By Kate Forsyth
I was enchanted with the Grimm Brothers’ fairy tales from the moment I read them as a little girl, sick and lonely in hospital. I was only seven, but I still remember the transformative experience of reading the tales by myself for the first time.
I had been given a copy of the edition translated by Lucy Crane in 1882, and illustrated by the exquisite line drawings of her brother Walter. The tales were bound in red leather with gilt lettering, like something rare and precious. That book began for me a lifelong fascination with fairy tales.
Like many people, I thought the Grimm brothers had lived long, long ago, and had travelled around Germany collecting stories from old women hunched over their spinning wheels in cottages hidden deep in the forest. My view of their lives and work was romantically coloured by the film The Wonderful World of the Brothers Grimm. Wilhelm Grimm (played by the brooding Lithuanian-born actor Laurence Harvey) neglects his work as a researcher for a duke, collecting folk-tales instead and scribbling them down each night in his garret. Poor and desperate, he ends up feverishly ill with pneumonia. Then all the fairy tale characters from his tales appear to him in a dream, begging him not to die.
They say: “Our lives depend on you. If you die, we will never be born! Who will give us our names?”
So Wilhelm names them. Tom Thumb, Cinderella, Snow White, Hansel and Gretel, Little Red Riding Hood, Rumpelstiltskin …
That was, I am sure, the moment in which I learned that stories cannot exist without a storyteller.
Wilhelm recovers and takes up his quill again. Papers fly everywhere, and then – with a crescendo of dramatic music – a great thick leather-bound book appears, filled with tales of adventure and wonder. I was riveted to the screen. So that’s how it happens, I thought to myself. That’s how books are made.
In the final scene of the movie, Jacob and Wilhelm are invited to join the Royal Academy in Berlin, but no mention is made of Wilhelm’s seminal work in collecting and rewriting the old tales. Jacob plans to make a speech condemning the Academy for their neglect of him. When Wilhelm and his wife Dorothea arrive at the station in Berlin, however, they are met by a crowd of children all chanting ‘we want a story! We want a story!’
Wilhelm draws the children close and says, ‘Once upon a time there were two brothers …’
I remember watching that scene, sitting in the back seat of my father’s car at a drive-in movie theatre, with a big lump in my throat as if I had tried to swallow a whole handful of popcorn. I had to wipe my eyes on the sleeve of my t-shirt. I might have been ten or eleven, a skinny kid with long brown plaits and scabby knees and fingers always marked with blue ink from all the scribbling I did myself.
What I felt was a kind of longing. I wanted that moment for myself.
This was not a flash of epiphany in which I realised I had to be a writer. I already knew that. I’d written at least two novels already by then. Maybe three.
The Wonderful World of the Brothers Grimm was, however, the moment in which I became interested in the tales behind the tales… in the history and the meaning and the purpose of stories.
Soon afterwards, I read The Glass Slipper by Eleanor Farjeon and The Stone Castle by Nicholas Stuart Gray, novels which quickened my lifelong love of fairy tale retellings. As I grew up, I discovered C.S. Lewis’s retelling of ‘Cupid and Psyche’, Till We Have Faces, and Robin McKinley’s Beauty. At university, I studied ‘Children’s Literature’ and ‘Culture, Myth and Symbolism,’ and read Jung, Bettelheim, Warner and Zipes for the first time.
By now I was getting published… a poem here and a story there… and I was writing a novel which drew on ‘The Little Mermaid.’ A girl who cannot speak, whose every step in the world hurts her. I dressed in flowing velvet dresses with boots, and tried to grow my hair long enough to sit on.
My interest in fairy tales continued. I bought books with titles like Redemption Motifs in Fairy Tales and The Witch Must Die: The Hidden Meaning of fairy Tales. I kept on reading, I kept on writing, I kept on being published.
