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literary-illuminati · 1 year

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Book Review 18 – Princess Floralinda and the Forty-Flight Tower by Tamsyn Muir

This is the first in the giant pile of shorter books and novellas I’ve been powering through over the last three weeks to catch up with my extremely aspirational ‘read and review 60 books in 2023’ new years resolution. It’s also possibly the only thing longer than a short story I’ve listened to in audiobook format in, like, a decade? (and that was one of the Veronica Mars spinoff novels).

All to say I may have rushed this one a bit more than I should have to properly appreciate it, and definitely didn’t retain as much from listening to it as I would from reading it. So this is going to be shorter and probably sloppier than previous reviews.

And with all those disclaimers out of the way – this was such a fun fucking book.

The basic premise is that a witch has kidnapped a princess and locked her at the very top of her tower until a prince fights his way up forty floors of monsters (as is the done thing among witches). Unfortunately, this time the witch has rather outdone herself, and the diamond-scaled dragon she has to on the ground floor (putting the most expensive monster on the ground floor being the sort of artistic, avante-garde move this witch wanted to try) turns out to be really quite excellent at the job of prince-slaying. So it’s left to Princess Floralinda, with the variably voluntary help of a stranded fairy by the name of Cobweb, to fight her way all the way down the tower and free herself.

I’ve always really loved the whole fractured fairy tale genre when it’s done with the right sort of sense of humour, and Muir is just perfect at it. Dry and sardonic without ever really tipping all the way into meanspirtedness, and always playful and willing to indulge in a bit of absurdity. Listening to it as an audiobook really did help as well, I think – the narrator was just a delight, and had an amazing sense of timing and delivery for most of the jokes.

I know I say this about altogether too many things, but the whole novella honestly reminded me quite a lot of the old adventure games I played as a kid? Both the tone and just the fact that so many problems required the ruthless exploitation of the automatically regenerating bread, orange and water the witch had left Floralinda with. ‘Use bread knife and fire on curtain rod to make a spear you can use to fight the goblins with’ just very much seems like the sort of thing that would end up in a GameFAQs walkthrough, you know?

Speaking of ruthless exploitation – Cobweb and their interactions with Floralinda were just a delight. Honestly wish fewer words had been devoted to mechanically working their way down floors so we could get more on their dynamic developing. But then I’m a sucker for affection hidden behind sarcastic unpleasantness.

And they are both really truly unpleasant at times, in amusing sorts of ways. Floralinda’s whole arc takes her from sheltered passivity to something more active and terrifying, but it never exactly makes her likeable. Which, to be clear, is not a complaint. Quite the opposite, really. Muir really is excellent at writing spiky women.

Anyway yeah, not the most substantial read in the world, but incredibly fun time.

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ariel-seagull-wings · 2 months

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LOULIYYA, DAUGHTER OF MORGAN

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(A folktale from Egypt)

ONCE THERE WAS a king and his wife who did not have any children. One day the queen prayed to God, “Oh God, my God, who hears my prayers, be kind to me and grant me a child. I will name him Yousif.” She made a nadr:

“If I have a child, I will make three wells and fill them, one with honey, one with butter, and one with rosewater.”

Time passed. One day went and one day came, and she became pregnant. She had a boy whom she called Yousif.

The king and his wife almost flew with joy. One year after another, Yousif grew up, and he was going to school.

With time, while the king was asleep he heard a hatif saying, “King, fulfill your pledge. Fulfill the pledge that you owe.”

This happened three times. Every time the king forgot. Yousif became ill.

They got him all the kingdom’s doctors and the sheiks. No one could cure him. Finally they said, “Maybe there is an unfulfilled pledge. Think! Have you made a pledge, king?”

The king and the queen remembered their promise. Immediately the king ordered that three large wells be dug and lined with china tile and filled to the top - one with honey, the second with butter, and the third with rosewater.

And he dispatched a crier to announce in town, “Oh God’s people, people of this town, he who wants honey, butter, and rosewater should come tomorrow to the king’s palace.”

