Zel
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Donna Jo Napoli
Donna Jo Napoli is a distinguished academic in the field of linguistics and teaches at Swarthmore College. She is also the author of more than eighty books for young readers.
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- Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5A refreshing new take on Rapunzel. the story of a young girl coming of age and realizing she needs more in her life than just her mother. I read this book in less than a day, it was that good.
- Rating: 3 out of 5 stars3/5A 4 star story until the last chapter, which read like a strange, surreal epilogue. It felt somewhat out of place, too mysterious and impossible even for this mysterious and magical tale.
- Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5Wow. As other reviewers have said, it is dark, intense, mature, horrifying, sophisticated. Very true to the un-sanitized, un-disneyfied style of the older European folk-tales. Its ubiety is key to understanding Napoli's intent - it couldn't be written with a first-world 21st century setting.
I do disagree with the reviewers who imply it's a quick read. Napoli worked hard on the language, on the structure, on the three unique perspectives of Girl, Count, and Mother, on the change in their Voices as the drama progresses. Slow down and savor it.
Also slow down so you can notice all the wonderful supporting details. For example, the young man is not a prince, and does not have the people's permission to debauch & plunder. He is being trained to work hard, for example to monitor the quality of imported goods. And pay attention to the poor widowed goose we meet early on. Watch how the different foods they eat are described.
And if you are reading it as a teen, read it again when you're a parent. - Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5I picked this up because it was on the "recommended" list at the back of one of Terri Windling and Ellen Datlow's anthologies - and I'm very glad I did!
It's a retelling of the story of Rapunzel, set in the 1500's in Switzerland. While Napoli does not take out the more fantastic/magical elements of the story, she very much emphasizes the psychological elements of the story: the witch who demands a baby girl in return for the theft of her lettuce is not simply evil, but clings to her "adopted" daughter, Rapunzel, with a fierce and possessive "love," which over the years grows more and more obsessively twisted, till it leads to her imprisoning her in an isolated tower, with terrible consequences for Zel's sanity... The dynamic, as it is portrayed, is far too close to the reality of how many parents cling to their children (finding it hard to let them grow up, become independent, and find love on their own) to be comfortable reading. Although the book was marketed toward young teens, I found it to be one of the most disturbing (but also most romantic!) works I've read in quite a while.
Highly recommended for fans of Patricia McKillip. - Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5I loved this book! It is still my favorite, despite the books I have read since. I like how the story is told from different characters' points of view, it helps the reader understand each character's motivations. I love the retelling of old, beloved stories, and this does that very well.
- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Well told version of the Rapunzel story but made more complete by including narratives of Zel, her mother, and Count Konrad. Why did her mother trap her in the tower? Was it only to keep her from contact with men or was there something more?
- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Another retelling that demonstrates Napoli's ability to make the "villain" a real person whose actions we do not condone but with whom we can definitely empathize. I found the Mother's obsession quite realistic, and I appreciated that Rapunzel was not just another damsel in distress.
4 stars - Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5Zel by Donna Jo Napoli (1998) is a retelling of the traditional tale of Rapunzel which originally comes from Italy. Zel is a cheerful teen who sees the positives in everything. Her mother is very different than Zel often focusing on the dangers in life. These fears lead Zel's mother to lock her away in a tower until these "dangers" are gone. The story is written using beautiful descriptive language. The reader is continuously engaged hearing from each characters point of view as the chapters change.
In a classroom I would use this story of Rapunzel along with other stories for students to read and compare. It is important for students to read different versions of the same story to see how authors can write. This can help students make decisions in their own stories. - Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5I really loved how personal this story is. It basically just deals with the three characters, Rapunzel, Mother, and Konrad. The changes in perspective throughout the story were nice. And the evolution of the relationship between Zel and her mother was very interesting to read. I also enjoyed the depiction of Zel's feelings while she was in the tower, it was very realistic.
- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Zel is the retelling of the class fairy tale Rapunzel but this book isn't for kids. It's a deep look at what can happen when natural human longings become evil. Set in 16th-century Switzerland, the book alternates between prince Konrad, Zel, and Zel's mother's point of view. The book answers all the questions that the original Grimm's story never answered for us. Why did that witch want Rapunzel in the first place? How did she get her up in the tower if there was no door? Why didn't Rapunzel hate her mother for causing her to become a lonely prisoner? The book expounds upon the utter isolation and realistically portrays the dismal effects on Zel's spirit from being locked away in a tower. This book will cause you to think on a deeper level than you ever have before about an old, familiar tale. It's truly romantic but at times dark.
- Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5Zel is the very creative retelling of the fairy tale classic, 'Rapunzel." In Napoli's version Zel and her mother live in isolation in the Swiss countryside, far away from human contact. Mother does her very best to give Zel everything she needs in the hopes of binding Zel to her forever. As her daughter reaches maturity mother realizes Zel will have an important decision to make, marry and raise a traditional family, or follow in her mother's footsteps and sell her soul to become a witch. Afraid Zel will make the "wrong" decision Zel's mother locks Zel in the tower everyone knows from the traditional story. Napoli does a clever job at including small details from the original story including the obsession with lamb's lettuce.
The very first thing I noticed about this book was its voice structure. Zel is told from the point of view of three different characters: Zel (in third person present), Konrad (in third person present), and Zel's mother (oddly enough, in first person present). In the beginning I wanted to complain about it, but by the end of the third chapter I found it ingenious. Through Zel's mother's thoughts you get the incredibly twisted psychology of love and obsession. The story wouldn't have been as dark and dangerous if all voices were the same. We needed to see mother's reasoning for locking Zel away in the tower. This psychological insight allowed us see the story from a different angle and not lean on the original story of Rapunzel. - Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5A gentle, heart-rending retelling of the Rapunzel story. As Zel approaches puberty, she finds herself removed from the freedom of the country life she has known, and confined to a stone tower. As the years go by, the memory of a boy she met at the village stays fresh in her mind as her other memories begin to fade. Zel's mother has a reason - an other-worldly reason - for the things she does. The reasons aren't specifically spelled out; but there is an undertone of evil that hangs vaguely over the story.
The story is well-told, although I'm not fond of present-tense narrative. The point of view varies between Zel, Mother, and Konrad. Mother's narrative is first-person, but the others' minds are open to us, so we see every thought. The story is very well-woven, and the ending is powerful. Just wish it wasn't first-person. Recommended. - Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Zel, by Donna Jo Napoli, is a re-telling of the classic fairytale, Rapunzel. I admit that when I started reading Zel, I expected a light fluffy story. I also admit that it had been a very long time since I've read the fairytale version. I should have refreshed my memory.
In Zel, Rapunzel is a young girl living a very happy life with Mother. She knows that Mother has a special gift with plants but she doesn't know the extent of her abilities or the reason she has the gift in the first place. When Zel meets a young count on one of her rare trips into the village, she expresses a desire to ultimately marry and have children of her own. Mother's fear of losing Zel is so great that she locks her in a tower. The story continues as Zel begins to lose her mind due to her confinement and lack of companionship. She is not aware that the count has been searching for her for years.
I didn't expect some of the darker elements of the story. There was a great deal of madness in Mother's attempts to protect her child and keep her with her forever. Zel's own madness is more understandable because of her circumstances. This morning I read Rapunzel by Paul O. Zelinsky for comparison and recognize many of the same elements to the story. What Ms. Napoli does is expand on everything to give us an understanding into everything.
Zel is a wonderfully written novel length re-telling of the classic. While it is a children's book, I definitely recommend it for young teens or older. There are adult situations later in the story and it may bring up questions. I recommend it very highly and also encourage you to pick up another version of the story to make your own comparisons. Mr. Zelinsky's gorgeous book won the Caldecott Medal and his illustrations are stunning. - Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5A retelling of the Rapunzel story. This flitted around from character to character, changing voice and point of view so often it felt like running downhill. The use of present tense added to that rushing feeling, even though the story covers a long period of time. It was interesting to hear the witches voice, her obsessive wishing for a child, and the length she was willing to go to keep her daughter's love. I enjoyed reading it, but I prefer meatier retellings.
