She may be a figure borrowed from folklore , and though she is often associated with the Irish Medb in popular culture, and has been suggested by historian Thomas Keightley to be from Habundia ,  a more likely origin for her name would be from Mabel and the Middle English derivative "Mabily" as used by Chaucer  all from the Latin amabilis "lovable". She is the fairies' midwife, and she comes In shape no bigger than an agate-stone On the fore-finger of an alderman, Drawn with a team of little atomies Athwart men's noses as they lies asleep; Her wagon-spokes made of long spinners' legs, The cover of the wings of grasshoppers, The traces of the smallest spider's web, The collars of the moonshine's wat'ry beams, Her whip of cricket's bone; the lash of film; Her waggoner a small grey-coated gnat, Not half so big as a round little worm Pricked from the lazy finger of a maid: This is that very Mab That plaits the manes of horses in the night, And bakes the elflocks in foul sluttish hairs, Which once untangled, much misfortune bodes: This is the hag , when maids lie on their backs, That presses them and learns them first to bear, Making them women of good carriage: After her literary debut as far as we can tell by examining the surviving literature in Romeo and Juliet , she appears in works of seventeenth-century poetry, notably Ben Jonson 's " The Entertainment at Althorp " and Michael Drayton 's " Nymphidia ".
A Philosophical Poem is the title of the first large poetic work written by the famous English Romantic poet , Percy Bysshe Shelley — The 31st chapter of Melville's work is entitled such because it describes a dream by Captain Ahab's second mate, Stubb. American philosopher George Santayana wrote a short piece entitled "Queen Mab" which appeared in his book Soliloquies in England and Later Soliloquies. This particular soliloquy considers English literature as an indirect form of self-expression in which the English writer "will dream of what Queen Mab makes other people dream" rather than revealing him or herself.
Ruler of the Unseelie Sidhe , Mab lives in a dark castle of ice located in the fey worlds of The Nevernever and is generally considered to be incredibly cruel, cold, and a maker of unbreakable pacts. Maas 's Throne of Glass series. Queen Mab is one of the primary villains in the late story arcs of the Hellboy comic book series. In the first episode of season four of HBO 's original series True Blood , Queen Mab portrayed by Rebecca Wisocky is the Queen of Faerie who centuries ago ordered the fae to retreat to the Plane of Faerie in the wake of vampire aggression.
Under her orders, humans with fae blood including Sookie Stackhouse are being drawn into Faerie as well. When Sookie rebels against her and escapes back to the mortal realm, Queen Mab seals the Faerie portals for good, trapping the half-fae with her and a handful of true fae in Bon Temps. Although not connected with him in the original source material, Queen Mab has been featured in media series featuring Merlin. She is portrayed by Miranda Richardson in the TV miniseries Merlin , serving as prominent antagonist to the title character; she is the dark twin to the Lady of the Lake.
Shakespeare is known for intrigue and Danley continues with the tradition; her intrigue clearly compliments and fits with the classic tale making her story of Queen Mab richer and more powerful. It is never a good thing when gods interfere; they are seen as petty and selfish. While Queen Mab begins that way, her character grows revealing that even gods may have a depth of kindness hidden somewhere deep within themselves. As an English major and fan of Shakespearean writings, I was not sure that I would like this book. I had my doubts that anyone could make Romeo and Juliet better.
Danley is a gifted and skilled writer. She successfully tied in her story without breaking the integrity of the original story.
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The characters were well-developed moving one from disliking Queen Mab to feeling a range of emotions from dislike to pity to sadness to cheering her on. When a character goes through such powerful changes and grows, the listener cannot help but change their opinion. The narrator, Julian Rhind-Tutt is talented. His narration was flawless. I liked that he spoke clearly and with a cadence that felt comfortable — not too fast nor too slow. His vocal expressions were strong especially during pivotal times. I enjoyed hearing his voice; soothing and even. There were no issues at all with the production and I have to say while there was definitely an opportunity for it to sound more theatrical with sound effects, I am delighted that the production company chose not to go that route.
This was already a rich tale, it needed nothing more than a talented narrator which it has. Anything more would have taken away from the story. Audiobook was provided for review by the author. This review has been hidden because it contains spoilers. To view it, click here. This is a neat re-envisioning of the classic Shakespearean tale. Kate Danley creates answers for a lot of the questions I ask as I read the Bard's play. Why the animosity between the two houses? Why was Tybalt such a hot-head?
Why did Capulet turn from being a kind father to a raging authoritarian?
What had the Friar seen so that he ran from the tomb? She then re-envisions a much more happy ending, confirming that man rises to his highest points when he lets kindness overtake jealousy and m FUN! She then re-envisions a much more happy ending, confirming that man rises to his highest points when he lets kindness overtake jealousy and meanness. Danley moves past the Prince's powerful ending speech to show that the rift is actually healed through the tragedy and that everyone has learned his lesson. Rather than destroyed, the houses are reinvigorated. I also like the characterization of Mercutio as key to the story.
