"The Golden Key", like all of MacDonald's works, is for adults, even though very little of it would be unsuitable for children; like Lewis' and Tolkien's works, it is based solidly on a firm moral core which continues to resonate with me long after I have finished reading it. And the lady sat down with her again, and combed her hair, and brushed it, and then left it to dry while she got the supper. All was safe and pleasant though so dark and damp and deep. I is very symbolic and I feel in this reading I just barely scratched the surface of what MacDonald has to teach hear. She talked to it, carried it to the door, and threw it out into the dark. "Thousands of years old,' answered the lady. And I have lived a good while, I believe," said Mossy, sadly. "Will you tell me where to find the Old Man of the Sea?". He did not move as she entered, so she passed round that she might stand before him and speak to him. There was a roof over it like the roof of the cottage. There he stood, looking after her, till, from the lengthening distance, she could see him no more. Then the water could carry her no farther. It was a grand sight, burning away there in silence, with its gorgeous, its lovely, its delicate colours, each distinct, all combining. "Where is the Old Man of the Sea?" A lovely day and a lovelier night followed. A boy and girl set out to find the golden key, which unlocks the door to the land of falling shadows. ", "Perhaps it comes tumbling down the rainbow from the sky.". So he lay down on the ground, and about him on every side, and over his head, was the constant play of the wonderful shadows. The Golden Key by MacDonald, George Book The Fast Free Shipping. This book has more metaphor and symbolism that Dylan's first four albums. 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. 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. Then two old spider-legged chairs came forward into the middle of the room, and began to dance a queer, old-fashioned dance. The symbolism hides under the key of extensive study. It does feature the same Grandmother/Lady seen in ‘The Princess and the Goblin,’ with her magical baths. This story was thought provoking on the extreme, and I am still mulling over it in my mind. He took his key. "But," exclaimed Tangle. 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 story that will take you a little while and give you some things to think on the Princess and Goblin and its sequel are fantastic, but if you want a short story that you will think about for the rest of your life than the golden key will be something you will enjoy. For the heart of the child was too deep for any smile to reach from it to his face. The Golden Key (George MacDonald). It does feature the same Grandmother/Lady seen in ‘The Princess and the Goblin,’ with her magical baths. The creature takes such good care of its golden key, always flitting from place to place, lest any one should find it! "You must throw yourself in. And I know the way you have to go.". MacDonald 296-7).1 True symbols are not diminished through repeated use. The book tells the account of a little boy and girl who find a golden key in fairy land and follow a trail to the door the key unlocks. Here he stood and pondered.--It could not be that the way stopped here, else what was the path for? At times would appear the forms of strange, graceful creatures, running up and down the shadow-boles and along the branches, to disappear in the wind-tossed foliage. Read more. "Do not send me out into the great heat again," prayed Tangle. by Farrar, Straus and Giroux (BYR). ", "My poor darling!" ", "No, no !" Sometimes wild horses would tear across, free, or bestrode by noble shadows of ruling men. Not far from the house where the boy had lived, there was another house, the owner of which was a merchant, who was much away from home. When she lifted up her head a sudden and fierce heat struck her, and she sank it again instantly, and went sweeping on. So one evening, the poor little girl having been put to bed early, before the sun was down, the servants went off to the village, locking the door behind them. When they had gone some distance, the child turned up a great stone, and took something like an egg from under it. Now a wonderful form, half bird-like half human, would float across on outspread sailing pinions. At least I always thought so. The moment she looked in his face, she saw that he was a youth of marvellous beauty. In front was still the solid rock, with this one slab fallen forward out of it. "Yes. A deep water rolled between it and the shore, upon which a majestic figure was walking alone. It rose high into the blue heavens, but bent so little that he could not tell how high the crown of the arch must reach. George MacDonald was a Scottish author, poet, and Christian minister. He was playing with balls of various colours and sizes, which he disposed in strange figures upon the floor beside him. No forests, no leaves, no birds were visible. "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.". said Tangle. It was still only a small portion of a huge bow. Yet Mossy knew her at once. She took her up in her arms, and said,--, "Ah, you are come at last! The illustrations capture the story perfectly, which on the surface is simple enough, but also leaves you with a sense of warmth and hope and promise that is hard to pin down and hard to explain. I am able to help you, I know. But they knew that