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Even though Yackle isn’t impressed with the arrival of the dwarf and his troupe, a part of her is irrevocably excited about the presence of the Time Clock. She knows that this strange machine has the ability to tell her what she needs to know; it and only it is her salvation. The dwarf isn’t super keen about giving Yackle what she wants, but the Dragon insists otherwise. Through a series of puppet shows it reveals the origins of both Brr and Yackle, the spy who had a hand in Fiyero’s death, and lastly, perhaps most shockingly, the location and brief history of the Grimmerie.
As far as the history goes, a wizard (not the fake Ozian kind, but a real wizard) brought the book into Oz and specifically to Kiamo Ko for safekeeping. This begs the question of who exactly this wizard is and why he believed that Oz would be a good place to keep such a powerful book in safekeeping. Is it because it takes very special and specific talent to read the book? In the play Elphaba seemed to be the only one who could translate a good portion of the book easily; although someone (was it Madame Morrible?) was intelligent enough to translate the winged monkeys spell; if I remember correctly in the book version, Elphaba was just starting to understand the book and its contents. Interesting things to consider.
Before I give away too much more, I’ll just wrap up saying that I really enjoyed this third installment. I breezed through the book in a few days and was enraptured the entire time. It’s inspired me to reread “Son of a Witch” and I’m hoping that having read the first and third book I’ll gain something new from it. I’m also hoping that a second read through will make me like it more than originally.
Not only that but tomorrow I start reading “Choke” by Chuck Palahniuk for my book club. I’ve been interested in reading it for some time but other things have always come up. 
Someone said that it isn’t his best book, but we’ll see.
I just finished reading “A Lion Among Men” and am sincerely starved for more. There’s a whole ‘nother story begging to be told and I’m anxious to find out if it ever will be.
This third installment in the “Wicked” series focuses its attentions on Brr, the lion who was first introduced as a frightened little cub in Doctor Nikdik’s classroom. No longer a cub, but a year or two old, he wanders about The Great Gillikin Forest. It is here that he first encounters language and humans and death. Religious sects (notably Lurlinists) stole away to the heart of the woods to sing their songs and praise their heathen god. When the hunters came in, the Lion took in accounts of stalking a prey and a kind of kinship.
Blundering about, Brr steps on a fallen hunter. He’s been caught in his own trap and is waiting to die; despite his cries and pleas for help, no one has come back or even noticed his disappearance. This young man begs the Lion to help him and even tries to entice him with the gift of books and a bag. Slow-witted the Lion does not adhere to the human’s requests but does what he judges to be right; which is to simply lay by the dying man and make a promise. Here the Lion’s road to his cowardly namesake begins.
A series of mishaps and misunderstandings (mostly on the Lion’s view of the world and how to handle it) ousts Brr from any social circle, be it human or animal/Animal. His fumbling grasp of conversation structure (for instance the overuse of the word very) and lack of sustainable knowledge keeps him from fully integrating anywhere. It is for these very reasons that Brr now finds himself in the employ of Oz. His job is to track down any and all information about the magical book The Grimmerie and bring it back to Oz. His initial search brings up the single name of Yackle, a now elderly maunt at the Cloister of St. Glinda’s. Between the two, a most engaging story emerges.
For the most part Yackle plays the unwilling witness. It serves no purpose for her to answer Brr’s questions or to become involved in some Ozian quest for knowledge. She barters for what she knows, and even then the bargain is imbalanced. Yackle only delivers when she’s been satisfied; and for the most part, she appears quite insatiable for the Lion’s backstory. He admits to her all the shames of his youth that, while having been on public record, had been put there by his persecutors. “Guilt by association-or hero by popular clamor, depending on which political hack was retailing the events” (pg. 157; also sounds like a line from the song “Wonderful” in the musical). After feeling as if he’s let on more than he remembered saying aloud, Brr demands some retribution from the alleged oracle. He’s here for information and he’s going to get it one way or the other.