He is that aptly named mercurial character who swings from glee to despair, but Danley justifies his behavior making him so real.
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Again, the author emphasizes the power of love, turning Queen Mab from her vengeful self to someone who sees love in herself and in others, urging her to let her long feud with Faunus fade, just as the two houses let their feud end in the last lines of the play. I love the fitting ending that Mercutio is not really alive but alive with Mab, taking part in the dreams he finds so fascinating. Best of all, though, is how Danley weaves the lines and ideas from the play into her novel. She has passages lifted line for line and then other sections which echo of Shakespeare's language.
Layered on top of this is Danley's gorgeous prose. She envisions such wonderful characters in Mab, Faunus, and Juno, depicting their worlds with gorgeous imagery and heart-breaking emotions. I love that she took the famous imagery of this faerie, relying on it but also building on it to create a full and sympathetic character who engages the reader from start to finish.
What a fun read. I will certainly be suggesting this to all my fellow high school teachers as well as students who love the play. Dec 07, S. Hoyte rated it it was amazing. Queen Mab is the faerie queen of the night, the bringer of dreams. Faunus is the god of the daylight, the bringer of day dreams. These demigods use two of the most powerful families in Verona, the House of Montague and the House of Capulet to wage their war, and teenagers Romeo and Juliet become the final pawns in the battle.
When Mercutio becomes an unexpected victim of the battle, Mab will do anything in her power to stop the fore-told tragic ending - but Faunus is determined to play the game to the end.
I absolutely loved, loved, loved this book. The story is totally enchanting! I like Shakespeare but never really understood, or perhaps appreciated the story of Romeo and Juliet. The surprise ending for both sets of lovers was delightful! The descriptions were fascinating - so vivid and so powerfully detailed! I became so easily engrossed that I read the entire book in one day - I simply could not put it down.
The premise is that the Queen of night dreams and a satyr end up in a dispute and the mortals of Verona end up their pawns in a game of revenge and power-grabbing. The characters of Shakespeare's play are less pawns of fate as much as they are collateral damage in this otherworld dispute.
Queen Mab is well drawn as a character, although not as sympathetic as she should be — in part because her motivations are a bit murky and because in the end it seemed her success was somewhat unintentional or due to her rivals own missteps. I've always love Mercutio in the play, and here, he was perhaps the most likable character. The rest, for the most part were not taken much, if at all, beyond the original and it was one of the things I think Danley could have done more with.
Another flaw was that she chose to, almost exclusively, use Shakespeare's language directly, showing us only what was in the play. While reminding the reader of the plot of Romeo and Juliet is fine, she could have varied technique. I think she missed an opportunity to play more with the language there were a few good instances of her own witty use of language and to have delved into what we did not see. So much was focused on Mab and Faunus and their limited interactions with the other characters - mostly to manipulation - that she missed the chance to build a richer cast of characters that went beyond the play's text.
The richness of the concept doesn't even quite fulfill its promise and I found the ending too neat and found myself wondering why Danley chose to alter what she did. The novel was worth the read in that it was quick and interesting and I cared about the protagonist, but it could have been so much more. Oct 15, Giddy Girlie rated it it was amazing.
You don't have to be a Shakespeare fan to like this book!
I have never read his works outside of school and I don't go to the Bard's plays. However, being a fan of Danley's previous books I decided to give this one a try as well and I am so glad that I did! While the prose is a bit more elegant and in line with the FEEL of Shakespeare's work, it doesn't try to replicate it -- to me this is a big plus. It's entirely readable - and enjoyabl You don't have to be a Shakespeare fan to like this book! It's entirely readable - and enjoyable! The story itself is lovely.
Queen Mab is the bringer of dreams and watches over the fair city of Verona every evening. A contest with Faunus, the bringer of daydreams, engages Queen Mab into a fight over the citizens of Verona and the houses of Capulet and Montague, which brings the reader into the familiar world we know from Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet. Mar 20, Shannan rated it it was amazing Shelves: This was a very interesting view on the Romeo and Juliet story. I honestly never considered the idea of Queen Mab being an actual character who influenced the story, and the way Ms. Danley handled it was masterful.
She also managed to grasp the essence of the Shakespearean language throughout the book, which is a skill all by itself. Overall, this book was intricately woven and added a little more magic to the tale. I'd say this book very much does Romeo and Juliet justice. It was fun getting so This was a very interesting view on the Romeo and Juliet story. It was fun getting some backstory and getting to know Mercutio a little better.
I loved reading this. However, if I were to make one complaint, it would be that the feel of the whole book never seemed to change.