That was it. With the appearance of the morning star, everyone in town was rushing to the king’s palace. This one carrying a saucepan, that one carrying a wash tub, and this one and that one! They clustered around on the three wells, and almost immediately they were empty. After a short while there was nothing at all. A while later, an old woman came leaning on a cane. She had three cans on a tray which she carried on top of her head. When she found that the wells were empty, she took out a little piece of sponge and began sponging the drops off the walls of the wells. After a very long time, she had hardly filled her three small cans, and she turned back to go home. Now the king’s son, Yousif, was playing with his ball. He threw his ball like this-and it hit the old woman. She fell on the ground, and everything was spilled.

Yousif ran to her and said, “Never mind, old mother. I am wrong.”

The woman answered, “With what can I curse you? With what can I curse you, son? You are too young. I am going to curse you with Louliyya, daughter of Morgan,” and she left.

He went to his father and mother and asked them, “Who is Louliyya, daughter of Morgan?”

They answered him, “Son, you are too young. You should have nothing to do with these things.”

Everytime he asked someone, the answer was, “You have nothing to do with these things.”

Finally an old servant said to him, “She is a beautiful girl that you have to find yourself.”

That was it. He went to his mother and father and said, “Prepare rations for me. I’m going out into the world. I have to find Louliyya, daughter of Morgan.”

When they heard this, their hearts sank to their toes. They kept on crying and imploring him, “Don’t do this, son. Stay away from her. No one has gone to find her and come back. We have no one else but you.”

He answered them, “It is no use.”

He finally took a horse, food and water, and some money and left.

He kept on moving from God’s countries to God’s peoples. One town carried him, and another town put him down, until the inhabited part of the world ended. He kept on traveling in the desert.

After a while, he saw dust coming from a distance. It came closer and closer. He looked to find a ghoul coming toward him. The moment the ghoul was by his side, he greeted him, “Peace be upon you, father ghoul.”

The ghoul answered, “Had your greeting not preceded your speech, I would have devoured your flesh before gnawing on your bones. What do you want?”

He answered, “I’m looking for Louliyya, daughter of Morgan.”

The ogre said, “Son, keep on going. You will meet my brother. He is one day older than I am and a year more knowledgeable.”

Yousif kept on going until he saw another cloud of dust, larger than the one before it. It came closer and closer, and finally when the ghoul was next to him, he said, “Peace be upon you, father ghoul.”

The ghoul replied, “Had your greeting not preceded your speech, I would have devoured your flesh before gnawing on your bones. What do you want?”

He replied, “I want to know how to reach Louliyya, daughter of Morgan.”

The ogre said to him, “Keep on going. Ahead you will meet my brother. He is one day older than myself and a year more knowledgeable.”

He kept on going until he met the third brother. He was much larger and much more fearsome than the first two. Yousif said to him, “Peace be upon you, father ghoul.”

The ghoul replied, “Had your greeting not preceded your speech, I would have devoured your flesh before gnawing on your bones. What do you want?”

He replied, “I want to know how to reach Louliyya, daughter of Morgan.”

The ghoul said, “Ahead of you you’ll find my sister, and she is the only one who can tell you how to reach her. When you get there, if you find her with her red chicks around her and her hair combed and groomed, don’t you dare say a word or make her feel your presence; but if you find her with her hair messed up and her green chicks around her and her breasts thrown over her shoulder you can talk to her, for she is going to be in a good mood.”

Yousif left and kept on going and going.

When he reached the ghoula’s house, he hid and peeped. He saw that her hair was well groomed and her red chicks were hopping up and down around her. He did not say a word and remained in his place.

After a while, about sunset, she messed up her hair and started catching her red chicks and eating them.

She let out her green chicks from the pen and threw her breasts behind her back and started singing. Yousif tiptoed behind her. The chicks saw him and shouted, “Somebody’s coming!” but she was singing so loudly that she did not hear them.

Of course she was in a good mood. When Yousif reached her, he suckled each of her breasts once. She shouted, “Ahhh, now you are my ‘milkson.’ You suckled my right breast, you became like my son Isma‘Aeen; you suckled my left breast, you became like my son ‘Aabdel-‘Aal! What do you want?”

