Monthly Archives: March 2015

Earning Boyhood in Pinocchio

“Oh, I’m sick of being a puppet!” cried Pinocchio, giving himself a slap on the head. “It’s time that I became a man!” 
“And you will become one, if you deserve it."
“Really? And what can I do to deserve it?”
“A very easy thing: learn to be a good boy.” (Collodi 115-117)

tumblr_ldqxqyr14Y1qbluruo1_1280Learning to be a good boy proves a trying task for the brash and imprudent, though strangely still lovable, eponymous puppet of Carlo Collodi’s classic fairy tale, Pinocchio. Time and again, the wooden rascal boldly sets out to be worthy of boyhood only to get sidetracked by the glittering promise of easy money (Field of Miracles), endless fun (Playland), and a life devoted “to eat, drink, sleep, and amuse myself, and to lead a vagabond life from morning to night” (Collodi 23). These hollow enchantments fail to satisfy Pinocchio and lead him into various snares of self-imposed slavery (long nose, prison, donkey form) or external conflicts (burning, stabbing, hanging, drowning, eaten) that threaten his very existence. As a result, Pinocchio’s journey to boyhood moves in fits and starts and is nearly derailed at several junctures were it not for a serendipitous turn of events, a chorus of symbolic consciences scattered throughout his path (most notably the talking cricket), and the ever-forgiving and ever-loving Geppetto and blue fairy. Continue reading Earning Boyhood in Pinocchio

Prodigal Puppet

By Tony Janeiro

“Where your heart is there is your treasure."

Fleeing through the obscurity of night the inevitable assassins, Pinocchio begins to despair. At that moment, in the light of his understanding of the utter hopelessness of his situation he espies a cottage gleaming in the distance as “snow upon the trees.” A hope lights up his heart and fuels him to seek the seeming refuge. An hour later he arrives only to discover the door barred to him. Furiously he knocks and kicks but the door will not yield to force. However, overhead a window is opened revealing a lovely maiden with azure hair, eyes closed, face pale as wax. She tells Pinocchio that no one will answer the door for all in the house are dead and that she is only at the window to await the coffin. She retires back into the house and the window shuts. Pinocchio pleads to the maiden to take pity on him, but no sooner does he mention his pursuers than he is captured, tortured and strung up on the nearest tree. There upon the gallows oak he hangs between life and death hoping against hope for his rescue. With his breath dwindling and no help in sight Pinocchio cries from the bottom of his heart his departing thought, “Father, Father if only you were here.”

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