Seemingly amused, and knowing she has the power to say as much as she feels like, Yackle lets on a few juicy tidbits. Her earliest memory was of awakening on a bed naked, old and seemingly arthritic. No past to dwell upon or childhood to ponder upon, she slowly slipped into the outskirts of society. Much like the Lion she clung to the edges of life and simply observed ’til she caught on enough of the ways of life to begin integrating herself in a different way. She stole her name off of a printed picture that featured the mythologies of the Kumbric Witch and Lurlina herself. A few years into her business as an accalimed ’seer/orcale’, Cattery Spunge (aka Nanny) pays her a visit. At the mention of Elphaba and the presentation of the green elixir bottle, something happens in Yackle’s consciousness. Whether it was a combination of this and her sip of the elixir itself that caused her vision, we’ll never know; but Yackle’s very first vision happened at this moment. Several decades later, Yackle has no answers as to what it all meant. Here she breaks for ‘evening prayers’ and leaves the Lion to ruminate.
When Brr thinks back to his short time spent with Dorothy, I found a few things interesting. I know that in the original “Wonderful Wizard of Oz” Dorothy describes her life in Kansas as dull and bleak and mostly gray. Very depressing to think about. In Gregory Maguire’s book, Dorothy describes herself as not even kin of Auntie Em and Uncle Henry, but as a child sent by an orphanage to help with the farm. I’m not sure which one is more depressing. According to the original, the lion, the tin woodman, the scarecrow, and Dorothy all saw the Wizard in various forms. While the tin woodman’s and scarecrow’s visions are not mentioned here, it was curious to read that Dorothy (same as always) saw a big head while the Lion saw pure shining light emanating from the ceiling. Almost glibly the voice asks if he’s come to request courage; about as glibly back the Lion replies that he’s actually looking for a job. Now that the foursome have been asked to kill the Wicked Witch of the West, Dorothy adamantly says she’ll do anything as long as it gets her back to Kansas. The Tin Woodman ironically calls her heartless for being willing to do so ugly of a job.
In a sidestory, the Clock of the Time Dragon makes another reappearance. Its main leader is a dwarf who is accompanied by 7 other little men (I don’t think they are ever called dwarves/munchkins/trolls outright) and by a newcomer, a girl. Complete mystery shrouds her and little things cause you to question if she is/isn’t someone you remember from a previous story. I won’t give anything away, but of the puzzling tidbits about her is her self-mutilation of her genitals and her espionage work. And, just as a silly tidbit, I thought her reference to Snow White and the 7 Dwarves funny. “She thought, not for the first time, This little man, these seven boys; It sounds like a story I might have made up back when I was writing down such fancies” pg. 223.
After Yackle comes back from her evening prayers, she deems the interview postponed ’til morning. Brr tosses and turns from dreams, visions and memories. When he arises, he is more determined than before to get the full story and get the hell out before the cloister is bothered by the ongoing battle surrounding them. At this moment though, a person from Yackle’s past arrives with the biggest threat to the Unionist faith. While there is no love lost between the old lady and the dwarf, it decides Yackle’s mind about her interview with the Emerald City lackey. “I’m not going to trust any dwarf with this matter; his allegiance is already pledged” p. 250. During this round of questioning with the Lion, Yackle gives a bit more although still holding back certain bits and pieces ’til he begins to press the matter. She reveals the secret of Candle and Liir’s love child and also that she has no more of an idea where The Grimmerie is than he does.
While I’m in the midst of my books and not having much to blog about, I figured I’d write about what kind of literature I like and what in particular draws me to an author. Having been a bookworm ever since I was very little, I’ve read a very wide variety of books. For a long time I was a huge fan of “The Baby-Sitter’s Club” by Ann M. Martin and was determined to emulate their very lives. After that I was obsessed with everything written by V.C. Andrews. When I tired of her repetitive theme, I immersed myself in the fictional world of Alice Hoffman. Quickly I was bored with the same old story and vowed to avoid authors who use the same formula obsessively.
