I love the movie The Wizard of Oz. When I was 4 years old, my mom got me a copy of the movie on VHS, but when I put it in the VCR (I feel so old!), the tape was nothing but squiggles. Somehow the tape had become corrupted, and I was devastated. We went back to the store to exchange it, and the store clerk sadly told me that they didn’t have any other copies but that I could pick out any other movie I wanted. Well, I wouldn’t take no for an answer. I took my little brother, and we marched up every aisle, looking behind every movie, because I knew there had to be another copy hidden there somewhere. And our hard work paid off — I found a copy of the special 50th anniversary commemorative edition. It had a booklet on the front cover talking about how the movie was made, and it had a beautiful close-up picture of Dorothy’s red sequined shoes. I was in heaven. I must have watched that tape over and over and over. I flipped through the booklet so often that within a few years, it was in tatters. Even though I haven’t used a VCR in years, that’s probably still one of the most used presents I’ve ever received.
So it was only natural that I would want to read the original story. As a child, the book didn’t compare to the movie. There was no singing, dancing, or magical transition from black-and-white to color. And they got some of the details wrong — Dorothy’s shoes are supposed to be red, not silver, and Miss Gulch is supposed to scare Toto in the beginning and become the Wicked Witch of the West.
As an adult, however, I enjoy reading The Wonderful Wizard of Oz every now and then. The movie follows the book loosely, with a few of the lines in the movie taken directly out of the book. And the book has a darkness and morality that is reminiscent of the Grimm fairy tales. (The Tin Man became the Tin Man because the Wicked Witch of the West enchanted his ax to basically hack his body apart.) But it’s still so whimsical that I guess you can consider it a children’s story. The other Oz books aren’t as captivating to me as The Wonderful Wizard of Oz is. But perhaps I’m biased.
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