Wicked: The Life and Times of the Wicked Witch of the West by Gregory Maguire
Feeling a bit experimental one day, I decided to bust out of my usual literary genres (historical novels, fantasy, funny pet books like Marley & Me) and I picked up the much-talked-about best-seller, Wicked. Firstly, I have to be honest. I never really liked The Wizard of Oz. For someone who so thoroughly enjoys delving into Middle Earth or exploring the Village of Hogsmeade, this a little surprising. So I was skeptical as to whether I would enjoy Wicked at all.
The results were varied. This is a totally different Oz than the one I had seen in the 1939 film with Judy Garland. I was not an outsider this time, blown in to a strange world on a tornado. Instead, I experienced it as if I lived there along with a myriad of colorful characters. Except that this did not make me an insider either. Maguire never really connected me to Oz or to most of its inhabitants in a way that made it feel like a familiar place. The only one I felt any sense of relation to was, as the title suggests, the Witch. And even that was in a limited sense, although I wonder if it wasn’t purposeful.
The green-skinned protagonist is called Elphaba (a name which Maguire fashioned from the initials of Lyman Frank Baum, L-F-B, the original creator of Oz.) Elphaba is from the start a complex and polarized character. She is both admirable and awful, good and wicked. She embodies the central question of this novel: what is the true nature of good and evil?
How the book goes about posing this question is not typical. The writing style took some getting used to. I noticed that although Elphaba is the main character, we rarely if ever get to know what she is thinking, which contributes to the disconnected feeling. Usually the author gives the reader insight into the main character’s thoughts, which helps us sympathize with them, feel for them. But that connection to Elphaba was always cut just a little short. I found myself thinking I should feel for her – but no matter how intimate or provoking the circumstances, the emotions that should suitably follow were never allowed to fully develop. There was always a detachment. I’m not sure if Maguire meant it to be this way, but it made for a very different reading experience.
Overall I think I enjoyed this book. I say “think” because the story was interesting and the perspective, the characters and the story-telling were very original. It definitely lived up to my expectations for trying something outside of my usual genre box. I was, however, glad to get my nose back into a historical novel. Perhaps the old adage is true for books as well as love (and why not, for those who have a love of books): absence indeed makes the heart grow fonder.