The night is stormy: come to my house and tell me what I can do for you.". I’m not at all sure I would’ve loved this when I was little, but I loved it now. My only wish is that it would have been longer to spend more time watching characters develope. All was safe and pleasant though so dark and damp and deep. She did just as Silverhair did, and as the fairies wanted her to do; she darted to the window, pulled it open, got upon the ivy, and so scrambled to the ground. So the next moment she heard the voices of the three bears upon the stair, big voice, middle voice, and little voice, and she heard their soft, heavy tread, as if they had stockings over their boots, coming nearer and nearer to the door of her room, till she could bear it no longer. Perhaps he can tell you. "But now," she went on, "I must get you washed and dressed, and then we shall have some supper.". And moving a slide in the wall of his house, he first looked out, and then tapped upon a thick piece of crystal that filled the round opening. "Are you the oldest man of all?" He did not move as she entered, so she passed round that she might stand before him and speak to him. "What do you want here, beautiful woman?" The children age through life before the end. "Yes, mother, quite well," answered the fish. And yet you are my own old Mossy! If she had looked round, however, she would have seen that she was followed by a very different creature from a bear. That river is the only way to him.". No forests, no leaves, no birds were visible. For they were younger and better, and stronger and wiser, than they had ever been before. Fairy tales are some of the oldest forms of literature. And she smiled a smile which the sadness in it made more lovely. Nor could any change of place restore the vision to the boy's eyes. The Golden Key is something I … After sitting for a while, each, looking up, saw the other in tears: they were each longing after the country whence the shadows fell. The light came from the moon, but it did not look like moon light, for it gleamed through those seven pillars in the middle, and filled the place with all colours. If you are looking for an easy story to just hop through then the Light Princess is a better choice from MacDonald's work, or if you're looking for a good solid sto. Tangle had said. But without the point. So he lingered. Tangle came up behind him, and peeping through the window into the heart of the great deep green ocean, saw the most curious creatures, some very ugly, all very odd, and with especially queer mouths, swimming about everywhere, above and below, but all coming towards the window in answer to the tap of the Old Man of the Sea. I go there myself sometimes. Start by marking “The Golden Key” as Want to Read: Error rating book. I understood what many of the allusions were in this story, but can someone tell me what the hell this book is all about? “Is it good?”, Great Children's Books Written Prior to the 1950s, 56 of the Most Anticipated Young Adult Books of 2021. Not even the sound of water reached them. In the end, the boy defeats wind as he crosses the sea on foot, a mirror of Jesus walking. But some of the things which pleased them most they never knew how to describe. Macdonald while seldom still talked about, is an obvious precursor to the likes of Alice in Wonderland, Peter and Wendy, and Lord of the Rings. The Golden Key (George MacDonald). she returned. So saying she went to the door of the tank, and spoke; and now Tangle understood her perfectly. In true MacDonald fashion, not everything lines up to a specific allegorical meaning but rather guides the reader into contemplation and quiet awareness of spiritual realities in general, and in particular the trials that cleanse and mature us along our way. At length she fell fast asleep. The children age through life before the end. Just a moment while we sign you in to your Goodreads account. ", "It is good," said Mossy. All at once she saw an ape making faces at her out of the mirror, and the heads carved upon a great old wardrobe grinning fearfully. Last Updated on May 11, 2015, by eNotes Editorial. W. H. Auden's afterword touches upon why this is such a good Christian literature. After looking at him for a moment, the Old Man took him by the hand and led him into his inner cave. The story unfolds in a mysterious, surreal, dream-like flow. This is the first of McDonald's "children's" books that I've read and I found myself wincing at parts (I won't go into detail right now about which ones) that I thought were too stilted, underdeveloped or just weird. 