I love Hans Christian Andersen. I love his deranged and depressing stories. Three of my favorite fairytales are his, and I’ve gotten a lot of mileage for my F*cked Up Fairy Tales from poking fun at him. But he is the first person on my list of “Dead or Alive People I’d Like at My Dinner Party.” Despite this, it took me approximately one thousand years to get around to reading the well-received biography I purchased a while back, Hans Christian Andersen: the Life of […]