I’ve read “The Legend of Sleepy Hollow” by Washington Irving before, but David, Amber and I were talking about the headless horseman one day and they were both convinced it had been a real ghost and had killed poor Ichabod. And I’ll grant you that image from the Disney movie does stick in your mind. So, I decided October would be the perfect time to sit down and read the story with her.
It’s the story of a schoolmaster, Ichabod Crane, who is courting one of the local lasses, a pretty girl who is a bit of a flirt. His rival, Brom Bones, is one of those rough, mischievous young men who, whenever there’s trouble in the area, all the neighbors and smile and say it must have been Brom Bones and his friends.
I love the descriptions of the area and the locals. It really sets the stage for the story.
They are given to all kinds of marvelous beliefs, are subject to trances and visions, and frequesntly see strange sights and hear music and voices in the air. The whole neighborhood abounds with local tales, haunted spots, and twilight superstitions; stars shoot and meteors glare oftener across the valley than in any other part of the country, and the nightmare, with her whole ninefold, seems to make it the favorite scene of her gambols.
The dominant spirit however that haunts this enchanted region, and seems to be commander-in-chief of all the powers of the air, is the apparition of a figure on horseback without a head.
Crane listen to all the stories, absorbed, delighting in the chills they send down his spine. The story ends, as we know, with Crane fleeing down the road on an old horse, pursued by “The Headless Horseman,” but maybe it wasn’t a ghost after all. While the whole story has touches of the creepy and ghostly, it’s not really scary, at least I didn’t find it so. It’s atmospheric and I can picture how Crane, after hearing the stories would feel nervous at every little sound when walking home in the evening. It’s a good Halloween story, but not one that will keep you awake at night.
It’s actually a little difficult to read. It was written in the 1820s and feels like it. It’s slow-moving and has a lot of words that have fallen out of common usage. There were a fair number of stops to explain what words meant and to make sure she was following the story. I personally think it’s a good to be exposed to different styles and eras of writing, to be comfortable with modern novels, but also not intimidated by those written hundreds of years ago.
I am glad that I read this short classic with her, and I’m pretty sure my husband was listening in for the most part. The writing is lovely and descriptive and it’s a glimpse at a different time. I love the bits of humor. The story can be read on-line at Project Gutenberg, but I’d recommending picking up or borrowing a version from the library with illustrations.
4 out of 5 stars
First published 1820
Book source: Library
This was my sixth short story for R.I.P. VII, a reading event embracing the ghastly and ghostly, mysterious and grim. R.I.P. VII is hosted by Carl at Stainless Steel Droppings.