Oz blogging: The Emerald City of Oz
Nov. 19th, 2009 03:11 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
marinessThe last Oz post, where I get exasperated with a certain fairy calling herself the ruler of Oz, is up here.
This was actually the book that started up this series of posts. Reading the call for horror fiction based on Oz drew up the vague memory of one of the incidents of this book. The story was already in my head, itching, but before I let myself write it, I forced myself to reread this book, just to make sure I'd remembered it correctly.
Sure enough, I had remembered the Fuddles correctly. But I had not remembered the rest of the book as well, and I found myself reading it with a growing sense of stark horror. It was, and was not, the same book that I read as a child, because in the intervening years, I had changed - and so had the way I read the book.
More thoughts in the post.
This was actually the book that started up this series of posts. Reading the call for horror fiction based on Oz drew up the vague memory of one of the incidents of this book. The story was already in my head, itching, but before I let myself write it, I forced myself to reread this book, just to make sure I'd remembered it correctly.
Sure enough, I had remembered the Fuddles correctly. But I had not remembered the rest of the book as well, and I found myself reading it with a growing sense of stark horror. It was, and was not, the same book that I read as a child, because in the intervening years, I had changed - and so had the way I read the book.
More thoughts in the post.