Gate 4: Senior Field Agent

 

Assignment: Read “Every Heart a Doorway” by Seanan McGuire. When you have completed the reading, please prepare a ~3000 word response to the novel in which you describe how it relates to fairy tales, what you have already learned, etc. You may also consider where you fall in the axis suggested in the book.

Seanan McGuire’s Every Heart a Doorway was a great read! Honestly, it’s probably not something that I would have picked out to read on my own, as I typically avoid anything that might keep me up at night. Every Heart a Doorway definitely had a few tense, suspenseful sections – however, I’m very glad that I had the chance to read this story. Not only was it well-written with intriguing characters and an enthralling concept, but it was also reminiscent of the fairy tales we’ve been studying in our course.

I suppose that begs the obvious question: is Every Heart a Doorway a fairy tale? Of course, this simply brings up the old debate over what exactly is a fairy tale, anyway? I think that Every Heart a Doorway could be a fairy tale depending on how strictly you wanted to define fairy tales. Obviously it’s not a story for children – its content is quite dark at times and there’s some language in the book which is definitely not suitable for young kids. However, unless we adhere strictly to the Bettelheim side of the spectrum, this darkness should not preclude Every Heart a Doorway from being considered as a fairy tale. In fact, death and darkness are found in many classic fairy tales we’ve read. Some of the Grimm stories come to mind immediately.

Further, I think there is a parallel between Hans Christian Andersen’s little mermaid and the wayward children in Every Heart a Doorway. The little mermaid’s determination to get to the world that she wants to join is extreme, as are the lengths to which she is willing to go in order to live there. The wayward children in Every Heart a Doorway share a similar situation in their desire and desperation to rediscover their doors. Certainly, Every Heart a Doorway shares some story elements with fairy tales.

But even beyond that, I think there is good reason to consider Every Heart a Doorway to be a fairy tale. The portal worlds that exist within it are certainly magical, inexplicable, and varied. The universe that the story resides in is certainly one that we might expect to find in a fairy tale – and I think it’s also important to note that it isn’t just the portal worlds that contain traces of magic. The wayward children retain traces of the magic of their worlds even in the “real” world – Nancy’s stillness and Christopher’s flute are two examples that illustrate this particularly well.

However, although I think that Every Heart a Doorway has enough in common be grouped with the fairy tale stories, I’m not sure that the famous authors we’ve read would agree. Bettelheim’s writing emphasized the importance of fairy tales for children, and since this is decidedly not a children’s story I can’t really be certain whether Bettelheim would approve. Further, the characters in Every Heart a Doorway are by definition travelers – I wonder if this would disqualify the story from meeting Tolkien’s specifications, as I suppose it could be considered a travelers’ tale, in a way. However, that said, I also think that Every Heart a Doorway would strongly qualify under Tolkien’s definition of a fairy tale in that it has a “eucatastrophe” at the end. Even though there are some events in the middle of the story that are less than happy, I would consider the ending to be a happy one – and it certainly caught me by surprise. The ending of Every Heart a Doorway is actually a really good example of eucatastrophe in my opinion, with what seems like a set of coincidental circumstances leading to the ultimate resolution of the story.

Another element of Every Heart a Doorway that reminds me of fairy tales is the way that other story elements are incorporated. Fairy tales often share elements of other tales, or else retell older fairy tales or evolve out of their folk story roots. Every Heart a Doorway also borrows elements from other stories – the twins Jack and Jill are an obvious reference to the nursery rhyme, for example. I also really liked the variety of portal worlds that exist in the story – there’s a variety of different ways to represent fantasy and fairy tale worlds and I think that the mapping of the worlds onto directions really seems to encompass a lot of the different types of fantasies and fairy tales that I would tend to think of.

That said, Every Heart a Doorway is also unique and more forward-thinking than most fairy tales that we tend to come across. The story has a more diverse cast of characters than we would see in traditional fairy tales, which is refreshing and modern. But even more than that, I liked that this was a story where the heroes were a group of misfits. After all, it’s too often in fairy tales that the heroes are princes and princesses – anyone else is cast as a villain or a peasant. But Every Heart a Doorway does so much better than that, with a small group of misfits who end up doing good in spite of the expectations of those around them. It was really nice to see that those from wicked worlds and underworlds could still be the heroes, and I thought that this was a lovely message for the story to have. I always like protagonists who seem to find their voices and their strength throughout the story, too. I think Nancy was a great example of this, as she seemed uncertain and shaken upon arriving at the school at the start of the story, but more and more sure of herself as the story progressed. This is also a progression that we have seen in characters like Gerda from Kelly Link’s Travels with the Snow Queen and Lissar from Robin McKinley’s Deerskin. Now I’m beginning to wonder whether this type of character progression is something that see in all stories, or if perhaps it is more common around fairy tales. Regardless, it has been a common element in modern fairy-tale-esque stories and I find that I tend to enjoy it.