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It was as though the characters felt the same thing no matter what happened. Though, to be fair, that could be because I read this as an ebook, which makes it a little harder for me to get lost in. Danely is very good at not telling the reader what the characters feel and allowing them to imagine it themselves. So, my one complaint for this book may not be so much of a fault as it is just me being nit-picky.
To sum up, I loved it and would gladly recommend it to all my friends! Oct 01, Kyra Dunst rated it it was amazing. I must admit, I liked this story much better than Shakespeare's version. Although I loved the depth of emotion in the original play, the ending was never satisfactory. I am glad that the story has been modified, turning the tragedy to joy instead.
I am also glad that dear Mercutio was given a happy ending, of sorts. I never liked his untimely end. Queen Mab is definitely a character. Turned bitter by Faunus when he betrays her and breaks her heart, she turns her wrath on him and his favored Monta I must admit, I liked this story much better than Shakespeare's version. Turned bitter by Faunus when he betrays her and breaks her heart, she turns her wrath on him and his favored Montagues.
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She uses the friendship of House Capulet and turns him against Montague. Now to the meal Of silence, grandeur and excess he drags His palled unwilling appetite. If gold, Gleaming around, and numerous viands culled From every clime could force the loathing sense To overcome satiety, -if wealth The spring it draws from poisons not, -or vice, Unfeeling, stubborn vice, converteth not Its food to deadliest venom; then that king Is happy; and the peasant who fulfils His unforced task, when he returns at even And by the blazing fagot meets again Her welcome for whom all his toil is sped, Tastes not a sweeter meal.
Behold him now Stretched on the gorgeous couch; his fevered brain Reels dizzily awhile; but ah! Awful death, I wish, yet fear to clasp thee! Oh, visit me but once, -but pitying shed One drop of balm upon my withered soul! There needeth not the hell that bigots frame To punish those who err; earth in itself Contains at once the evil and the cure; And all-sufficing Nature can chastise Those who transgress her law; she only knows How justly to proportion to the fault The punishment it merits.
Is it strange That this poor wretch should pride him in his woe? Take pleasure in his abjectness, and hug The scorpion that consumes him? He, like the vulgar, thinks, feels, acts, and lives Just as his father did; the unconquered powers Of precedent and custom interpose Between a king and virtue. Those gilded flies That, basking in the sunshine of a court, Fatten on its corruption!
Whence, thinkest thou, kings and parasites arose? Whence that unnatural line of drones who heap Toil and unvanquishable penury On those who build their palaces and bring Their daily bread? Where is the fame Which the vain-glorious mighty of the earth Seek to eternize?
That mandate is a thunder-peal that died In ages past; that gaze, a transient flash On which the midnight closed; and on that arm The worm has made his meal. The man Of virtuous soul commands not, nor obeys. Power, like a desolating pestilence, Pollutes whate'er it touches; and obedience, Bane of all genius, virtue, freedom, truth, Makes slaves of men, and of the human frame A mechanized automaton. When Nero High over flaming Rome with savage joy Lowered like a fiend, drank with enraptured ear The shrieks of agonizing death, beheld The frightful desolation spread, and felt A new-created sense within his soul Thrill to the sight and vibrate to the sound, - Thinkest thou his grandeur had not overcome The force of human kindness?
Look on yonder earth: The golden harvests spring; the unfailing sun Sheds light and life; the fruits, the flowers, the trees, Arise in due succession; all things speak Peace, harmony and love. He fabricates The sword which stabs his peace; he cherisheth The snakes that gnaw his heart; he raiseth up The tyrant whose delight is in his woe, Whose sport is in his agony. Yon sun, Lights it the great alone? Yon silver beams, Sleep they less sweetly on the cottage thatch Than on the dome of kings?
Is mother earth A step-dame to her numerous sons who earn Her unshared gifts with unremitting toil; A mother only to those puling babes Who, nursed in ease and luxury, make men The playthings of their babyhood and mar In self-important childishness that peace Which men alone appreciate?
The pure diffusion of thy essence throbs Alike in every human heart. Cloud upon cloud, in dark and deepening mass, Roll o'er the blackened waters; the deep roar Of distant thunder mutters awfully; Tempest unfolds its pinion o'er the gloom That shrouds the boiling surge; the pitiless fiend, With all his winds and lightnings, tracks his prey; The torn deep yawns, -the vessel finds a grave Beneath its jagged gulf. The stars are quenched In darkness, and the pure and spangling snow Gleams faintly through the gloom that gathers round. Hark to that roar whose swift and deafening peals In countless echoes through the mountains ring, Startling pale Midnight on her starry throne!
Now swells the intermingling din; the jar Frequent and frightful of the bursting bomb; The falling beam, the shriek, the groan, the shout, The ceaseless clangor, and the rush of men Inebriate with rage: The gray morn Dawns on the mournful scene; the sulphurous smoke Before the icy wind slow rolls away, And the bright beams of frosty morning dance Along the spangling snow.