- Rating: 3 out of 5 stars3/5Great retelling of the Rapunzel story.
- Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5This was a really wonderful retelling of Rapunzel: it makes sense and shows characters motivations. Rapunzel and her prince are lovable and interesting, and the "witch" is not so much spiteful as desperate. Though the author's style irked me a bit at first, I fast found myself intrigued and loving it long before I realized that this is a retelling of Rapunzel.
- Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5Brilliant retelling of the Rapunzel story. Napoli does a superb job of writing a very mature story without allowing things slip into vulgarity.
Book preview
Zel - Donna Jo Napoli
THE GIFT
Switzerland, mid-1500s
Chapter 1 Zel
h, Mother, the goose is on her nest again. Zel rests her weight on the windowsill and leans out. Her feet dance on tiptoe. The goose stretches her neck forward and smacks the bottom of her bill on the rocky soil.
Goose! Zel shouts.
Dear goose. You’re terribly confused." Zel hears a thunk. She spins around.
Mother has just put a bowl of apricots on the center of the table. Forget that goose. Eat well. You’ll need your energy.
I will?
Zel grabs a fruit from the cool water it floats in. She eats greedily, her teeth sharp as the shells she has collected on their visits to the lake. She sees that Mother wears her good shoes. Oh, we’re going to town today!
She laughs. And now her dancing feet take her around the table, around Mother, impelled by the rare joy of town. Zel sings, Today today today today.
Mother catches the tips of Zel’s braids and gives a playful tug. Holding tight, she dips her fingers in the water in the bowl and smooths the curls that have sprung free back into place. Then she turns to the shelf and takes down the dark loaf. She saws with a long, strong knife.
Zel sniffs the air, lifting her nose like the lone chamois she watched one day last month when she climbed high into the Alps. I love the smell of bread. Sweet, sweet bread.
Nourishing bread.
Mother puts two pieces on the table.
Zel takes a bite of bread, then ties on her shoes. She has already tended to the rabbits and hens, so there is nothing to delay her and Mother. I wonder if the crier with the melons will be there.
She would love to see the crier’s wide chest and hear his rough voice.
The first melons might be ripe already.
Mother speaks distractedly.
Tell me: will he?
Zel chooses a second apricot and rolls it on the table, making a design of its wet trail. She takes hold of her wooden chair by the half-moon hole in its back, pulls it out from under the table, and sits.
Mother smiles. She closes her eyes. When she opens them, she says, At least a few melons are ripe. He’ll be there.
Mother.
Zel’s eyes hold Mother’s with insistence. I want to be able to close my eyes and know things, like you. But when I close my eyes, all I do is stumble.
Mother picks up her own hunk of bread. She eats, quick and silent.
Zel stands with her eyes closed and bumbles her way across the room, through the doorway, purposely bumping into baskets and beds. She opens her eyes and laughs. Let’s go.
Mother takes a cloth sack off the peg on the wall. She picks up the piece of bread that Zel has left on the table and slips it in Zel’s pocket as she walks past and out the door.
On the side of the next mountain to the east, a herd of long-horned goats skips over stone loosened by spring rains. There is little grass on that mountain, but on Zel’s and Mother’s meadow the grass is thick as moss. No place on earth is as fine as their alm. Zel skips through the grass, mimicking the goats.
Keep clean, Zel. We must be presentable for town.
Everyone else will be caked with grime.
We aren’t everyone else.
Zel doesn’t understand Mother’s passion for cleanliness. No one else seems to share it. Still, she returns to the path.
Pay homage to the cypresses.
Mother nods toward the row of tall trees.
Zel bows her head. These are the only cypresses Zel has ever seen in all her mountain wanderings. They define the edge of their alm. One winter night the thunder of snow breaking from the mountainside woke Mother and Zel, and by the time they managed to rush from the cottage, the avalanche was over—blocked by the looming trees. Zel was sure the trees had not been there before that night, but Mother said it’s easy not to notice trees and plants until you need them. Mother notices every tree everywhere, it seems. Zel has little sense of trees, but gratitude renders her reverent before these cypresses, which seem to grow thicker by the day.