she had been reading the story of Silverhair all day. At length the Old Man of the Sea rose, and said to Mossy,--. He did not see how a shining fish under the waters directed his steps. As I read it, I delighted in ideas … So saying she went to the door of the tank, and spoke; and now Tangle understood her perfectly. The children just kind of go through the story ... and there are no hardships ... just strange talking fish. They climbed out of the earth; and, still climbing, rose above it. He looked very handsome in them. Only those who like to understand the mind of G. MacDonald, and those who like poetic imagery. So they looked about them for a way out of the cave. Large green leaves and white flowers of various plants crowded up and over it, draping and covering it almost entirely. Where was the lock to which the key belonged? he said. As evening drew on, the shadows fell deeper and rose higher. "And they do speak such nonsense!--Tomorrow," he continued, "I must show you the way to the Old Man of the Earth. When the thought of the golden key returned, the boy very wisely proceeded to mark out in his mind the space covered by the foundation of the rainbow, in order that he might know where to search, should the rainbow disappear. And her great blue eyes looked down on the little Tangle, as if all the stars in the sky were melted in them to make their brightness. Even the fishes, you see, have to go into the pot, and then out into the dark. A great slab fell at his feet. George MacDonald: An Illustrated Anthology BLOG: New Scots-English Edition of Robert Falconer! "I've been watching you all day," said the lady. ", "Ah! 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. Then the air-fish came from behind her, and swam on in front, glittering and sparkling all lovely colours; and she followed. And Tangle cast a glance at him, and thought she should like to go with him. After a while, they reached more open spaces, where the shadows were thinner; and came even to portions over which shadows only flitted, leaving them clear for such as might follow. She then fled to the forest as fast as she could run. But you, you are the Old Man of the Sea. It was a mere glimmer that he saw, but he took it for a glimmer of rainbow, and went towards it.--And now I will go back to the borders of the forest. The sky of it was of rock, lowering over them like solid thunderclouds; and the whole place was so hot that she saw, in bright rivulets, the yellow gold and white silver and red copper trickling molten from the rocks. But I must mind my work. My tank is getting thin.". She soon found that it was the fishes talking. Yet here she was in the simplest, poorest little cottage, where she was evidently at home. Have you got the key still?". Film. 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. Through this archway Tangle fell exhausted into a cool mossy cave. "How old are you. But the smile never came, and the moonlight lay there unbroken. Picked it up because of Maurice Sendak illustrations, beautiful. "But," she continued, "I think we may have one for supper to-morrow. "I like your saying so, and I shall be quite satisfied," answered the lady. I had supper long ago," said Tangle. And they wanted more than ever to reach the country whence the shadows fall. Then it darted out of the door at once. And she smiled like the sun through a summer shower. 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. I read this because Sendak illustrated it. "No, my dear; no shoes. The Golden Key by MacDonald, George Illustrated by Maurice Sendak Seller Boomer's Books Published 1967 Condition Very Good+ with no dust jacket Edition First Edition Item Price $ 40.00. She said, "I can bear it no longer." Suddenly they came upon a rude doorway, by which they entered a narrow gallery cut in the rock. Only a few could get their mouths against the glass; but those who were floating miles away yet turned their heads towards it. You are like the oldest man of all. Indeed, they are quite spiteful to slovenly people. I never saw him myself.". "How do you know that, if you please, madam?" 3 stars for allegorical obviousness, bumped up for the fascinating images (especially the land full of shadows cast by multiple dimensions of unseen objects) and sometimes lovely writing. He started back a step in dismay. I really wasn't sure what was going on, or what the point was of what did occur. But they are not therefore destroyed. I know I also read ‘At the Back of the North Wind’ and didn’t care for it as much. 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. But her voice made no sound. But some of the things which pleased them most they never knew how to describe. “You have tasted of death now,” said the old man. But the rainbow had vanished with the storm. In a terror of delight he put out his hand and took it, and had it. And now Mossy saw that there was a pillar beside the red one, which he had not observed before. Then the lady told Tangle it was time to go to bed; and, opening another door in the side of the cottage, showed her a little arbour, cool and green, with a bed of purple heath growing in it, upon which she threw a large wrapper made of the feathered skins of the wise fishes, shining gorgeous in the firelight. And the child drew near and looked up in her face so that she burst into tears. As soon as the fish was eaten, the lady went to the fire and took the lid off the pot. 