All of us have some situations where we see or learn something new after growing up and go “my life is a lie”. We’ve all been there. Some of us take it in stride and adapt to the new knowledge. Some take it as a personal offense. I’m mostly the former, but I’m digressing.
The tale of Rumpelstiltskin isn’t a new one. Whether it’s the original version or some other local version, every household tells it. Every grandma knows it. Every child has heard it.
Till date, I have heard/read at least four versions. I’ve read of a few others as well.
It is fascinating tale of greed and betrayal. Some writers today have taken up the challenge of retellings, and while I haven’t read them yet, I’m sure they can’t be too shabby. Continue reading “The Morals of Rumpelstiltskin”