The goose swings her neck and gazes at them. Beyond the goose, the gray tomcat moves in a silent crouch on the bridge. But there’s no cause for alarm: The goose isn’t unaware; Zel can see that from the angular movements of the goose’s head. Rather, the goose is flustered: Which threat is greater, humans who might eat eggs or a tom who attacks birds? In an instant she’s made her decision. She spreads her wings and leaps onto the bridge, charging the cat with raucous honks. The tom turns and runs. Foolish cat to have even thought of attacking. No cat is a match for a goose. Still, Zel admires the cat’s saucy spirit.
Zel points at the nest and counts. Five. This year she’s got five. Last year it was only four.
The goose now pivots, her wings wide, and charges Zel and Mother. Zel backs away to give the goose wide berth. But Mother pulls Zel behind her and stays on the path. Mother hisses loudly. The goose halts, honks. Mother hisses more fiercely. The goose returns to her nest. Mother crosses the bridge.
Zel feels betrayed by the goose’s attack and even more by the goose’s obedience to Mother. She looks over her shoulder and calls, Silly goose. Who’d want to steal your rocks anyway? No matter how long you sit on them, they’ll always be rocks.
The goose swings her head dumbly.
Zel is sorry for her words. The goose cannot possibly understand them, but that makes them worse. What makes her gather rocks, Mother?
I don’t know, Zel. Probably her mate was killed and she can’t give up the instinct for nesting.
Maybe she had a nest of real eggs once. Maybe a fox attacked and killed them all.
Zel shudders. She thinks about her own future family. She will have many children. And a husband, of course, not like Mother. He will play with the children, like their billy goat nudges his kids. Zel looks again at the goose, alone on a nest that will never be filled with goslings. She makes me sad.
Mother stoops and picks a purple aster. She gently works it into Zel’s right braid, so that it sits above her ear. She straightens Zel’s smock. Do you wish the goose wouldn’t come back next year?
She swings her empty sack over her shoulder and walks on.
Zel stretches her arms out behind her, fingers spread like goose feathers in landing. She runs a few paces, then drops her arms. No, I like her.
The path feels new. After all, they travel this path only twice a year. Zel looks around. Berry bushes tangle the underbrush, but they are empty. The berries dried up weeks ago. Few fruits are more lovely than summer berries. Zel eyes the brush, her wish fervent and acute. But they wind their way downward, always through empty canes. She says softly, half to herself, I’m hungry for raspberries.
Look carefully.
Mother’s tone is light, much cooler than the midsummer air.
A tiny breeze stirs the leaves of an aspen. Its base is surrounded by prickly canes. Zel goes forward and gathers the berries. Just enough to fill both hands. You knew they were here, didn’t you?
She fills her mouth and walks beside Mother again. The berry juice runs down her chin. She wipes it away and licks her fingers. How could you know these berries would be here, when all the other bushes are dry as dust?
Mother opens her mouth as if to speak. But she says nothing. Her eyes are troubled.
A young hedgehog races from under a bush. At that moment the overhanging branch of a tree breaks and falls on it.
No!
Zel runs and rolls the branch away. The little creature is stunned. It blinks at Zel, who coos as she checks its limbs. It scurries off. Zel returns to Mother’s side. I saw fear in its eyes. I wish I could have made it understand I meant no harm. I love animals, Mother. I want to talk to them.
You practically do, Zel.
In their language, I mean.
Mother smiles vaguely. She moves along more quickly and lightly now, taking Zel’s hand. But Zel is too excited to walk. She drops Mother’s hand and skips. She will be with people today all day long.
Zel loves seeing people. No one ever comes to visit their alm, but still Zel gets to see people often. So far this summer she has spied at least one of the herd boys every day. These are boys who live in the lower hills in winter. But in fair weather they take up residence with the mountain people in their scattered cabins. Once a week each boy takes a turn driving the communal herd across the alms for grazing. Zel has always wished that she and Mother had a cow to contribute to the herd so that the boys would stop by their alm. But Mother prefers goats. And whenever a herd boy crosses their grasses, Mother shoos him away before they can even exchange names.