I see thee shrink, Surpassing Spirit! I see a shade of doubt and horror fleet Across thy stainless features; yet fear not; This is no unconnected misery, Nor stands uncaused and irretrievable. Kings, priests and statesmen blast the human flower Even in its tender bud; their influence darts Like subtle poison through the bloodless veins Of desolate society. Let priest-led slaves cease to proclaim that man Inherits vice and misery, when force And falsehood hang even o'er the cradled babe, Stifling with rudest grasp all natural good. How withered all the buds of natural good! No shade, no shelter from the sweeping storms Of pitiless power!
On its wretched frame Poisoned, perchance, by the disease and woe Heaped on the wretched parent whence it sprung By morals, law and custom, the pure winds Of heaven, that renovate the insect tribes, May breathe not. The untainting light of day May visit not its longings. It is bound Ere it has life; yea, all the chains are forged Long ere its being; all liberty and love And peace is torn from its defencelessness; Cursed from its birth, even from its cradle doomed To abjectness and bondage!
Every grain Is sentient both in unity and part, And the minutest atom comprehends A world of loves and hatreds; these beget Evil and good; hence truth and falsehood spring; Hence will and thought and action, all the germs Of pain or pleasure, sympathy or hate, That variegate the eternal universe. The one is man that shall hereafter be; The other, man as vice has made him now.
The pestilence that stalks In gloomy triumph through some eastern land Is less destroying. They cajole with gold And promises of fame the thoughtless youth Already crushed with servitude; he knows His wretchedness too late, and cherishes Repentance for his ruin, when his doom Is sealed in gold and blood! Those too the tyrant serve, who, skilled to snare The feet of justice in the toils of law, Stand ready to oppress the weaker still, And right or wrong will vindicate for gold, Sneering at public virtue, which beneath Their pitiless tread lies torn and trampled where Honor sits smiling at the sale of truth.
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They have three words -well tyrants know their use, Well pay them for the loan with usury Torn from a bleeding world! A vengeful, pitiless, and almighty fiend, Whose mercy is a nickname for the rage Of tameless tigers hungering for blood; Hell, a red gulf of everlasting fire, Where poisonous and undying worms prolong Eternal misery to those hapless slaves Whose life has been a penance for its crimes; And Heaven, a meed for those who dare belie Their human nature, quake, believe and cringe Before the mockeries of earthly power.
It fades, another blossoms; yet behold! He has invented lying words and modes, Empty and vain as his own coreless heart; Evasive meanings, nothings of much sound, To lure the heedless victim to the toils Spread round the valley of its paradise. Look to thy wretched self! Ay, art thou not the veriest slave that e'er Crawled on the loathing earth?
Are not thy days Days of unsatisfying listlessness? Thy manhood blighted with unripe disease? Are not thy views of unregretted death Drear, comfortless and horrible? Thy mind, Is it not morbid as thy nerveless frame, Incapable of judgment, hope or love? When the grave Has swallowed up thy memory and thyself, Dost thou desire the bane that poisons earth To twine its roots around thy coffined clay, Spring from thy bones, and blossom on thy tomb, That of its fruit thy babes may eat and die?
Twin-sister of Religion, Selfishness! Rival in crime and falsehood, aping all The wanton horrors of her bloody play; Yet frozen, unimpassioned, spiritless, Shunning the light, and owning not its name, Compelled by its deformity to screen With flimsy veil of justice and of right Its unattractive lineaments that scare All save the brood of ignorance; at once The cause and the effect of tyranny; Unblushing, hardened, sensual and vile; Dead to all love but of its abjectness; With heart impassive by more noble powers Than unshared pleasure, sordid gain, or fame; Despising its own miserable being, Which still it longs, yet fears, to disenthrall.
But in the temple of their hireling hearts Gold is a living god and rules in scorn All earthly things but virtue. His hosts of blind and unresisting dupes The despot numbers; from his cabinet These puppets of his schemes he moves at will, Even as the slaves by force or famine driven, Beneath a vulgar master, to perform A task of cold and brutal drudgery; - Hardened to hope, insensible to fear, Scarce living pulleys of a dead machine, Mere wheels of work and articles of trade, That grace the proud and noisy pomp of wealth!
And statesmen boast Of wealth! Nature, impartial in munificence, Has gifted man with all-subduing will. Matter, with all its transitory shapes, Lies subjected and plastic at his feet, That, weak from bondage, tremble as they tread. How many a rustic Milton has passed by, Stifling the speechless longings of his heart, In unremitting drudgery and care!
How many a vulgar Cato has compelled His energies, no longer tameless then, To mould a pin or fabricate a nail! How many a Newton, to whose passive ken Those mighty spheres that gem infinity Were only specks of tinsel fixed in heaven To light the midnights of his native town!