Illustrated by Louise August
Linocuts painted in full-color oils on rice paper
Henry Holt and Company
"A Cinderella Tale from the Jewish tradition," reads the subtitle of this one. Having already featured Raisel's Riddle and interviewed its author, I figured I was an old hat when it came to Jewish Cinderellas. Well, shows what I know. In fact, I would say that this was more of a Jewish inversion of the Cinderella story.
Some aspects run parallel. The Fairy Godmother is here the bearded Prophet Elijah. The fancy dress ball is a wedding feast in Cracow, and the prince is the handsome son of Rabbi Yitskhok ben Levi of Lublin, with whom our Cinderella is living at the time. Her name is Mireleh, by the way. And how did she come to be destitute, living a life in the margins of society, a poor beggar girl given shelter in the attic of a kindly Rabbi? Well, it is a family tragedy. I can hardly bear to write it down.
You see, not long ago, Mireleh had been the youngest, carefree daughter of a rabbi herself. Even though she had no special gifts, her father held a special place in his heart for her. But then, one dark day, Rabbi Reyzeleh was besieged by a quandary for which not even the Talmud held an answer.
"I know that I love my children," he said to himself, little realizing the horror his line of thinking would soon inflict. "But how much do they love me?"
He decides, in a moment of insight, to actually ask his daughters! A cunning plan, which seems at first to work perfectly:
"As much as diamonds!" answers the first daughter.
"As much as gold and silver!" is the second reply.
But finally, young Mireleh goes and screws things up royally with this enigmatic response:
"Father, I love you the way meat loves salt."
"What?!!" he shrieks. "You love me no more than salt??"
And for this, Mireleh is banished from the house, in shame and in disgrace.
Fortunately, Old Prophet Elijah is on hand with a Magic Stick that will grant her wishes, as a consolation.
So, that's the beginning of the story. Now, into the Cinderella-ness of it. Armed with the magic stick, Mireleh produces for herself, "a dress of satin, embroidered with pearls! A garland of roses for my hair and a pair of satin slippers for my feet!" Then: ZAP! She appears at the wedding feast, and everyone is shocked to see this beautiful stranger, especially the bride and groom who are just trying to get married.
Well, it pays off. The rabbi's son is stricken with love, little realizing that Mireleh is the very same beggar girl he was looking down on just two pages ago! That's what I meant by an inversion. In this story, the handsome prince and the wicked stepsisters are one in the same.
And here's another inversion: The rabbi's son then goes out and decides it would be a good idea to cover the front steps of the house with tar. Why? So that he can hide and wait for the beautiful stranger to leave. When one of her shoes gets stuck in the tar, she runs off without it. All a part of his plan, you see.
Now he goes around, trying the shoes of the lovely Jewish maidens in the village, promising his parents that he will marry whomever the errant shoe belongs to. But when he realizes it belongs to the beggar girl under his own roof, what is he to do? Follow his heart?
|"You came to us a poor beggar, covered with mud and dust. We let you stay here for tsedokeh!"|
That night, the disembodied spirit of Prophet Elijah appears to the rabbi: "Your son must keep his vow and promise, or misfortune will follow!"
Yikes! I don't recall Cinderella's godmother making such a threat!
|"Your son must keep his vow and promise, or misfortune will follow!"|
So, it should come as no surprise then that indeed, he does marry Mireleh. A large wedding feast is planned! But, before it starts, Mireleh runs to the cooks and instructs, "Don't put any salt in the food!"
Later, during the ceremony, who is that old man, retching at disgust at the food which is offered? "This food tastes terrible! It has no salt!"
"But, Father, don't you remember? I told you I love you the way meat loves salt and you drove me from your house!"
"You spoke only words of truth to me!" he exclaims, and they are united.
So the next time someone asks you how much you love them, don't use any of your cute metaphors, oy vey!