But in town Mother can’t shoo people away. Zel will get to see everyone, talk with everyone. Oh, town is wonderful.
The path through the woods comes out on the road. Far ahead two oxen pull a cart piled high with goods under an oilskin. On the road behind, Zel hears voices. She glances at the family that walks beside a donkey loaded almost as high as the oxen cart. The market ahead will be full of donkeys like him, gossiping donkeys. Hurry, Mother.
Zel takes Mother’s hand and pulls ahead.
Finally they pass through the covered bridge over the great river that empties into their lake, footsteps and voices resounding on the stone. When they emerge, the lake shines opaque green down to their left. It is long and flat this morning. Sometimes the lake moves from one end to the other like a thin good-weather quilt in a spring wind. There is a precipice near their home from which Zel can see almost the entire lake. When it moves in that special way, she wonders if the next lake over also moves. Perhaps today that lake is flat, too, inviting the foolish to walk on it.
The road winds along the side of the hill, passing below the opening of the grottoes. The son of the traveling handyman who patches their steep roof told Zel of those frigid hollows. The boy climbed through holes so narrow, he had to pull himself along on his stomach. He swam in black pools full of lime and vomited afterward. Zel listened and shivered. The boy gave her a cave rock, red from iron. But when Zel showed it to Mother, Mother snatched it and threw it from a cliff. Mother won’t abide gifts. Zel painted caves dripping with purple-red mulberry stain for weeks after. When she looked at them, she shivered. And when she shivered, she remembered his question; he asked how she could bear living with no one but Mother way out on their alm. He said, Don’t you mountain people get lonely?
Passing the grottoes, Zel drops Mother’s hand and hugs herself with both arms to fend off the shivers.
At last, Zel and Mother arrive in town. They follow the cobblestones, winding through people and animals. The huge clock in the town tower seems to look down on the market square like an open eye. Zel and Mother stop at table after table—here piled high with paprika, bunches of parsley, savory, oregano; here covered with neat pyramids of cheese balls. The zesty smell of the Gruyère Mother buys tickles Zel’s nose. They munch sweet rolls of white flour with raisins, citron, and cinnamon, glazed shiny with egg yolk.
Zel hums. She feels absorbed by the throng of people. She stops a moment, enjoying the sense of warmth and envelopment. But Mother nudges her along.
And here’s the fruit stall they always visit. A girl Zel has talked with before hugs her warmly. A boy who looks to be the girl’s brother sneaks strawberries into Zel’s hand, the small, wild, exquisitely sweet kind. Mother grabs Zel by the wrist and the berries drop in the dust. How can Mother rush when it’s been so long since they last came to town—six long, long months? Zel lags behind, forcing Mother to slow her pace.
Another vendor insists on slipping a licorice stick into Zel’s pocket. Mother feigns ignorance of the act, perhaps because she knows Zel would protest if Mother refused this favorite of treats.
A third vendor, a woman Mother’s age, leans forward. The season’s first grapes.
She drops a small bunch of the green fruit in Zel’s outstretched hands. Zel has them in her mouth before Mother can say no. But Mother doesn’t seem to want to say no now. She presses through the crowds to the edge of the square.
Zel looks ahead. Her eyes alight on the mare that whinnies in protest as the blacksmith ties the fourth rope holding her in place. Merchants often leave their horses to be shod or to have their hooves filed while they sell their wares. Zel knows this because she and Mother have stood and watched the smith on past visits to town. Mother, can we go watch?
I have errands to run. Stay here without me while I do them, will you?
Zel’s chest tightens. She has never been without Mother in town. Yet Zel has seen children walk unattended through the streets. Why, there, in front of the flower merchant, a child much smaller than Zel chooses foxgloves in blue and pink and white. And over there a girl of maybe fourteen or fifteen buys a slab of pork. Zel feels suddenly silly. "Of course, Mother.