"Fairy tales," she writes, "are sometimes spiritual, but never religious" (Picturing the Rose 5).
I like these definitions.
According to them, however, the re-tellings of "classic" fairy tales from the authors of our generation are almost overwhelmingly what would be called historical fantasy (sometimes modern fantasy or futurist fantasy/science fiction).
So, where does this leave the writer wishing to breathe new life into Cinderella (Confessions of an Ugly Stepsister, Ella Enchanted, Cinder) or re-imagine Rapunzel (Bitter Greens, Zel)?
Do we, by our reverence and desire to promulgate the longevity of the fairy tale, unwittingly destroy it?
And, how far can one stretch the definition of something before it loses its essence or identity?