He said, “Louliyya, daughter of Morgan.”

She said to him, “Why, son? You are too young to die.”

Even if his head was against a thousand swords, he insisted and said, “Never! I have to find Louliyya, daughter of Morgan.”

She said, “Well, take this ball and this racket. Hit the ball with the racket, and wherever the ball goes, you follow it. They will take you to the place you want to go.”

That was it. Yousif got back on his horse and struck the ball with the racket.

The ball flew into the air, landed on the ground, and kept on rolling. Mounted on his horse, Yousif followed it.

He kept on hitting the ball and running after it, hitting the ball and running after it, hitting the ball and running after it.

Hit and run, hit and run, hit and run, until finally he found himself in front of a huge palace in the middle of the desert.

This palace was high, high, high; it had neither windows nor gates. He went around it, and finally he saw one small window at the top of the palace.

As he stood wondering about this palace and thinking who it might be who owned it, he saw a huge dust cloud coming from far, far away.

He heard a dog barking and a big commotion. He hid himself behind a big boulder and peeped out. He saw an ghoul much larger than all the ghouls he had met.

The ghoul came to the palace and shouted, “Oh Louliyya, daughter of Morgan, let down your long hair and take your father the ghoul away from the heat of the hills.”

Yousif saw the little window open, and out of it appeared a young woman whose beauty was indescribable. Glory be to the creator for his creation!

She swung her hair out of the window, and it came down until it reached the ground. Her father the ghoul climbed up on her hair.

Pull, pull, pull, he was up there. He got in, and the window was closed. When he got inside, he asked her, “What have you cooked for us today?”

She said, “Such-and-such,’’ and served him what she had cooked.

He ate, and after that he rested his head and went to sleep. Now to whom do we return?

To Yousif outside! He kept himself hidden until the morning of the following day.

The window opened, and the hair was let down from it, and the ghoul climbed down on Louliyya’s hair. Yousif waited until the dust disappeared. He came out of his hiding place and shouted, “Oh Louliyya, daughter of Morgan, let your long hair down and take Yousif, for whom you have been predestined, away from the heat of the hills.”

The window was opened, and he looked up and saw her looking down. When she saw him, her heart softened for him; she fell in love with him. She said to him, “What brought you here? Get away with your skin still on your body! For if my father sees you, he will kill you and drink from your blood”’

He said to her, “Before I go, lift me up, and I will tell you my story.”

She swung her hair out, and he climbed up. He told her his story from hello to good-bye and said to her, “You are predestined for me, and we must get back to the house of my father and mother. We must escape from here.”

She said to him, “Escape to where? The distance we could cover in a day my father the ghoul will cover in one step.”

As they were talking, they heard a big commotion and heard her father shouting, “Oh Louliyya, daughter of Morgan, let your long hair down and take your father away from the heat of the hills.”

She was frightened and said, “What a catastrophe! My father the ghoul is back. Where shall I hide you/! Where shall I hide you/!”

She transformed him into a pin and pinned it on her chest.

When her father came up, he asked her, “What took you so long?”

She said, “Nothing; I was just in the bath.”

The ghoul started sniffing around, saying, “I smell the trace of a human not of our race.”

She said to him, “There is nothing.”

He looked all over the place and did not find anything. He asked for his food, and after he had eaten, he went to sleep. The following day the ghoul left as usual.

As soon as he was gone, she pulled the pin out of her collar; it became Yousif.

She said to him, “We must go now!”

She got some henna and tinted everything in the house with rose coloring. She overlooked only one thing, the tambourine. It hid from her underneath the sofa. She took her comb, her sewing needle, and her mirror, and she went out with Yousif.

When her father the ghoul returned, he started calling “Oh Louliyya!”

Nobody answered.

“Oh Louliyya!”

Nobody answered. Finally, when he became impatient, he started calling on everything in the house. “Oh chair!”

The chair said, “She is sitting on me!”

“Oh bed!”

The bed answered, “She is sleeping in me!”

“Oh bathtub!”

The bathtub answered, “She is bathing in me!”

Finally the tambourine started dancing and singing.

