Hobson's Choice ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Castle-Mania The pink one has entered our home. In the form of a pink and blue Barbie castle, brought to us by loving grandparents. No big-boobed dolls, hallelujah. Eleanor has fallen in love with castles, and her grandmother happened to have this Barbie castle. So now we have it, and I'm grateful. I've spent the last few weeks looking at different toy castles, and the castle cultural assumptions by different toy makers is fascinating. The Fisher-Price Castle is clearly located in some out of the way realm where the inhabitants rarely have to think about the ambitions of their neighbors. It's a land where no one's really all that focused on the leadership qualities of their king or on the vassality of the serfs. There's some dragons and unicorns and probably tons of Morris Dancing. I'm amazed the little people don't come with little leg bells. But nothing so vulgar as bloodshed or typhoid. And of course , in the new Fischer Price Little People world, everyone's obese, no worries about food.
And the Barbie castle? Well, Louis XIV would be at home. Very French, very Renaissance, very courtly. I can imagine a lot of the poetry I studied as an undergrad being written here; I picture Castiglione pulling out the delightful bluebird drawer pulls while discoursing on the roles of the courtier. Lots of time to think about Rococo details, and there's a bathtub. You look at the Barbie castle, and you think, these people are aching for the guillotine.
1:43 p.m. - 2004-10-24 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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