Then, one day, I decided to write a story which had been haunting my imagination for as long as I could remember – a retelling of ‘Rapunzel.’ To help me do the story justice, I wrote my novel Bitter Greens as part of a Doctorate of Creative Arts and so got to spend three or four years steeping myself in fairy tale studies.
When I begin a new novel, the first thing I do is begin compiling my library. I hunt out all the old rare and cobwebby books on my subject that I can – and the fresh, bright ones, too. Then I begin to obsessively read. One of the books I bought for my research was called Clever Maids: The Secret History of the Grimm Fairy Tales by the US writer and academic Dr Valerie Paradiž. It examines the oral and literary sources of the famous tales, giving names and a history to the storytellers who had passed on their lore to Jacob and Wilhelm Grimm.
Most of them were women.
The Brothers Grimm, translated by Lucy Crane, illustrated by Walter Crane
For example, ‘Aschenputtel’ was told by a poor old woman in a workhouse in the small medieval town of Marburg.
‘Little Red Cap’ was told by Jeannette and Marie Hassenpflug, young middle-class women of French descent who met often in a storytelling circle in Hesse, the town in which the Grimm brothers lived. They were also the sources of ‘The Robber Bridegroom’ and ‘Briar Rose.’ Their brother Louis married the Grimm brothers’ younger sister, Lotte.
‘The Worn-Out Dancing Shoes’ was told to Wilhelm by Jenny von Droste-Hülstoff, the niece of Werner von Haxthausen, who studied law with the Grimms at Marburg University. His sisters (Jenny’s aunts) told him ‘The Bremen Town Musicians.’
‘The Goose Girl’ was told by Dorothea Viehmann, widow to an innkeeper, who came to the Grimms’ house selling vegetables. She also told Wilhelm ‘Hans My Hedgehog’ and ‘The Lazy Spinner,’ among numerous other tales, and was immortalised by Wilhelm’s description of her as the perfect storyteller in the introduction to the second volume on tales, published in 1814. (In the 1980s, this extolling of Dorothea Viehmann by the Grimms – when all the other tellers were kept anonymous – was interpreted as a kind of literary fraud by the American academic John M. Ellis. He theorises in his book One Fairy Tale Too Many that the Grimms deliberately set out to create the myth that their tales were told to them by poor old German peasants, and so deliberately concealed the identities of other, more bourgeois tellers. His theory has caused quite a lot of controversy but has not ultimately dimmed the Grimm brothers’ lustre).
The biggest contribution to the brothers’ collection of tales was the girl who had grown up next door to them. Her name was Henriette Dorothea Wild, but she was called Dortchen by her friends and family, and she was just nineteen when she began to share her stories. She was the source of ‘Rumpelstiltskin,’ ‘Six Swans,’ ‘The Frog King,’ ‘The Elves and the Shoemaker,’ ‘Sweetheart Roland,’ ‘Mother Holle,’ ‘The Three Little Men in the Wood,’ ‘The Singing Bone,’ ‘All-Kinds-of-Fur,’ and ‘The Singing, Springing Lark,’ and she was also the most probable source of ‘Hansel and Gretel.’ Dortchen certainly provided the famous rhymes, usually translated into English as ‘little mouse, little mouse, who is nibbling at my house?’ with the children replying, ‘it’s the wind so wild, the heavenly child.’
Dortchen Wild told Wilhelm Grimm almost one quarter of the Grimm brothers’ first collection of fairy tales. She also, in the end, married him.
So, when Wilhelm stepped off the train in Berlin to a crowd of adoring children clamouring for a story in The Wonderful World of the Brothers Grimm, it should have been his wife Dorothea who drew the children close and told them a story. Yet in the movie all she does is listen and smile.
Perhaps it was the injustice of this that made me want to tell her story so passionately. Perhaps it was because I too was a storyteller struggling to make my voice heard.
Perhaps it was because the true love story of Wilhelm Grimm and Dortchen Wild was far more full of drama and heartbreak and triumph than any script cooked up by MGM.