“Tumm ti dum, tshshsht, tshshsht, Tumm ti dum, tuu, tuu, Yousif took her and flew! Tuu, tuu, Yousif took her and flew.”

That was it. The ghoul heard this, and he went mad. He got his dogs to sniff around, and they flew after them.

Now we return to whom? To Yousif and Louliyya. They kept on going until they finally saw the cloud of dust coming from afar.

It kept on getting bigger and bigger until it blocked the sun; it was just like nighttime. Louliyya took out her needle and threw it back over her shoulder. Immediately it became a field of thorns.

The ghoul and his dog went right through it; the thorns pierced their feet. The ghoul kept saying to his dog, “Pluck out, my dog, and I’ll pluck out with you. Pluck out, my dog, and I’ll pluck out with you.”

Meanwhile Yousif and Louliyya were far away.

After a little while the ghoul drew very near to them again. Louliyya threw her comb back over her shoulder. Immediately the comb became a thick hedge of bamboo.

They got lost in it. The ghoul kept saying to his dog , “Chop down, my dog, and I’ll chop down with you. Chop down, my dog, and I’ll chop down with you.”

Yousif and Louliyya got a little bit farther away from them. Again the ghoul drew very close to them. Louliyya threw her mirror back over her shoulder. Immediately it became a lake.

When the ghoul got to it, he and his dog started drinking it. The ghoul would say, “Drink, my dog, and I will drink with you. Drink, my dog, and I will drink with you.”

They kept on drinking and drinking and drinking until they exploded. Before the ogre died, he threw some pins at them. As soon as the pins struck them, Louliyya became a she-dog, and Yousif became a lark.

He flew away. Louliyya kept on going until she reached Yousif‘s parents. She lay down in front of the doorstep and kept on barking.

No one paid any attention to her.

Yousif kept on coming back and hovering over the house and singing, “How are you, how are you, Louliyya, in the house of my father and mother?”

Louliyya would answer back, “Over me is dust, underneath me is dust, just like a dog’s place of rest, Yousif!”

One day Yousif's mother heard her saying, “Yousif.”

She and Yousif‘s father had become blind from crying over their son. She asked the dog, “What did you say?”

It repeated what it had said. Yousif‘s mother took her inside and made a bed of straw for her in the stable.

The following day Yousif hovered over the house singing, “How are you, how are you, Louliyya, in the house of my father and mother?”

She answered back, “Over me is straw, and underneath me is straw, just like a mare’s place of rest, Yousif.”

Yousif‘s mother heard this, and she said to herself, “Something must be the matter with this dog.”

She took her upstairs and put her in a room with a bed with silk sheets and covers. The following day, when Yousif hovered over the house singing, “How are you, how are you, Louliyya, in the house of my father and mother?” she replied, “Over me is silk, and silk is underneath me, just like a prince’s place of rest, Yousif.”

Yousif‘s mother was listening this time. She heard the whole thing. She entered the room and called the dog to her. It went to her. She kept on feeling its body and caressing it with her hand.

As she was passing her hand over its head, she found three pins pierced deep in it. She pulled them out, and immediately, with the omnipotence of the Omnipotent, she became a beautiful young lady again.

She told Yousif‘s mother and father about all that happened, how her father imprisoned her, how Yousif came to her-everything that happened. She said to them, “Get me some sugar, and I will get Yousif back.”

“How?” they asked her.

She answered, “Just wait and see.”

The following morning Yousif came back hovering over the house and said, “How are you, Louliyya, in the house of my father and mother?”

She said, “I have some sugar for you,” and she put her hand with granulated sugar in it out the window.

The lark perched on the palm of her hand to have some sugar. Ooops! She caught it! She found three pins stuck in its head. As soon as she plucked them out, the lark-with God’s omnipotence-became Yousif again.

He went and embraced his father and mother; their sight was restored by God’s will.

Yousif and Louliyya got married! The celebration lasted for forty days and forty nights.

They lived in stability and prosperity and begat boys and girls.

Now toota, toota, the tale is over. Was it sweet or dragging? If sweet, you owe a song, if dragging, you owe a story.

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