A Rewatch

So I didn’t write today. I had a good breakfast, waffles, made from scratch, not that I made them. But I couldn’t get myself to type.

Scheherazade managed to give a constant stream of tales for 1,001 nights! I lose steam after 25.

I was always fascinated with the Arabian Nights. The idea that simply telling a story could save your life (and win the heart of a mad sultan) was transfixing to me from a child.

I have three movies I watch to get my Arabian Nights fix:

  • Richard William’s The Thief and the Cobbler, but not the officially released one, the fan-edited Recobbled Cut
  • Lotte Reiniger’s The Adventures of Prince Achmed, arguably the oldest surviving animated film
  • Disney’s Aladdin (duh)

Honestly, there should be more. I should really get on that. Confession: Just watched Aladdin. Hadn’t seen it for a few years. Forgot how fun Jafar is.

But I’m going somewhere with this. Yes, the Arabian Nights appeals to me because it is an exotic culture but ultimately it boils down to one brave woman and her sense of magic. She is my role model.

And, maybe if I can’t finish this story… I’ll just interrupt it for a while and write several other stories. Like my girl Scheherazade.

P.S. I have the unabridged version and I’m going to start it tonight. Wish me luck!

P.P.S. How could I forget! I also turn to Rimsky-Korsakov’s Scheherazade. LISTEN TO IT NOW.