I was pleasantly surprised when I discovered a few authors who surprised me with every book and keep me eagerly anticipating more. While Haruki Murakami certainly has the same basic concept behind the novels that I’ve read, they’re presented in such ways that I can’t immediately tell what will come next. Louise Erdrich is such an amazing storyteller. I am wowed by how easily she can intertwine the lives of so many people without losing us in the midst of it all. Equally impressed was I with Gregory Maguire and his genius thought of giving us his version of the classic fairy tales. These are the authors I have come back to time and time again when I need a good book fix. Otherwise you can find me with my nose in some kind of feminist literature or trying to muddle my way through an acclaimed classic or trying on a new author.
In Haruki Murakami’s works, he takes us on a psychological journey. His characters take on dream-like qualities and sometimes have difficulty in discerning reality from their dreams. By the book’s end the two usually blend together and leave us with a sense of resolve and yet still leaving a sense of wonder. I like books that don’t fully resolve because then it can feel too clean cut. In my mini library I own Hard-Boiled Wonderland and the End of the World, Norwegian Wood, Dance, Dance, Dance, The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle, Kafka on the Shore, After the Quake, and The Elephant Vanishes. I have extensive notes on some of the interviews he’s done with various magazines but am feeling too lazy to dig them out at the moment. My personal favorite out of the ones I’ve read are The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle, Kafka on the Shore, and the two books of short stories, After the Quake and The Elephant Vanishes. I like The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle because even though the main character is slipping in and out of reality quite fervently, he has a purpose throughout the entire story. The entire time you are reading you want him to find out what is going on and to be reunited with his wife because everything else just seems so bizarre. In Kafka on the Shore I was fascinated by how deeply lost the main character was in his fantasy. Plus this was the first book I had ever read by Haruki Murakami and was hooked the entire way through the book.
We all know why I love Louise Erdrich’s writing, so I don’t think I need to say much more about that.
It wasn’t until after I saw an ad in the Minneapolis paper for the play “Wicked” that I picked the book up at a local Barnes & Noble. I was utterly and completely engrossed in the book. It was amazing and I immediately bought everything else I could get my hands on that he had written. Confessions of an Ugly Stepsister, Mirror, Mirror and Son of a Witch were the ones which I greedily read up. I was impressed with everything I had read except for Son of a Witch. It simply seemed to lack any of the power that Wicked did and it made me sad. Although the question if he was Elphaba’s son or not never is answered, it can be powerfully assumed he was when his own child is born the same green as Elphaba. In each of the books it was fun to read his take on what went on behind the fairy tale front.
Other than these three main authors, I don’t follow any one author or series of books religiously. I’ve been dipping into the Buffy comics season 8 to satisfy my Buffy obsession and even that isn’t a constant because our little bookstore in town doesn’t get much for comics and the comic book store back home sells out fast too. So I’m patiently waiting for the trade backs to come out. I’ve come to appreciate autobiographies quite a bit but have found some, like fiction, to be quite boring and silly. Some of my recommendations include Geisha, a Life (her story actually inspired the fictional work Memoirs of a Geisha), My Horizontal Life (a funny recounting of one’s sexual life), Bone Black (a memoir of bell hooks’ childhood) and of course Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas (which is every bit as insane as the movie).
A few other books I’ve fallen in love with on their own are: Sex Wars by Marge Piercy, A History of the Wife by Marilyn Yalom, Mozart’s Sister by Nancy Moser, and Diary by Chuck Palahniuk. Some of the books I was not as big a fan of are: Lolita (I cannot for the life of me get into this book; I’ve tried 4 different times), White Oleander by Janet Fitch (loved the book thought the book was crap; of course, never did get very far in the book), and The Bell Jar by Sylvia Plath (don’t understand what the big deal about this book is; good read just not sure what the WOW factor is). There are a ton more books that I think are amazing, but perhaps I’ll wait for another time to go into details. For now I’ll get back into my reading!
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