'You are my fish. But at length in rushed the shining fish, and snuggled down in the pot. "In there you will find a bath, in which you must lie till I call you.". "You have tasted of death now," said the Old Man. It was covered with the green leaves and white blossoms of a creeping plant. You are thirteen and more now.". Her hair had grown to her feet, and was rippled like the windless sea on broad sands. All of the other tales I've read, the characters just plod along through an uninteresting adventure. Maurice Sendak (1928-2012) was the author and illustrator of such classic children's books as Where the Wild Things Are and In the Night Kitchen . His feet made no holes in the water. It was the light their colours gave that showed the place in which they were. And the moment his white wings moved, they began to throw off a continuous shower of sparks of all colours, which lighted up the passage before them. "I like your saying so, and I shall be quite satisfied," answered the lady. Tangle and Mossy often lifted their heads and gazed upwards to descry whence the shadows came; but they could see nothing more than a bright mist spread above them, higher than the tops of the mountains, which stood clear against it. $23.68. So he contented himself with standing as near it as he might, and watching the forms that ascended the glorious colours towards the unknown height of the arch, which did not end abruptly but faded away in the blue air, so gradually that he could not say where it ceased. "Perhaps I am not old either. He started back a step in dismay. Only the spring of the rainbow-arch was visible. I’m not at all sure I would’ve loved this when I was little, but I loved it now. "Oh, I have waited for you so long! Only those who like to understand the mind of G. MacDonald, and those who like poetic imagery. As I read it, I delighted in ideas … Addeddate 2016-12-01 12:08:44 Boxid 00024620244 "Some people call me the Old Man of the Sea. You are like the oldest man of all. It was quite dark about her, and yet she could see. "But you are a great, splendid, beautiful lady," said Mossy. The Golden Key, a Soviet fantasy film directed by Aleksandr Ptushko; The Golden Key, a Vietnamese romantic war film directed by Lê Hoàng; Literature "The Golden Key" (Grimm's Fairy Tales), a fairy tale The Golden Key (MacDonald book), an 1867 fairy tale by George MacDonald; The Golden Key, a 1996 fantasy novel by Jennifer Roberson, Melanie Rawn, … The language is archaic, but beautiful, and the story is classic G.M. No, no. What will it open? he said, in delight and astonishment. A boy and girl set out to find the golden key, which unlocks the door to the land of falling shadows. She took off the girl's night-gown, rose with her in her arms, and going to the wall of the cottage, opened a door. I is very symbolic and I feel in this reading I just barely scratched the surface of what MacDonald has to teach hear. This book has more metaphor and symbolism that Dylan's first four albums. She went down the winding-stair, till she began to fear there was no end to it. Sometimes they seemed lovers that passed linked arm in arm, sometimes father and son, sometimes brothers in loving contest, sometimes sisters entwined in gracefullest community of complex form. You must not mind my asking you questions, for you may ask me the same questions, every one of them, and any others that you like. I read this because Sendak illustrated it. It was still only a small portion of a huge bow. "Do not send me out into the great heat again," prayed Tangle. I really wasn't sure what was going on, or what the point was of what did occur. At length the light began to return, and at last they came out upon a narrow path on the face of a lofty precipice. And I have lived a good while, I believe," said Mossy, sadly. It fitted. Tangle at length, although filled with awe, ventured to ask. "And," said the lady, "If you should lose each other as you go through the--the--I never can remember the name of that country,--do not be afraid, but go on and on.". What did you do after I lost you? "Thousands of years old,' answered the lady. She soon found that it was the fishes talking. The golden key by Macdonald, George, 1824-1905. In his right hand Mossy held the golden key. There is much in terms of rich imagery and provocative symbols, but nothing is quite so moving for me as their experience in the midst of the shadows. And still Mossy journeyed eastward. ", "I suppose, being gold," the boy once said, thoughtfully, "that I could get a good deal of money for it if I sold it.". Everything she had seen, or learned from books; all that her grandmother had said or sung to her; all the talk of the beasts, birds, and fishes; all that had happened to her on her journey with Mossy, and since then in the heart of the earth with the Old man and the Older man--all was plain: she understood it all, and saw that everything meant the same thing, though she could not have put it into words again. And it was alright ... but mostly just really confusing. Mossy could not bear this, and rose at once. Gentle and subtle, and the sacrifice and metamorphosis of the "air-fish" is particularly lovely. The trunks stood like rows of red columns