1Fairy tales stripped to their latent content
Carter insisted she was not writing 'adult' versions of fairy tales but extracting what was always hidden inside them: the sex, the greed, the violence the prettified versions smoothed away. Bluebeard becomes a study of a bride's curiosity punished by a brand; Red Riding Hood becomes a girl who climbs into bed with the wolf on purpose. The old bones stay recognisable; the flesh on them is new, Gothic and adult.
Characters:The werewolf girl and the wolf-girl
2Women who act
Across the collection, the passive heroines of tradition learn to move. The maiden strangles the Erl-King with his own hair. The girl in 'The Werewolf' cuts the paw off and later inherits the house. Red Riding Hood laughs at the wolf and undresses on her own terms. Even the mother in the title story rescues her daughter with a gun, not a letter. Carter keeps the Gothic trappings but hands the agency to the women.
Characters:The motherThe Erl-KingThe werewolf girl and the wolf-girl
3Beastliness and desire
Two Beauty and the Beast retellings face in opposite directions. In 'The Courtship of Mr Lyon', love humanises the Beast and they live happily ever after. In 'The Tiger's Bride', the heroine becomes a tigress instead, and the Beast stops disguising himself as human. Desire, Carter suggests, does not have to civilise anyone; it can let both lovers be animals together.
Characters:Beauty
4Mirrors and selfhood
Mirrors recur as instruments of identity. The Marquis's mirrored bedroom makes the bride watch herself being possessed. Wolf-Alice, a child raised by wolves, only becomes human when she can recognise herself, and her final act is to hold a mirror up to the Duke, who casts no reflection. To see yourself, Carter says, is the beginning of a soul.
Characters:The Marquis
5The Gothic modern world
These tales sit in the early twentieth century: telephones, transatlantic liners, bicycles, a soldier cycling through Romania on the eve of the First World War. Carter drags fairy-tale castles into the age of trains and telegrams, so the old magic and the new machinery share a page, and the modern world looks just as hungry as the forest.