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Wicked, the book versus Wicked, the musical

What I’ve discovered in my circle is that people who read the book first, prefer the book.

Reprinted from my Times Union blog.

My wife and I went to see the musical Wicked at the Thursday afternoon matinee on November 8, right after it opened, at Proctors Theatre in Schenectady. We had not seen it before in any iteration, not at Proctors a couple of years before, or on Broadway. I wasn’t particularly familiar with the music, aside from Defying Gravity.

All in all, it was WONDERFUL. The performers were great, and the element that really impressed me was lighting. Michael Eck’s review is about right, though I obviously can’t speak to how much it may become dated.

My wife met me at the theater. She was driving from work with little time to spare, so I took the bus – the 905, for you locals – to Schenectady. I had left the book I had been reading, an autobiography of Walter Cronkite, at work, and I needed a distraction. I grabbed my copy of Wicked, the book written by Gregory Maguire. In fact, it was a copy signed by the author, to me, which I purchased from him at a Friends of the Albany Public Library event in April 2006.

I got about an eighth of the way through the book, and then I saw the musical, then I finished the book. Probably not recommended. These are very different animals. Wicked the book is grimmer, grimier, more sexually explicit, more about political intrigue and musings about religion.

I’m not talking about minor differences of interpretation. The musical’s book by Winnie Holzman resembles the book by Maguire in only minor ways. Elphaba, who Jaquandor describes here, is green; she has a distant father, a deceased mother, a sister Nessarose with cool shoes, and a secret romance. Almost everything else you THINK you know from one source will be negated by the other source. Characters are merged, characters who die in the book are pivotal in the music, relations are changed, and a whole lot of characters in the book never make it to the stage at all. Religion and politics, and what’s going on with the Animals, are central to the book, more peripheral to the musical.

For a spoiler-free analysis, go HERE. If you want analysis with specified spoiler alerts, look HERE. And if you like spoilers galore, go HERE.

What I’ve discovered in my circle is that people who read the book first, prefer the book. People who saw the musical first either really dislike the book, or can’t get through it. In fact, one said, the best thing, or even the only good thing, about the book is that it generated the musical. There’s a level of violence and sex in the Maguire book some found disturbing. For me, the extra characters left me a bit confused, and honestly, a tad bored in the middle – where is this GOING? – though it mostly made sense at the end.

There is a “reader’s group guide” at the back of the book. Question 1 notes that “Wicked derives some of its power from the popularity of the source material. Does meeting up with familiar characters and famous fictional situations require more patience and effort on the part of the reader or less?” I say “yes”, both. In particular, the musical is even more beholden to the classic film than the book.

I’m curious what others who both read the book and saw the musical think about each. In particular, I wonder if the order they experienced the media matters.

Book Review: 11/22/63, a novel by Stephen King

My great frustration with reading this book is that I had a great deal of difficulty putting it down!

I had never read a Stephen King novel, but due to boredom, I ended up taking out from the library 11/22/63, an 800+ page tome. OK, it wasn’t JUST boredom, but also a near-obsession I have long had with the tragic events of that day, crystallized in my mind; my own long-running curiosity about the various conspiracy theories surrounding John F. Kennedy’s assassination; and what would happen if, somehow, the President had survived the attack. (I’m sure I’ll write more about that next year.)

When I checked out the book – allowed for only 14 days, instead of the usual 28, because it’s a recent purchase – the library clerk, who had read it, assured me that it wasn’t one of those King horror books.

Well, no, and yes. This is a pretty straightforward narrative about a man and a portal to a very specific time and place in 1958. What I always disliked somewhat in some going-back-in-time stories is how very precisely timed the trips were. If one were trying to stop JFK from being killed (or make sure that he was, so that the “time-space continuum”, or whatever, wasn’t wrecked), one would show up in Dallas, Texas on November 19 or so.

What would happen, though, if you had to live in the past for five years before intersecting with history? Would that be a good thing? What would you do with your time? How would you survive financially? (Your 2011 credit card, or for that matter, your 21st-century cash, would not be useful.) Might you involve yourself in other wrongs that should be righted? And would you find the past more enticing than the present? The protagonist says, more than once, that the past is obdurate.

There were monsters, though, in this book, including assassin Lee Harvey Oswald, and a couple of other folks. But the protagonist finds some redeeming characters as well.

My great frustration with reading this book is that I had a great deal of difficulty putting it down! Sleep? Work? Housework? These were getting in my way of finishing this fine, incredibly well-researched book. King addresses his sense of the conspiracy theories, both in the story proper, and the Afterword. Even though this is a fictional account, you will learn much about the forces that led to JFK’s death.

