To read Andersen’s fairy tales is to rediscover the adventure of the human story, to experience the sweet taste of goodness, and to marvel at the miraculous nature of reality.
A good deed is a travelling companion, a powerful seed, a mysterious power that never really dies or remains unacknowledged even though the sower of these actions never thinks about them as deserving of recognition or rewards. As Andersen shows, the most momentous, surprising boons of good fortune can often be traced to these forgotten deeds of a pure heart. In the story poor John parts with his last $50 to prevent two vindictive rogues from violating the dead body of a man who never paid them his debt. In a lonely, obscure place John pays the debt and performs his simple good deed for a dead man who cannot even say thank you — only to discover later that the dead man is no more dead than a buried seed or the remembered past.
To read Andersen is to revel in the magical enchantment of innocent play and to appreciate the precious memories of childhood — memories that always lead a person, no matter his age, back to the simple pleasures, the loving people, and the permanent things that make one fall in love with life all over again. The Snow Queen portrays Kay and Gerda playing outdoors in the glorious days of summer, beholding the beauty of creation, and delighting in the companionship of their friendship — a glimpse into an unfallen world that the innocence of a child's fun intimates. Childhood, of course, does not remain as the story demonstrates, but the happy memories of childhood enjoyed in the rose garden abide forever and always provide a road back to the true, the good, and the beautiful.
The world, however, shatters this pure vision. In the story a piece of glass from the broken fragments of the devil's mirror penetrates the eye and heart of Kay, and he wanders from the rose garden of summer to the frozen land of the Snow Queen where he loses his sense of wonder and love of fun and forgets the fond memory of Gerda and the pure joy of their summer days. The lingering memories of Gerda and the rose garden, however, have not disappeared. They rescue the hardened, cynical Kay from the land of ice. When Gerda finds him in the frozen world, she sheds tears of happiness, and sings their favorite song, Kay is touched, the ice in his heart melts, and the frozen world loses its spell. To be in touch with one's childhood, to remember the happy days of play, to recall the delightful companions of pure fun always leads one to the heart of reality where love, joy, goodness, and beauty abound forever.
In "The Swineherder"; a prince courting the emperor's daughter declares his love with the rare gifts of a perfect rose and a wondrous nightingale — a rose that blooms once in five years whose fragrance "would make one forget all one's sorrows and troubles"; and a nightingale whose piecing voice expressed "all the beautiful memories in the world."; Yet the emperor's daughter, who rejected the priceless gifts and the prince's exquisite love, finds herself purchasing from a dirty swine herder an odd saucepan that reveals all the smells of the kitchens in town and a rattle that produces the commonplace music of barn dances. Whereas the rose and nightingale were free gifts, the pan and the rattle cost the princess one hundred kisses. Just imagine what the emperor thinks and how he reacts when he sees a crowd of maids hiding the princess while she secretly and embarrassingly buys odd junk with intimate kisses!
To read Andersen's "The Emperor's New Clothes"; and "The Old House"; is to recall how God uses the foolish and the weak to confound the powerful and the worldly wise. Why is it that only the child dares to utter the simple truth that the king is naked whereas an entire court of weavers, king, ministers, and officials can only repeat "magnificent"; when asked their opinion of the emperor's "new"; clothing? Why is it that an antiquated house that the neighbors condemn as a depreciation of their property introduces a small boy into the pageantry of an ancient past and into a refined culture that captures his imagination by its portraits of knights in armor and women in silk gowns and by its "arm-chairs with great high backs and carving all over them";? Why do the neighbors in their new homes show no interest in the glorious past and venerable wisdom the old man's home captures when a child sees the old home as a world, a cornucopia to nourish the mind?
Andersen's stories never fail to teach the world of difference between the way things are and the way things ought to be: giving in order to receive or giving without expecting to gain, living an authentic childhood with fond memories or missing the joy of a happy childhood, valuing the highest and the best or settling for the mediocre and the banal, making a god of the belly or seeking the things that are above, and inheriting the treasures of the old or worshipping the cult of the modern. These classics are, in Matthew Arnold's words, "the best that has been thought and said"; for both the young and the old.
Mitchell A. Kalpakgian. "Hans Christian Andersen's Fairy Tales." Crisis Magazine (September 10, 2012).
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