Perhaps even more than that – this story, and in particular this analysis, has helped me to realize just how much I enjoy fairy tales, and just how useful they have been for me through a very stressful semester. Fairy tales really are stories where we see the impossible be made possible, and it’s reminded me not to lose hope in my own endeavors. This semester in particular, I took a lot of upper level courses and also decided to join a collegiate sports team after five years of injury. I’m not sure if you’ve ever heard of athletes who come back from that many years out, but I don’t know if I have. People told me it was impossible and it’s been difficult for me to stay positive. However, in fairy tales we find ourselves many characters who didn’t think they could achieve what they wanted to, or who nobody believed in. It’s been a really great experience for me to be around this type of mentality and story, even if I didn’t consciously realize it at the time.

I have also discovered through reading Every Heart a Doorway that I really enjoy Seanan McGuire’s works. I really liked Indexing, but I couldn’t tell if I just liked the book or if my appreciation for it was simply for McGuire’s style as a whole. After reading Every Heart a Doorway, I can confidently conclude that I really enjoy Seanan McGuire’s writing. I also like that both stories have aspects that tie in to our class – both Indexing and Every Heart a Doorway involve the power of the story itself. In Indexing, this power is very obvious and is very central to the concept of the book. Fairy tale stories have an entire government agency dedicated to managing them, so it’s safe to say that they’re very powerful. In Every Heart a Doorway, the story’s power is much more subtle but I think it still maintains a crucial element of the story. As an example, I really liked the following quote: “You’re nobody’s doorway but your own, and the only one who gets to tell you how your story ends is you.” In Every Heart a Doorway, the story is less about subduing rogue narratives and more about crafting your own story so as to end up where you belong – it’s much less overt and much less showy, but the power that a story can hold remains.

Another interesting parallel that I noticed between Every Heart a Doorway and Indexing is the role that age plays in stories. Age is not a major theme of either story, but it pops up in both. In Every Heart a Doorway, there are multiple ways that age is addressed – but perhaps one of the most common seems to be that time does not pass equally in our world as it does in the portal world. I thought it was very interesting that children could spend years in other realms only to return at around the same age as they had left home. I suppose that this indicates that age and maturity should not be taken at face value. Likewise, Lundy ages in reverse and also illustrates this very well. Indexing even parallels this with Sloane – I don’t think I recall if we know her actual age, but I believe it is implied that she may be older than she seems. But these stories also have balance – we do not simply see those characters who are more mature than their appearance might imply. I think it is also interesting that both stories show “dangers” of aging. In the case of Indexing, this is with the Peter Pan case that the team encounters in the field. In Every Heart a Doorway, Eleanor can no longer stand to be in her nonsense world because she is too much of an adult. Apparently being an adult has its downfalls, too.

Although Every Heart a Doorway has many similarities with our other stories, it’s also particularly unique in its concept. The idea of numerous portal worlds that open for those who are well-suited to them is not reflected in our other readings, and I find it particularly fascinating. Then again, I suppose that this type of personality-based selection is one that we see in other fantasy nowadays – the houses in Harry Potter and the factions of Divergent come to mind right away. However, I really like that the portals in Every Heart a Doorway are more unique than that – kids are not simply sorted according to where they fall on a spectrum or which values they hold dear. Instead, they’re chosen by very specific worlds, worlds that we do not necessarily see choosing other children. Yet, because the worlds can still be categorized, the reader still has a framework to use to make sense of the worlds.

One of my favorite parts of stories such as this is considering where I might be best suited when it comes to such systems. I think that this is because I find this exercise especially challenging – where other people can pick out where they would fit nearly instantly, I analyze and struggle, and change my mind indecisively. And this isn’t the fault of any of the systems – I think I just happen to be in between a lot of things, which is why I also tend to struggle to get decisive results from things like online MBTI tests and the like.

Anyway, as for the compass – I think I’ll start with the logic and nonsense spectrum. I am inclined to think that I am very close to the middle of this. It’s not that I don’t like logic or nonsense; honestly I rather appreciate both of them. I prefer a balance, and I have the perspective to understand both sides. Certainly, I hope that I understand logic given that I am pursuing majors in mathematics and computer science. But I also think it’s just as important to have nonsense in our lives – if everything was logic, everything would be completely predictable and then where would all of the fun be?

Then, for the virtue and wickedness spectrum, I like to think that I lean heavily towards the virtue side. I definitely don’t think I’m perfect, but I do try to be a good human and it’s important to me to treat others kindly whenever possible and to be treated fairly in return. I think I’d much prefer a virtuous world to a wicked one, though I am sure that there are a lot of middle grounds that I’d happily be able to tolerate too.

That covers the major directions of the compass, but minor directions like rhyme, linearity, whimsy, and wild are also mentioned. However, because we see less of these in the story, it’s harder to figure out what exactly the correlate with. I like to think that I might appreciate a whimsy world, but I worry that I may be too serious for it. I also highly doubt that I’m wild, and I know that I lack skills in rhymes. Still further are the prospective new minor directions discussed near the end of the novel: vitus and mortis. Finally, here’s one that I actually feel quite certain on. I’ve always been an athlete, so it’s always been difficult for me to sit still. I would definitely not be able to conform to death worlds where stillness and darkness are prized. I enjoy moving quickly and often and so I’m quite certain that I’d favor all living worlds over dead ones.

