Thursday, October 6, 2011

Cinderella Skeleton is a Tenderly Ghoulish Treat for the Goth Crowd

I’ve seen many different versions of the classic Cinderella story over the years. One of the most unusual is Cinderella Skeleton, a ghoulish take on the fairy tale that is written by Robert D. San Souci and illustrated by David Catrow, an exceptional artist whose work has wowed me in the Christmas books How Murray Saved Christmas, Merry Un-Christmas and Silly Dilly Christmas Songs: Where Did They Hide My Presents?.

As you might guess from the title, in this version, Cinderella is a skeleton, and so is almost every other character in the book. The look is quite comparable to The Nightmare Before Christmas and Corpse Bride; it’s macabre, yet there’s also a definite sweetness to it. Cinderella herself is just as kind and gentle as she is in any version I’ve encountered, and her stepfamily is just as cruel. The prince, meanwhile, is dashing as can be in a sharp blue uniform with gold epaulets that reminds me a lot of the Beast’s duds in the ballroom scene of Disney’s Beauty and the Beast.

The basic contours of the story really are pretty much the same. Cinderella is a poor overworked girl who lives with her frivolous, mean-spirited stepsisters and stepmother. There is no mention of her father, and really, considering the circumstances, that seems a bit odd; if they’re all dead, then shouldn’t her father be with them? But maybe in this version of the story her father died far from home. Or maybe he’s the only one still alive. In any case, though, Cinderella Skeleton is a dreamer, and she longs above all else to attend the Halloween Ball. She is more proactive than most in that instead of having a fairy godmother come to her in her hour of despair, Cinderella seeks out the aid of a wood witch. What’s more, she goes and collects the objects the old – but seemingly not deceased – woman recommends.

It is perhaps fitting that a Cinderella who takes such initiative should be given a longer visit with her prince. She is allowed to remain at the ball until morning – by the sky, not the clock. Thus, there is more time for the two bony lovebirds to make a real connection. In a rather unnecessarily grotesque move, the prince ends up with not just his ladylove’s shoe but her foot as well, but at least there’s no blood involved as he searches his unconventional kingdom, severed foot in tow.

Yeah, that part sounds a bit gross, and it is, but it’s very much in keeping with the overall style of the book, which has a definite beauty about it despite the icky images. Catrow’s artistry in watercolor and pencil is unmistakable, and Cinderella still manages to look beautiful in her delicate blue lace draped over her like gauzy spider webs. Her empty sockets somehow look as sparkly as they would with eyes in them. The magnificent castle, complete with ominous vulture gargoyles, nearly shimmers in the pinkish glow of a fading sunset as a moon of monstrous size rises.

Meanwhile, the narration is finely crafted and complex. Each of the 26 stanzas contains seven lines, the first of which is “Cinderella Skeleton,” sometimes followed by punctuation. The other six lines follow the pattern ABBCCA, and the rhythm is consistent with wiggle room of a syllable or two. It’s a rather unusual pattern, and because of the distance between the first main line and the last, one almost has the tendency to forget what word is being rhymed. This is a book best read slowly. It certainly was written that way, with San Souci clearly relishing the clever wordplay as he carefully crafted each image. The descriptions make me chuckle and wince all at once. Take, for instance, this declaration of love from the prince: “Your gleaming skull and burnished bones, your teeth like polished kidney stones, your dampish silks and dankish hair, there’s nothing like you anywhere!” Aww. How touching.

This book really is exquisite in its own way. However, I do question the age recommendation of 3 to 7. I think that some aspects of this book might well freak out a child that young. What’s more, the complicated and formal way in which is it written seems likely to me to bore many kids in the read-aloud set. Frankly, the group I see embracing this book most readily is the Hot Topic crowd. All those teens who happily scoop up Jack Skellington merchandise would probably find this picture book a delightful Halloween diversion. I wouldn’t put a lot of stock in the age printed on the back, but if you know a child entranced by gothic imagery and willing to sit through some fairly lengthy poetic narration, Cinderella Skeleton is a surprisingly sweet Halloween treat.

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