Kay Nielsen, whose light and color shines through once again
As a small child, I read East of The Sun West of the Moon, in awe and wonderment. The strangely delicate and yet colorfully ornate and fierce illustration of Kay (Pronounced Kigh, like high) Nielsen blended with the prose of the Nordic Fairy Tales, which in original translation were more than a trifle erotic and violent, even a bit horrifying, were an odd combination, like a bowl of chocolate banana split, with strawberries, and whipped cream, followed by a three inch, giant T-bone steak smothered in pork chops, tomato sauce, onions, garlic and chicken livers, topped with an oyster. However, throughout my life thereafter, Nielsen's art reminded me of those fairy tales and the fairy tales of the Northlands, reminded me of his art of his art, and of my life back then in the 1940's paralyzed for the better part of two years as a polio victim, with naught to do but read. Eventually I grew out of polio racked paralysis and gained strength and my taste in art and illustration moved on to more powerful art: the American Brandywine painters, and John Singer Sargent, Frank Brangwyn, Dean Cornwell, Joaquin Sorolla and the utterly brightly sun splashed colors of the Italian Macheollists, like Irolli and Boldini. Despite that, there was still a soft spot in my heart for the consumptively, pale, wane, tall and willowy figures of Nielsen which delighted me in my childhood and shed some light on days spent in a bed of a boy stricken with polio which eventually and happily healed. At that time I in my paleness, pain, and weakness, identified with those frail looking warriors and their heroism despite their scant physique cheered me, giving me hope. This book revives Nielsen's interpretations of the Brothers Grimm, Hans Christian Andersen and East of The Sun West of the Moon and other Nordic tales collected in: In Powder and Crinoline. It brought back sunny and dark memories of an era of World War, Classic baseball, healthy food, and after I healed, summers at our lake house and learning how to hit fast pitching, to paint and write. The book is a feast for the eyes of an era long gone and a style no longer popular, but like old movies on TCM, and older wine, mellows with age and lights a fire of reminiscence of childhood in simpler times and simpler art and writing. Those ancient fairy tales were probably more literary and rough, for a more rugged breed of people than present day Americans, and more now for adults than children, but the art is probably not so restricted, especially if you loved the art and writing of the 1920's-1940's. There are 59 color illustrations crammed into 64 pages and all are full page (with borders and titles). Read more
