Back from the AJS where I delivered my rousing defense of idolatry. I was told later that no one understood it. That’s a first for all-too-lucid Oo. Where can I write for my pomo-unintelligibility Brownie badge? I’ve passed the test.
For the last two weeks Eila’s class has been reading versions of the story of the Gingerbread Man (ahem, Gingerbread Person: see these Gingeyfolks and this book), and I’ve been trying to figure it out.
Remember the story? An old couple painstakingly bakes a gingerbread man. As he comes out of the oven he leaps up and runs away, singing “Run, run/ As fast as you can./ You can’t catch me,/ I’m the Gingerbread Man!” The old couple takes up the chase and are joined, one by one, by several animals: everybody wants to eat this guy. Finally he comes to a river and accepts a fox’s offer of a ride. The fox asks him to sit on his tail; then, as the water gets deeper, on his back, on his head, and on his nose — at which point the fox eats him.
What’s this nasty little tale about? Z suggests maybe it’s a bit of crudery directed at slaves considering escape.