 

 

 

 

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Short Story

Once upon a time, there lived a young girl named Ellie. In truth, she was not a princess, but as the sole heir to the family vineyard, she was often treated as such. Her childhood was nothing short of magical, a few years passed full of joy, levity, and kindness. But it did not last. With the help of the best schools and tutors, Ellie grew from a precocious child into a gifted teen. Her superior intelligence and knowledge were only matched by her artistic talent and athletic ability. To an outsider, it seemed that Ellie excelled at everything she tried; in reality, her skills resulted from years of tireless training.

Eventually, Ellie’s sixteenth birthday arrived, heralding a momentous occasion in her life: it was time for Ellie to choose a college. Her high test scores had elicited a flood of brochures from institutions of higher learning. Every college imaginable was represented, and yet Ellie did not think her decision to be a difficult one. There was not really a choice for her, not when her parents had such high expectations. She toured a select few of the most prestigious schools, picked the one she thought seemed most impressive, and applied early.

Of course, Ellie was accepted. Her parents were pleased but remained reserved as ever. Her classmates rejoiced on her behalf, just as she celebrated when they received their own letters of acceptance. Ellie finished high school as valedictorian of her class, but there was little fanfare. Her parents had expected this of her, and she suspected that they had merely listened politely to the graduation speech she’d given about her fond high school memories and the importance of treating others with kindness.

As summer came to a close, Ellie prepared to go off to college. While she trusted that she was ready for this, she couldn’t help but feel nervous. She was leaving behind everything she had ever known to go off on this adventure. But, when she arrived, Ellie knew she had made the right choice. Here was a collection of red brick castles adorned with ivy, perfect for all the princes and princesses just like Ellie who would someday rule their respective worlds. And it was not exaggerating to consider her classmates royalty – some were children of celebrities and politicians, others celebrities or accomplished academics on their own merits.

Yet, it was not all Ellie had thought it would be. As she encountered her new classmates, she discovered their unique rituals and methods of communication. She was alarmed to realize that those she met switched from polite disinterest to warm friendship upon discovering what her parents did, and further concerned to learn that her acquaintances immediately judged her based on her field of study and her other friends. She also realized that her classmates simply used her when they wanted her help, or else ignored her altogether. There was no friendly cooperation; academics were a cutthroat competition. Was there no one here who cared to form a genuine friendship instead of a networking connection? Why didn’t anyone care for kindness?

Though Ellie was very bright, these were problems that she could not solve. All the while, as weeks passed, Ellie grew less and less happy with her choice. Her opinions of her classmates had not changed since she arrived, and she now spent her time actively avoiding them and the falseness that their interactions entailed. And yet, Ellie could not help but wonder if this meant that something was wrong with her. After all, she was a princess among her people and this was her castle. Surely this was where she belonged, and surely it was what her parents expected of her. What other option did she have?

One day, it all became too much for Ellie. Although she had worked ceaselessly in pursuit of a way to make herself fit into the mold that had been chosen for her, Ellie was beginning to realize that she simply did not fit comfortably in it. Ellie was at a complete loss for what to do – all her ideas had been used up and try as she might, she could not think of any more. At last, Ellie broke down sobbing. She didn’t mean to cry, but she just couldn’t help it.

Then, through Ellie’s tears, she sensed a flash of light and a nearby voice. Ellie startled and looked around in disbelief. “You’re … “ she said uselessly. The fairy godmother nodded.

“I’m your fairy godmother,” the fairy confirmed. “Here to help rid you of your woes. Come now, let’s start by drying the eyes … we have important work to do here and we haven’t got all day.”

Too shocked to even consider disobeying, Ellie did as she was told. She had so many questions that she couldn’t figure out which to ask first, but the fairy godmother seemed keen to get down to business.

“My dear Ellie, you have been struggling bravely, but there is no need to carry on with this. In your heart, you know what is right. There is more to life than prestige and success. Your parents may not realize it, but you do, and you know that your place is not here. You have a great gift of kindness and you simply cannot stifle it – but this is not the place to express it. You will not find others here who share your visions of a community where people support one another.”

Ellie listened to the truth spoken by the fairy godmother, though she did not want to hear it. Just when she thought she had stomached it all, she opened her mouth to ask further questions of the fairy godmother, only to be cut off.

“Ellie, you must listen carefully. My time here is almost up. Be kind, follow your heart, and only then will you find true happiness.”

The fairy godmother vanished, leaving a distressed Ellie in her wake. Ellie had so many unanswered questions – even though the fairy godmother had visited, Ellie still did not know how to solve her problems.

Or did she? Moments later, Ellie realized that a letter had been left behind. Curious, she read it immediately and discovered that it was an acceptance to a college she’d hardly ever heard of before. Surely, her parents would not approve of such a switch, but Ellie knew after a moment that it was the right choice for her. She did not need to be surrounded by royalty or to live in a castle. All she needed was kindness. She would find a way to convince her parents, and in that moment Ellie realized all would be well. Soon, she would be living happily ever after. The End.