in the shine of the red sun, and he could see down aisle after aisle in the vanishing distance. Seven years had she sat there waiting. I is very symbolic and I feel in this reading I just barely scratched the surface of what MacDonald has to teach hear. She was afraid to enter, and turning again towards the stair, grew giddy at sightc of the depth beneath her, and was forced to throw herself down in the mouth of the cave. When she awoke, she saw an old man with long white hair down to his shoulders, leaning upon a stick covered with green buds, and so bending over her. "I wish I could see that country too," he said. $6.89. For seven years she had stood there watching the naked child with his coloured balls, and it seemed to her like seven hours, when all at once the shape the balls took, she knew not why, reminded her of the Valley of Shadows, and she spoke:--. Tangle was soon lost in the strangest, loveliest dreams. Out of that pot comes something more than the dead fish, you will see.". But that was their fault, the naughty women! "Now have we done the fish any harm?" Nor did this lead him farther than half-way up the rock, where it ended on a platform. Nothing yet! Hello Select your address Best Sellers Today's Deals Electronics Customer Service Books New Releases Home Computers Gift Ideas Gift Cards Sell "I want to find the country whence the shadows fall," said Mossy. Goodreads helps you keep track of books you want to read. Now, although she did not know it, this was the very best way she could have gone; for nothing is ever so mischievous in its own place as it is out of it; and, besides, these mischievous creatures were only the children of Fairyland, as it were, and there are many other beings there as well; and if a wanderer gets in among them, the good ones will always help him more than the evil ones will be able to hurt him. And it was of the same new colour that he had seen in the rainbow when he saw it first in the fairy forest. George MacDonald's "The Golden Key" is really only a short story (or maybe a short novelette), but is packed with wonder and awe. Though "The Golden Key" can thus be read as reflecting MacDonald's explicitly Christian ideas, of course, it need not be. I never saw him myself.". She was tall and strong, with white arms and neck, and a delicate flush on her face. The next moment she descried, in a comer of the cave, a little naked child, sitting on the moss. "How old are you. It was round, like a snow-hut or a wigwam; and she could see neither door nor window in it. I can only tell you that if you look for it you will find it. I am sorry to lose you, but it will the best thing for you. You don't know that it is three years since you ran away from the bears. "I dare say you do. "We must find the country from which the shadows come," said Mossy. The mass was chiefly made up of the shadows of leaves innumerable, of all lovely and imaginative forms, waving to and fro, floating and quivering in the breath of a breeze whose motion was unfelt, whose sound was unheard. This, however, stands to be reputed by others more qualified, with stronger skills of literary interpretation. 0 (0 Reviews) Published: 1867. And as he gazed into the forest he began to feel as if the trees were all waiting for him, and had something they could not go on with till he came to them. He then spoke something Tangle could not understand. By. The rainbow alone was visible by its own light. They tried everything on the maids without effect, and at last resolved upon making a clean riddance, beginning with the child. She saw nothing of the beautiful lady, but she felt that she was near her all the time; and she took care not to go out of sight of the cottage. She saw no one in the cave. But the smile never came, and the moonlight lay there unbroken. It turned in the lock to the sounds of Aeolian music. "I am too busy for that. All at once he vanished, and Tangle heard a low, sweet sound, quite different from the rush and crackle of his wings. They journey through Fairyland in search of the lock worked by a mysterious golden key they have found. All I can do for you is to give you clothes. "Won't you give me a pair of shoes too, Grandmother?" Have you got the key still?". Let us know what’s wrong with this preview of, Published A lovely little creature in human shape, with large white wings, rose out of it, and flew round and round the roof of the cottage; then dropped, fluttering, and nestled in the lap of the lady. George MacDonald: An Illustrated Anthology BLOG: New Scots-English Edition of Robert Falconer! He looked very handsome in them. He lay for a while, turning it over and over, and feeding his eyes upon its beauty. There she lay, half asleep with weariness and rest, listening to the low plash and retreat of the tiny waves, which seemed ever enticing the land to leave off being land, and become sea. He could count all seven