I hope it’s obviously HIGHLY RECOMMENDED.
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Jaquandor’s take on the book.

New York Times review by Errol Morris.

Steve’s Stephen King memories

The thing about Stephen King is…

FantaCo sold a lot of horror film items in the mail order, as well as comic books.

I’ve seen at least five movies based on the works of author Stephen King: The Shining (1980), which I did not like; Stand by Me (1986), which I was very fond of; Misery (1991), which was quite good; The Shawshank Redemption (1994), which I LOVED; and The Green Mile (1999), which had its moments. Also saw at least parts of some miniseries.

I’ve read various comic book adaptations of his work. I devoured his articles in Entertainment Weekly magazine. But until the fourth quarter of 2012, I had NEVER read a Stephen King book, not one. Not even his nonfiction On Writing, which actually DID intrigue me. Or his book namechecking baseball pitcher Tom Gordon.

Let me tell you a story that’s only vaguely about Stephen King. I’ve told it before, but it was some years ago.

It would help if you understood that FantaCo, where I worked from 1980 to 1988, sold mostly comic books in the retail store. However, we sold a lot of horror film items in the mail order as well, including back issues of Fangoria magazine, Freddy Krueger (plastic) claws, and books and comics of the horror genre, some of which we published. It was partly from that experience that I got all “horrored out,” as it were.

There was a graphic novelization of the Stephen King’s Creepshow drawn by Berni Wrightson in the mid-1980s, published by some company. Having connections in both the comic and horror markets, we at FantaCo absolutely knew, from both comic and horror film stores we dealt with, that there was still a demand for this title, but no one seemed to be able to get any, for no explicable reason.

I went to the library and looked up the publisher’s information in Books in Print. The grapevine had it that there were still many copies of the book remaining. I wrote to the publisher and got no response.

About a month later, I called the publisher and was told the book was no longer available, which I had heard from others to be untrue. A couple of days later, I called again, and THIS time, I reached someone else, who acknowledged that they had copies but that it was not worth their time and money for them to send out the books, only to deal with a huge percentage of returns.

Now direct market comic book stores such as FantaCo were quite used to buying comic books on a non-returnable basis, but at a higher discount than the comic books sold at your local drug store. I said, “What if we bought the books on a non-returnable basis?” I thought the guy’s teeth were going to fall out. “Non-returnable?” So, we took 100 copies of Creepshow at 70% off the $6.95 cover price, put them in the store, listed them in a Fangoria ad, and blew through them.

I called the publisher again and ordered another 100. By this point other stores, seeing the book in our ad, were clamoring for this item, so we ordered an additional 500, and sold it to these horror book stores, and a few comic book stores, at 40% off, non-returnable. We kept on ordering in lots of 500 or 1000 until the publisher really WAS out of copies. The publisher made money on an item it had given up on, retail stores got to sell a book they could otherwise not get, we made a decent profit even wholesaling someone else’s book, and this kept the Wrightson/King book from just being remaindered. Talk about your win-win-win-win.

So now it’s Columbus Day 2012. I’d taken all the newspapers I hadn’t perused, which were several, and read them all. I’m in the North Albany branch of the library, with my daughter on the computer, using MY library card (so that I can’t be on the computer, too), while The Wife and my sister are finishing up at the YMCA next door, and I’m rather bored. Then I see it: a book I just had to read…

NYS Governor Martin H. Glynn- yup, new to me

Martin H. Glynn was a member of Congress, state comptroller, lieutenant governor, and became the first Roman Catholic governor in New York state history, even before Al Smith. At the same time, he rose from being a writer at the Albany Times Union, to becoming its editor, publisher and owner.

If I look at a list of New York State governors, many of them are familiar to me.

George Clinton – the mastermind behind the bands Parliament and Funkadelic
John Jay – first US Supreme Court Chief Justice
Daniel D. Tompkins – Vice-President under James Monroe
DeWitt Clinton – largely responsible for the construction of the Erie Canal
Martin Van Buren – 8th President of the US
William H. Seward – Secretary of State under Abraham Lincoln and Andrew Johnson; the purchase of Alaska from Russia in 1867 was considered “Seward’s folly”
Samuel J. Tilden – should have been President instead of Rutherford B. Hayes after the 1876 election
Grover Cleveland – 22nd and 24th President of the US
Theodore Roosevelt – 26th President of the US
Charles Evans Hughes – Associate Justice, and later, the 11th Chief Justice of the Supreme Court; Secretary of State; Republican candidate in the 1916 U.S. Presidential election, losing to Woodrow Wilson
Al Smith – The democratic U.S. presidential candidate in 1928, losing to Herbert Hoover
Franklin D. Roosevelt – 32nd President of the US
Thomas E. Dewey – Republican candidate for President, losing to FDR in 1944 and Harry Truman in 1948, despite newspaper headlines to the contrary in the latter case. (Berowne wrote about the 1948 election recently.)
W. Averell Harriman – U.S. Ambassador to the Soviet Union and, later, to Britain

