Well, one
thing leads to another and the next thing you know Jack is hunting a big
ol’ Boar Hog for one of those neighboring kings that seem to populate
the hills around where Jack lives. The
Boar Hog is followed by a Unicorn that Jack successfully captures and an
escaped Circus lion that Jack claims to be trying to tame when the
king’s soldiers shoot it out from under him … .
As
a character, moreover, Jack annoys me; he never seems satisfied; there is
always something more to do … which is no doubt in keeping with his
American ‘character’ but no less annoying.
And no matter how keen
of wit he is in a given tale Jack nevertheless lucks
his way through his adventures. In Jack
and the Varmints it’s sheer dumb luck that that Boar Hog follows him
into the corn crib or that the Unicorn drives its horn through that tree
trunk … and the lion … well … .
Jack’s just blessed is the only way to look at it; he’s favored of the gods
– like Theseus or Perseus or –
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Now,
there’s something to consider.
The workings of Fate.
The machinations of the gods … . Jack
certainly owns enough where-with-all to take advantage of the situations
into which he falls; for example, he pulls those three-penny nails out of
his pocket and drives them at angles into the tree trunk to hold that
Unicorn’s horn in place
. . .
which is why I don’t strike Jack’s Tales from my repertoire entirely;
there’s always something new to look at, some angle I missed the first
time through … . Some
possibility, or tradition to consider … . |
Fact
is: that’s
kind of what Storytelling is all about. Finding
new ways to look at old stories. Trying to rekindle
the wonderment you
may have felt as a child in looking at the world for the first time.
Remembering. Recreating
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“Jack
Tales” are rich in tradition, owing their origins, of course, to whatever
countries first birthed their first
tellers; there are Jack stories that can be traced back to the British Isles, or
all the way to Russia.
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