colours, and could see shade after shade beyond the violet; while before the red stood a colour more gorgeous and mysterious still. She was in great terror and distress, when the air-fish, swimming into the thicket of branches, began tearing them with its beak. "I'm not sure that I'm not old. It was smooth as glass. He next drew a long curved line in the sand with his finger, and laid the egg in it. Suddenly, far among the trees, as far as the sun could shine, he saw a glorious thing. They climbed out of the earth; and, still climbing, rose above it. But I am a fish no longer. ", Full disclosure: The biggest reason I requested a copy of, Bewilderingly creative--almost to the point of being, as one reviewer put it: "stream of consciousness.". It was a colour he had never seen before. They sat down and ate the fish, and then the winged creature rose from the pot, circled the roof, and settled on the lady's lap. The Golden Key is a long short story by George MacDonald, first published in 1867. Share This. Tangle now remarked that the lid was on the pot. Having long been a devoted obsessive to children's literature, and having a particular fondness for its origins in post-Romantic era England, I have to say it's a little embarrassing to have not read George MacDonald before now. I understood what many of the allusions were in this story, but can someone tell me what the hell this book is all about? For she knew there must be an infinite meaning in the change and sequence and individual forms of the figures into which the child arranged the balls, as well as in the varied harmonies of their colours, but what it all meant she could not tell. 0 (0 Reviews) Free Download. Her form was tall and noble. And with the repose there lay on his face a shimmer as of moonlight, which seemed as if any moment it might break into such a ravishing smile as would cause the beholder to weep himself to death. The author and illustrator's notes at the end were interesting and informative. I never could find the keyhole. For the rainbow of Fairyland is not dependent upon the sun, as ours is. The moment she looked in his face, she saw that he was a youth of marvellous beauty. A door opened upon slow hinges, and disclosed a winding stair within. It vanished. He could now see a great deal more of it. It led her gently along till all at once it swam in at a cottage door. I know I also read ‘At the Back of the North Wind’ and didn’t care for it as much. Tangle went up. She was standing at the foot of a tree in the twilight, listening to a quarrel between a mole and a squirrel, in which the mole told the squirrel that the tail was the best of him, and the squirrel called the mole Spade-fists, when, the darkness having deepened around her, she became aware of something shining in her face, and looking round, saw that the door of the cottage was open, and the red light of the fire flowing from it like a river through the darkness. Then the water could carry her no farther. Its head was like the head of a small owl. that I do not know. Then Tangle was content to go without shoes too. They knew that they were going up to the country whence the shadows fall. The trees welcomed him. "No, they do not," he answered. Here he stood and pondered.--It could not be that the way stopped here, else what was the path for? "You will not be afraid of anything I do with you--will you?" My four year old loved it. Then she bathed in a stream that ran merrily through the trees, and felt happier; for having once been in her grandmother's pond, she must be clean and tidy ever after; and, having put on her green dress, felt like a lady. ", They returned to the outer cave, and sat and talked together for a long time. Then the lady, who had been looking on all the time, spoke again; whereupon some thirty or forty of the fishes rose out of the water underneath Tangle, and so bore her up to the arms the lady held out to take her. I am very, very old. Last Updated on July 29, 2019, by eNotes Editorial. First Edition. So she crept through an opening in the arbour, and stood in the forest. A classic, allegorical fairy tale from one of the forefathers of modern fantasy literature, The Golden Key--first published as part of George MacDonald's story collection Dealings with the Fairies--is presented in this special edition featuring the author's complete text and lavish illustrations by Maurice Sendak, the Caldecott Medal-winning creator of Where the Wild Things Are. They found it composed of smooth, light-coloured sandstone, undulating in parts, but mostly level. I think I do. ... A Dish of Orts by George MacDonald Download Read more. Plus, air-fish! It disclosed a great hole that went plumb-down. I want more time than she does. The adventurous wanderings of a boy and girl to find the keyhole which fits the rainbow's golden key. It was as white as snow, and as delicate as cream. Do you know I can't