Like the weather, my mood about this book changed depending on the chapter. Some were like lovely spring days, full of delight and pleasure: The Aunt and Amabel, Magic Mirror, The Child and the Giant, and best of all The Dream Dust Factory. Most, though, were tedious, gray hours without end, like a drizzling, cold autumn day. Undine and The Snow Queen were particularly awful. I was amused that Lewis and Disney agree the most interesting part of The Snow Queen is the idea implicit in the title. Undine, which in this collection meanders across more than 60 pages, was nicely summarized on Story Nory in less than 10!
I think what really killed it for me though, was not just the uninteresting, laborious stories (every reader creates a hierarchy within an anthology, after all), but the seriously lacking introductions. I expected that if you were to publish MOSTLY public domain works, then my money is actually buying the author's insight. In the little gray boxes at the beginning of each piece, I expected far more than "Lewis listed this in a top 10 article once." I hoped Anderson would spend more time delving into the connections, unfurling them like a more detailed map of a familiar country, and making my synapses tingle with frissons of new insight. If there's a book like that out there--and I really hope there is!--this unfortunately isn't it.