manna dew,
And sure in language strange she said—
  “I love thee true.”

VIII.

She took me to her elfin grot,
  And there she wept, and sigh’d fill sore,
And there I shut her wild wild eyes
  With kisses four.

IX.

And there she lulled me asleep,
  And there I dream’d—Ah! woe betide!
The latest dream I ever dream’d
  On the cold hill’s side.

X.

I saw pale kings and princes too,
  Pale warriors, death-pale were they all;
They cried—“La Belle Dame sans Merci
  Hath thee in thrall!”

XI.

I saw their starved lips in the gloam,
  With horrid warning gaped wide,
And I awoke and found me here,
  On the cold hill’s side.

XII.

And this is why I sojourn here,
  Alone and palely loitering,
Though the sedge is wither’d from the lake,
  And no birds sing.

Thursday, May 2, 2013

Shadow Castle (Book Review)

Title: Shadow Castle
Author: Marian Cockrell
Illustrator: Olive Bailey
Publication Information: Whittlesey House, Hardcover, 1945; Scholastic, Paperbacks; iUniverse, paperback with chapters not included in the original edition, 2000.
Genre: Children's Fantasy
Plot: Lucy, a nine year old (presumably orphaned) who lives with her grandmother on a mountainside above a village, goes exploring in the deep, dark forest where she encounters a small white dog. The dog leads her through the forest into a valley where a handsome young man and a mysterious castle are waiting. The young man, Michael, shows her a tower room inhabited by the shadows of people who lived in the castle. They have waited for hundreds of years for their enchantment to be over and, coaxed, Michael spends the rest of the day telling Lucy (and the dog, Flumpdoria) stories about the magical inhabitants.
What I liked: Shadow Castle has enchanted me as well as several generations of readers! Michael tells Lucy about the magical prince who lived in the castle with his human wife Gloria, and Mika’s son Robin who runs afoul of a goblin kingdom. He describes Mika’s daughter Meira, sought after by many suitors, who leaves them behind to befriend and take tea with a dragon in one of the most memorable illustrations. Cockrell’s storytelling is so vivid the reader forgets Michael is merely telling Lucy a fairy tale.
About the Author: How I wish that my mother or I had written to Mrs. Cockrell to tell her how much we loved this book! We knew nothing about her but it turns out that Marian Cockrell and her husband Francis were both screenwriters in Hollywood, writing for shows such as Alfred Hitchcock Presents, Batman, Gunsmoke, and Perry Mason. Marian also wrote six adult novels, of which The Revolt of Sarah Perkins is my favorite. Her daughter, Amanda, is also a writer. Although I never met her, I sold and promoted at least one of Amanda’s books to B&N and Waldenbooks when I worked at Avon/Morrow. Of course, I noted the unusual name and read one of the books but it never occurred to me she was related to Marian! If I had, there might have been an opportunity to interact with Marian who was alive until 1999 and to meet Amanda herself! It is wonderful that she preserved her mother’s legacy by bringing Shadow Castle back into print in 2000 with previously unpublished material.  This blogger followed up with Amanda and researched the author, Olive Bailey.
Source: This was one of my mother’s childhood favorites, and I inherited her dark green hardcover. The pages are yellowed, the dust jacket long gone, and it contains a note that it was “produced in full compliance with the government’s regulations for conserving paper and other essential materials” during WWII. I recommend Shadow Castle to girls who like fantasy with humor.  It's also a great comfort read!  There are many other fans online, most of whom found the book through Scholastic Book Services in the 60s.