find a clean spot on your face to kiss! answered Tangle, rising. The lady then showed Mossy into just such another chamber as that of Tangle; and in the morning he found a suit of clothes laid beside him. But what do you want?" Thereupon the fishes got together in the middle of the tank, with their heads forming a circle above the water, and their tails a larger circle beneath it. She has got to be one of my favorite characters in fiction, and even a brief appearance is wonderful. But she could not go far with out looking back at the marvellous Child. How did you come here? Word Count: 368. The creature takes such good care of its golden key, always flitting from place to place, lest any one should find it! The way to it was difficult and dangerous, but down the narrow path they went, and reached the bottom in safety. "No, my dear; no shoes. Then the air-fish came from behind her, and swam on in front, glittering and sparkling all lovely colours; and she followed. Yet she went on. Be the first to ask a question about The Golden Key. At least I always thought so. I read the version of this book that was illustrated by Ruth Sanderson and it was a beautiful reading experience. I had supper long ago," said Tangle. At length the Old Man of the Sea rose, and said to Mossy,--. As evening drew on, the shadows fell deeper and rose higher. asked Tangle. I'm going to listen again. She had never seen anything so beautiful. Yet Mossy knew her at once. Then they took hold of each other's hand, and walked on in silence and in some dismay. ", "You may stop here tonight, and have some of my supper. "Will you tell me where to find the Old Man of the Sea?". They want the whole earth nice and clean. Flashes of meaning would now pass from them to Tangle, and now again all would be not merely obscure, but utterly dark. A boy and girl set out to find the golden key, which unlocks the door to the land of falling shadows. Are not you the Old Man of the Sea? ", "What you see I am," answered the shape. Suddenly they came upon a rude doorway, by which they entered a narrow gallery cut in the rock. She took Tangle on her knee, and began to sing to her--such songs as made her wish she could listen to them for ever. She tried to understand what they said; but their speech was so old-fashioned, and rude, and undefined, that she could not make much of it. We’d love your help. It grew darker and darker, till it was pitch dark, and they had to feel their way. fairytale... you think you understand the allegory, but sometimes feel uncertain if things are put in for meaning or for the thrill of the fantastical. It was a rough path, not very plain, yet certainly a path.--He examined the face of the rock. One of the truly great aspects to having kids is the surprising return to childhood authors long forgotten. In a terror of delight he put out his hand and took it, and had it. indeed, that would be worth doing," said the old man. But the rainbow only glowed the brighter. "What can I do for you?". she said, returning. At length one of them flew up into the lady's hand, looking lively and ready. "Ah! In the morning she woke to the rustling of leaves over her head, and the sound of running water. They soon learned enough of their language to ask them necessary questions. (The written version of this review was first published February 11, 2017. They heard the flap of its wings die away in the distance. Of a transcendent book, aimed at both children and adults. He drew out the key. So they pinch the maids black and blue and play them all manner of uncomfortable tricks. For there she hoped to find Mossy again. The children just kind of go through the story ... and there are no hardships ... just strange talking fish. There were no creeping things in the way. It was followed by a youth who had outgrown his worn garments. Three exciting rediscoveries for me have been Ruth Krauss, Randall Jarrell and of course the chimerical George Macdonald. "I think I want you. It ended and I thought..."is that really it? He stood gazing at it till he forgot himself with delight--even forgot the key which he had come to seek. When she opened her eyes, she saw a beautiful little creature with wings standing beside her, waiting. Through this archway Tangle fell exhausted into a cool mossy cave. And by this time I think they must have got there. Looking down, they could not tell whether the valley below was a grassy plain or a great still lake. From behind she could see his white beard spread out on the rocky floor in front of him. My tank is getting thin.". Only a few could get their mouths against the glass; but those who were floating miles away yet turned their heads towards it. It turned. How long they were in crossing this plain I cannot tell; but before night Mossy's hair was streaked with grey, and Tangle had got wrinkles on her forehead. 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