The first play I was ever in was the Wizard of Oz. I felt great
because I was going to get to play Dorothy. Looking back as an
adult, I sometimes feel it was because I could “sing the
song“. Anyway, that started my love for the movie, almost
felt like I was rubbing elbow with Judy Garland because after all, we were
Dorothy. (Yeah, I know ... that’s a stretch).
Ok, that’s the backstory, now to the Ugh part.
About a year ago, I started Audible (and BTW, love it). If you’re
not familiar with it, each month there are Audible Original’s to choose from
for free. Now they are not necessarily their writings, but they are
their narrations of others’ writings. Well, I found in their
Classics section, yup you guessed it, The Wonderful Wizard of Oz.
I finished “listening” to it on the way home from work yesterday
and had “struggled” to do so.
Have you ever read the actual book? Now me “rubbing”
elbows with the star (wink, wink) I know quite a bit about The who, L. Frank Baum;
the how it was named, from the o-z on his filing cabinet, etc.. But I had never
read the book.
(here comes the ugh)
As a child, this book would have scared the bejesus out of
me. Now, I know that with many books that are turned into movies or
plays that are “rewritten” put this book to me wouldn’t be in the children’s
section but the horror one. The verbiage of killings and fighting
showed me a completely different story in the mind of a one-time Dorothy Gale,
from Kansas.
I’ve decided to fondly remember the “Technicolor” version I grew
up with and leave the real story in the “shifting sand” land of the readable
black and white pages.
Ugh! Glad it’s over.
‘Till next time
⚓️peggyjane⚓️
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