Reviews for The Canterville Ghost and Other Stories, Level 4

The average rating for The Canterville Ghost and Other Stories, Level 4 based on 2 reviews is 4 stars.

Review # 1 was written on 2020-01-02 00:00:00 Bertha Logan I decided to read this one because I remember loving that old Canterville Ghost movie with a young Neve Campbell and a younger Patrick Stewart. And because of that, I was thinking this would be filled with fun stories. Yay! Um. Yeah, not really. I realize that it was completely my fault for going into it with expectations based on cotton candy and daydreams, but this was pretty much just full up with semi-depressing (blessedly short) morality tales. And I completely get why it's called The Canterville Ghost and Other Stories. Because Canterville Ghost (while not as fluffy as I hoped) was somewhat funny. The rest were...Other than lighthearted. The one with the gold statue and the dead bird? Yikes. Or the assy giant who meets kid Jesus? Weird. That dude that kept trying to kill someone because a palm reader at a party told him he would? WTF?! Anyway. This sort of depressing fairytale stuff is meant for a different audience than myself. But everybody is always like, Oscar Wilde is so witty and clever!, that I thought I might enjoy his short stories. Not so, I'm afraid. I think I'm going to try to get my hands on some of his plays and see if I do better with those. I listened to the audio and it was very well done. Wanda McCaddon - Narrator Publisher: Blackstone Audio, Inc. Edition: Unabridged

Review # 2 was written on 2008-08-24 00:00:00 Mikey Hartslert Oh, I could go on about how Wilde uses simple prose to magical effect in these stories. Or talk about the sly subversive undermining of prevailing bourgeois values that had Victorian and Edwardian editors struggling to "sanitize" these stories to make them suitable for children. But it would be like giving you the chemical formula for a particularly sublime soufflé, or trying to capture the beauty of a Monarch butterfly by dissecting it and pinning the component parts to a board. Something would get lost in the process. Instead, let me reproduce an entry from my blog. But first, let me beg you to buy these stories. Read them to yourself, to your children, to your grandchildren. To the brat in the corner with the headphones and the playstation. It's your civic responsibility! Blog Entry - Sunday August 23rd: El Príncipe Feliz I should have known better. Yesterday evening my options were: 1. Join the assorted 19- and 20-year olds for a so-called "Buenos Aires pub crawl", which promised - for less than twenty bucks - free drinks and appetizers at each of no fewer than four bars, followed by V.I.P. entry to a "hot club" in the city center. 2. A relaxing dinner alone, with an opportunity to catch up on some Spanish reading. OK, I'm a wuss. My 51-year old liver and I chose option 2. The root of the problem was my choice of reading material. Rather than eat to the accompaniment of the bloodless prose of Borges's "Ficciones" (which, I hasten to add, are just fine if you are in the right kind of mood), I opted instead to bring along a Spanish translation of collected stories of Oscar Wilde: "El Fantasma de Canterville y Otros Cuentos". I had bought the book earlier in the day, for its nice simple prose - a fine choice for non-native speakers like myself. So my dinner courses were punctuated by intermittent sections of "El Príncipe Feliz" (The Happy Prince). Problem was, I'd forgotten the effect this particular story has on me. As a kid, I could never make it to the end without bawling my eyes out. And sure enough, the Spanish translation had lost none of the tale's emotional wallop. By the time my espresso was served, when the swallow dies and the prince's heart breaks in two, well - let's just say I had to go to the men's room to compose myself.* The Happy Prince: reading it in public is a bit like watching "Brokeback Mountain" with the lights on - a recipe for embarrassment. Damn you, Oscar Fingal O'Flahertie Wills Wilde! And I mean that in the best possible way. * I'm all better now, I swear. ************************************************************************** Tráeme las dos cosas más preciosas de la ciudad -- le dijo Dios a uno de sus ángeles. Y el ángel le trajo el corazón de plomo y el ave muerte. Has escogido bien -- dijo Dios -- porque en el jardín del Paraíso este pajarillo cantará eternamente y en mi ciudad de oro del Príncipe Feliz me glorificará. Bring me the two most precious things in the city -- God said to one of his angels. And the angel brought him the heart of lead and the dead swallow. You have chosen well -- said God -- because this little bird will sing for eternity in the gardens of Paradise, and the Happy Prince will bring me glory in my City of Gold.