Growing into Molly Grue

Growing up, one of my favorite movies and books was Peter Beagle’s The Last Unicorn. When the movie came on HBO when I was about 6, I was glued to it, absorbing every word. It was a cartoon, so my mom basically ignored my watching it, until she heard those infamous words of Molly Grue’s: “Where have you been? Damn you, where have you been?” Mom said, “Well, that doesn’t sound like a very nice movie,” and went to change the channel. I hissed at her, and she backed away. Slowly.

I’ve read The Last Unicorn countless times since my childhood. I practically know it by heart, but I love finding new little things in it, things make me chuckle when they didn’t before, or when I see something in a different way. Last year, something really odd happened. Reading along, I came to the part where Molly meets the unicorn for the first time, and…well, there was this suspicious moisture in my eyes. All of a sudden, it hit me like a brick. I couldn’t put it into words, I couldn’t explain WHY, but suddenly, I knew Molly Grue. I knew her pain, I knew why she was angry. This spring, I read the book again, and it solidified a bit more. I even got why, when I was little, I didn’t get her: I wasn’t supposed to, exactly. I BELIEVED. Even though I knew there were no such things as unicorns, in my heart of hearts, I still believed, or I hoped. 

When I was 34, I went through a weird sort of crisis, where suddenly I realized that I was a grown up, and that time was passing by. I realized I could never have my younger years again. And I realized the unicorns weren’t coming.

In the scene where we first meet Molly Grue, there is a part where Dick Fancy (a member of Captain Cully’s crew) basically tells Schmedrick how lame the group is. But then Molly recollects:

“I sent a tapestry to the judging once,” Molly remembered. “It came in fourth. Fifth. A knight at vigil–everyone was doing vigils that year.” Suddenly she was scrubbing her eyes with horny knuckles. “Damn you, Cully.”

I understand now. Molly was grieving for the life she could have had. Perhaps not a realistic life, but still, she was grieving for the life she had hoped for. She got fifth place in the judging. She might have done even better. She dreamed about knights and Robin Hood, and instead, she was stuck with Captain Cully and his band of lame idiots who didn’t appreciate her for who she wanted to be. She missed the days of unicorns. Cully might have taken her virginity, and therefore took her chances of having a unicorn come and lay his head on her lap. Now she makes rat stew and listens to the complaints of men who could do no better. She also chillingly sings the song of Elli, Mommy Fortuna’s portrayal of old age and death.

I grieve with Molly Grue. I don’t regret the life I have now, but I acknowledge that I have lost something with my maturity. Suddenly, Molly Grue is a kindred spirit. And in my last reading of The Last Unicorn, I saw that really, she is a kick-ass character, and someone I can definitely identify with, more so than Lady Amalthea, who might be a beautiful princess part, but who really is not the heroine I want to be.

Molly Grue, I think, more than Schmedrick, is the one who gave the unicorn her first sense of mortality: namely, shame. At their first meeting, when she asked, “How dare you, how dare you come to me now, when I am this?” the unicorn doesn’t just see her as just any other woman or girl, a foolish mortal of which she has seen a thousand. Instead, 

…this time it was the unicorn’s old dark eyes that looked down.

Molly is the only one who dared to speak her mind to King Haggard, showing she has more balls than Schmedrick. Because of her blunt words, and not Schmendrick’s flattery, Haggard fires the wizard Mabruk and they get their “in” to Haggard’s castle. Without her, they would have been tossed out on their ears or worse.

Molly is the only one who has no ambition, no agenda. She only wants to be with the unicorn and help her with her mission. She obviously likes a good romance (she’s the first to say to Amalthea, “You are cruel to him,” referring to Prince Lir), but has no time for it. When Amalthea and Lir start getting mushy in the Red Bull’s cave (“I would have come back…”), she yells, “Never mind that! Where’s Schmendrick?” She’s practical and on task. Without her, I honestly think things would have failed; she contributed in so many small ways that formed a frame of the whole mission. 

I understand Molly Grue now in a way I never did before. And I can honestly say, thank you, Peter S. Beagle, for making Molly a character, one of the few I’ve found, that I can truly admire, empathize with, and really see myself in. I think he wrote the unicorn and Amalthea for the young, the innocent, and for maybe for everyone to give them hope and wonder. But Molly Grue…

Molly Grue was written for me.


9 thoughts on “Growing into Molly Grue

  1. This was one of my favourite films too growing up, I’ve just done a blog post on it myself – and I just love it. The scenes with Molly now, watching them as I am now older really hit home more. Just wanted to say I really enjoyed your blog post and the imagery you chose for it.

  2. Wonderful post! I have also been a Last Unicorn (and Peter S. Beagle) fan since I was a little girl. One of the things I love so much about his work, and especially The Last Unicorn, is just how well they grown with the reader.

  3. I had to write a small summary on the book for a school assignment. I was first introduced to the film and later read the book, just as you did. And it’s weird; no less than ten minutes ago did I stumble over that same passage and have an urge to cry. I couldn’t understand why so I just opened about ten tabs of Molly Grue analysis. So, thank you for this informative post! It’s nice to know that someone loves her as much as I do, but understands her enough to write on her character. And now, I think I’m going to cry for a minute 🙂

  4. That was just my reaction, too, rereading the book this summer. Where once I identified with young Amalthea, Molly’s speech took me by surprise, at 37. It’s such a true speech, and I didn’t get it before, when I was young.

  5. Weired… I seem to be the only male (disregarding Dave’s self-marketing above) with exact these feelings. I love this story, more and more while getting older, complaining about all the missed opportunities… ‘feeling this body dying all around me’

    So, thank you Melanie, giving me the confidence that I am not the only one out there 🙂

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