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. "No, they do not," he answered. ", "You must look for the keyhole. She had never seen anything so beautiful. There is no other way.". ", "No," said the Old Man, "it is only more life.--Your feet will make no holes in the water now. She heard a murmuring all about her, which became more and more articulate, and at length, as she went on eating, grew intelligible. Seven years had she sat there waiting. The moment he was thus full-grown, he began to glide away, undulating like a sea-wave. Not even the sound of water reached them. It would come true if I said it, and then I should be punished enough." This story was thought provoking on the extreme, and I am still mulling over it in my mind. asked Mossy. Downloads: 4,473. They tried everything on the maids without effect, and at last resolved upon making a clean riddance, beginning with the child. The children age through life before the end. https://en.wikisource.org/w/index.php?title=The_Golden_Key_(MacDonald)&oldid=7250618, Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike License, Listen to this text, read by Peter Eastman (. "I think I want you. "Now," he said, "you can go. For in each of the colours, which was as large as the column of a church, he could faintly see beautiful forms slowly ascending as if by the steps of a winding stair. ", "Then grandmother says, have you any more fishes ready for her? There are no discussion topics on this book yet. But the lady begged him, with tears in her beautiful eyes, to sit, and let her wait on him. They wandered thus a long way, with endless amusement from the talk of the animals. I’m not at all sure I would’ve loved this when I was little, but I loved it now. Day after day he held on, and he thought he had no guide. "I want to find the country whence the shadows fall," said Mossy. He stood gazing at it till he forgot himself with delight--even forgot the key which he had come to seek. Neither could Tangle find the opening in the floor by which the serpent had led her thither. Her hair had grown to her feet, and was rippled like the windless sea on broad sands. Only the spring of the rainbow-arch was visible. The wind was blowing from the sea. He lives a long way from here. That is your work. "How beautiful you are, Tangle!" He could now see a great deal more of it. "Did you ever know anybody find it?" When she came to herself, she found herself gliding down fast and deep. For they were younger and better, and stronger and wiser, than they had ever been before. She had not one ornament upon her, but she looked as if she had just put off quantities of diamonds and emeralds. The golden key by Macdonald, George, 1824-1905. He went on busily, tirelessly, playing his solitary game, without looking up, or seeming to know that there was a stranger in his deep-withdrawn cell. "Yes--show me the way up to the country from which the shadows fall," said Tangle. ", They returned to the outer cave, and sat and talked together for a long time. About the middle of the plain they sat down to rest in the heart of a heap of shadows. It was a curious creature, made like a fish, but covered, instead of scales, with feathers of all colours, sparkling like those of a humming-bird. The key vanished from his fingers. The story of Mossy and Tangle, the Golden Key, and 'The land from which the shadows fall' is one to rival anything in the MacDonald oeuvre; and therefore necessarily (since MacDonald is peerless as an original mythmaker) among the very finest fairy tales you could read. You are thirteen and more now.". She told him that if he could reach the place where the end of the rainbow stands he would find there a golden key. They searched till it grew so dark that they could see nothing, and gave it up. 0 (0 Reviews) Published: 1867. One of the truly great aspects to having kids is the surprising return to childhood authors long forgotten. One evening, in summer, he went into his own room and stood at the lattice-window, and gazed into the forest which fringed the outskirts of Fairyland. ", 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.". The lady spoke some words Tangle could not understand, and threw her into the tank. So saying, she took the fish from the pot, and put the lid on as before. the boy would ask. But the moment she stood upright she had a marvellous sense that she was in the secret of the earth and all its ways. Tangle now remarked that the lid was on the pot. "Yes, indeed. They were in the rainbow. She was dressed in shining green. Her form was tall and noble. he said, in delight and astonishment. Just as he began to grow disconsolate, however, he saw something glimmering in the wood. "He has to find that out. Addeddate 2016-12-01 12:08:44 Boxid 00024620244 When the thought of the golden key returned, the boy very wisely proceeded to mark out in his mind the space covered by the foundation of the rainbow, in order that he might know where to search, should the rainbow disappear. So good! "But I don't know what it is for. An utter silence reigned where they stood. A cool wind blew over the wide plain of the quiet ocean. You don't know that it is three years since you ran away from the bears. She was in great terror and distress, when the air-fish, swimming into the thicket of branches, began tearing them with its beak. The storm died away. "I know you," said Tangle. She threw herself down and wept in despair. Mossy held out his hand. “The Golden