I really never understood the appeal of Washington Irving’s “Legend of Sleepy Hollow”. It reads sort of like chapter 17 of one of those long Stephen King short story collections. Serviceable, but ultimately forgettable in comparison to the really creative stories of the bunch. But it always gets assigned at some point in elementary school or junior high, as if those poor teachers trying to get children interested in reading are trying to get them to read something “cool”, while still not compromising on the principle of reading only works by dead guys with language foreign enough to scare away those who don’t already read under the covers at night.
Of course I’m also biased because I feel that there really isn’t a terrible amount of American literature all that worth the reading before Mark Twain. Ah, that broadside should get me some solid hate mail.
The problem is that the story, while based on all sorts of interesting mythology from the darker forests of the European middle ages, what with the various incarnations of the Wild Hunt, is ultimately a short one shot that adds little to the overall mythology it borrows from. There’s probably some symbolism of early American what-not that I’m missing.
So there’s this headless horseman and he chases people. Then what? Well really that’s it. Except the ending is tricky because you don’t know if he was real. Wow, sign me up for seven seasons and a movie. Ooh, and make it a modernization, because the only thing that would be cooler would be “based on a true story”.
Yeah, they’re doing this:
I will bet the life of your first born that the female lead had a now dead grandfather who always used to read “Legend of Sleepy Hollow” to her and she still keeps a copy of it in her home. It’s science.