The ones after that, starting with Nelson A. Rockefeller, who I met twice, I remember directly. Mario Cuomo flirted with running for President in 1992, and his son Andrew, the incumbent, has been mentioned for 2016.

Wait: I’ve just been informed that George Clinton was NOT the funk master, but was rather the 4th Vice President of the US, serving under Thomas Jefferson and James Madison.

But I was totally unfamiliar with Martin H. Glynn, who was a member of Congress, state comptroller, lieutenant governor, and, when William Sulzer was impeached for dubious reasons, became the first Roman Catholic governor in state history, even before Al Smith. At the same time, he rose from being a writer at the Albany Times Union to becoming its editor, publisher, and owner.

I finished reading Governor Martin H. Glynn: Forgotten Hero by Dominick C. Lizzi (2007, Valatie Press). Glynn grew up in Valatie, a small mill town in Columbia County, NY. His near ancestors came to the US after the Irish potato famine of the late 1840s. Martin’s story was a Horatio Alger story of rags to riches. He graduated as valedictorian of his class at Fordham University in New York City in 1894.

Glynn worked at several small newspapers, before joining the Albany Times Union in 1896. He studied law on his own, passing the bar in 1897. Due in part to similar backgrounds and education levels, he was supported by the Farrells, their wealthy in-laws the Bradys – various Farrells and Bradys lived on fashionable Willett Street near Washington Park – and party boss Packy McCabe, in his shockingly successful 1898 run for Congress, though for but one term. Martin Glynn married Mary Magrane on January 2, 1901, and moved to 28 Willett Street in Albany.

Glynn would pass back and forth between journalism and politics in a way that would likely be scorned now. He tried to minimize the influence of New York City’s Tammany Hall while trying not to antagonize them. This got him elected as comptroller in 1906 and lieutenant governor in 1912; his achievement in these posts you can read about here.

Sulzer’s impeachment, due to the forces of Tammany Hall, elevated Glynn to the governorship. Glynn fought for direct primaries, and he persuaded the Legislature to enact such law, going into effect in 1914. He also got enacted a workmen’s compensation law. He worked for other reforms as well. But he was defeated when he ran for governor in his own right.

Throughout his adult life, he was always in great demand as a public speaker, in the tradition of William Jennings Byran, who was an early mentor.

Possibly Glynn’s most important achievement was as the “Father of the Irish Free State,” which you can read about here.

Martin Glynn was almost constantly in pain as a result of a spinal injury sustained in his youth. He suffered great emotion pain as well, when his only child died in infancy. Returning from Boston after an unsuccessful attempt to relieve his intractable suffering, Glynn took his own life on December 14, 1924, a fact that was covered up until Lizzi’s book came out. Glynn was given a proper Catholic burial, with many notables lining the streets.

It’s a short, but interesting book, though it uses exclamation points about Glynn’s accomplishments far too often!

The Lydster, Part 100: The Library Cataloger

One of those days after her birthday, when I stayed home with her because she was too sick to go to school, by their rules, but not THAT sick, I suggested that Lydia organize her books in the guest room. They were stacked so that one couldn’t even see what they were. So she decided to put them into categories: Learn, Bible, Scary, Adventure, Funny, Fun, and Mariah.

Learn are educational books. Magic School Bus shows up here, as well as encyclopedic items.
Bible includes Christmas books, Bible songbooks.
Scary can be anything from Dora’s trip to the dentist (she has a cavity!) to Scooby-Doo’s Halloween adventure to various mysteries.
Adventure seems to encompass the reading books with a narrative that’s not too scary.
Funny is books that make her laugh.
Fun are books that she can have fun doing something.
Mariah involves the books she has outgrown, but she keeps them to read to her favorite doll, and to the others, I suppose.

With a system, it’s MUCH easier to get her to put her books away. I’d do it myself except I wouldn’t want to misfile something.

Her books may now be better organized than mine. I think catalogers are wonderful people, though I would never want to BE one.