Key,” by George Macdonald, illustrations by Maurice Sendak Farrar, Straus and Giroux, New York, 1967 (reprint from 1867 edition), 86 pages, Grades 5 and above. The forms appeared irregularly--now one, now many, now several, now none--men and women and children--all different, all beautiful. He lay for a while, turning it over and over, and feeding his eyes upon its beauty. And she stared at the fish, and could say no more. If you fall in with the Old Man of the Sea, mind you ask him whether he has not got some more fishes ready for me. The water ceased altogether. I feel like I understood it but didn't at the same time. Tangle went in, and found a smaller room or cave, in the further corner of which was a great basin hollowed out of a rock, and half full of the clearest sea-water. But the lady took no further notice of it till they had eaten the fish, which Tangle found nicer than any fish she had ever tasted before. "Now have we done the fish any harm?" he asked. All at once Tangle found that she had not a hold of Mossy's hand, though when she lost it she could not tell. But you could not go my way; you are not old enough. I understood what many of the allusions were in this story, but can someone tell me what the hell this book is all about? (The written version of this review was first published February 11, 2017. And she smiled a smile which the sadness in it made more lovely. They ought to have known that it was not her fault, but they have little principle and much mischief in them, and they thought that if they got rid of her the maids would be sure to be turned away. But I will send some as soon as I can.". I think I do. This book was interesting and sweet at moments, but so strange. The forest lay to the east, and the sun, which was setting behind the cottage, looked straight into the dark wood with his level red eye. Tangle was soon lost in the strangest, loveliest dreams. It was smooth as glass. She turned towards the gloomy region she had left, and called once more upon Mossy. "And what did he do with it, can you tell me? "And besides," she said to herself, "Mossy has the golden key, and so no harm will come to him, I do believe.". Unlocking Wonder in "The Golden Key" view gallery of Ruth Sanderson's illustrations for "The Golden Key" George MacDonald was a Scottish clergyman living in the Victorian era who stepped down as a minister to communicate his personal vision through the medium of fantastic fiction—novels for adults and children, and shorter fiction in the form of literary fairy tales. "The golden key!" Returning to the opening that led into the other part of the house, she started back with amazement, for through it she saw the form of a grand man, with a majestic and beautiful face, waiting for her. If I did, it was when I was a child. “Is it good?”, Great Children's Books Written Prior to the 1950s, 56 of the Most Anticipated Young Adult Books of 2021. 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. 1. I read ‘The Princess and the Goblin’ and ‘The Light Princess’ dozens of times, and loved them. George MacDonald’s popular short story “The Golden Key” seems to be a story for children, but examining it more closely, it suddenly reveals itself to be much more than a fairy tale. A little stream spouted from a rent in the rock and fell into a basin of moss. He crossed the sea, and came to a great precipice of rock, up which he could discover but one path. It must be somewhere, for how could anybody be so silly as make a key for which there was no lock? But the rainbow only glowed the brighter. By the time they got out of the forest they were very fond of each other, and Tangle was not in the least sorry that her grandmother had sent her away with Mossy. When Mossy hears about the golden key, his first response is that he could sell it for money. "They were only talking about you," he said. "Only white-blossoming plants can grow under the sea," said the old man. The Golden Key is something I … The moment the lady saw that it was the golden key, she rose from her chair, kissed Mossy on the forehead, made him sit down on her seat, and stood before him like a servant. 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. "Perhaps I am not old either. 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:--. Now it is well known that the little creatures commonly known as fairies, though there are many different kinds of fairies in Fairyland, have an exceeding dislike to untidiness. (After having an Oscar in a tank for some years, I used to dream about fish ‘swimming’ around my room, through the air.). that I do not know. And by this time I think they must have got there. "I will try very hard not to be; but I can't be certain, you know," replied Tangle. All the fatigue and aching of her long journey had vanished. It vanished. 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. 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. 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. There's a quality to it ... almost like L'Engle. ", "I suppose, being gold," the boy once said, thoughtfully, "that I could get a good deal of money for it if I sold it.". It was Tangle. The story unfolds in a mysterious, surreal, dream-like flow. Just finished it again and am starting to read it to the twins. Sun the golden key macdonald a summer shower show me the way myself, she saw a sparkle of blue truly great to... 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