
Trotting along on my little hooves… oh, sorry there! Clackety-clack, slow it down from a trot to a walk to a tie-up at the blog post.
While researching Russian literature as part of a book I’m writing and will shamelessly promote when ready, I came across a curious passage from Alexander Pushkin’s 1837 version of the novel in verse Eugene Onegin, Chapter 5 (from The Poems, Prose and Plays of Alexander Pushkin, Random House, 1964):
XVI Recovered, Tanya, pale and shrinking, Looks round: the bear is gone, at least; She hears wild shouts and glasses clinking As at a mighty funeral feast; The noise is queer and terrifying. With caution through the key-hole spying She sees... Why, who would credit it? About the table monsters! One is a horned and dog-faced creature, One has a cock's head plain to see, And there's a witch with a goatee, A dwarf, whose tail is quite a feature A haughty skeleton, and that Is half a crane and half a cat. XVII More horrors: here a lobster riding A spider; here a red-capped skull A goose's snaky neck bestriding– Most fearful and most wonderful! A wind-mill all alone is whirling, Its wings with crazy motions twirling; They bark and whistle, sing and screech, To horse's stamp and human speech! And in the crowd that filled the hovel, Aghast, Tanya recognized The dreaded one, the dearly prized: The very hero of our novel! Onegin sits and drinks a health, And glances at the door by stealth.
How odd it seemed to hear of such creatures in writings by *gasp* a dead white man–oh, horrors! Just around the same time, I picked up a nifty 25¢ book at the Goodwill Superstore about medieval beasts, Medieval Beasts, (publication info coming). None of the medieval beasts look just like any of Pushkin’s as described, yet the one book reminded me of the other.


The theme of Beasts in the Books rolled into Lewis Carroll’s Alice in Wonderland, illustrations by John Tenniel, including the scene from the chapter The Caucus Race. Although Mr. Tenniel illustrates real beasts in this particular picture, not fantastical ones, they delight nonetheless.

I wonder whose beasts influenced or inspired other’s beasts in literature, and movies, over the years and across continents and cultures, for instance, the goofy multi-eyed dragon in Monty Python’s The Holy Grail, or the liger from Napoleon Dynamite, or how about the creepy Furry scene in The Shining? Oops, I slipped from books to movies, but beasts make an impression in literature and maybe even more so in movies.
Again, with the holidays approaching, I seem to tip in favor of horror-lite; Suzy Sunshine I am not. Oh well, roast beast, anyone?
Next time: “It’s the Most Horrible Time of the Year“…if you’re a pine or spruce.