I remember one day years and years ago, I was drinking a Starbucks caramel macchiato and perusing the new and notables shelf in a Chapters when I spotted a book that piqued my interest. Well...probably a lot of books did but this one sticks out in my memory. It was called Wicked and seemed to be a story on the Wizard of Oz from the viewpoint of the famous villain, the wicked witch of the West. I like that kind of thing so I purchased it and read it. If I'm being totally honest, I didn't really like the book. It was kind of confusing and odd. There was an interesting role reversal and a worthy cause to rally with as the reader but still it just didn't work for me. Years later I start hearing about a popular new Broadway show called Wicked and discovered that it's based on the book. As I mentioned before I didn't really like the book, but I do enjoy theatre so when an opportunity to see it came up this week, I took it. My friend Michelle and I got dressed up in our pretty semi-formal dresses and went and saw the show last night. I think they did a great job of taking the complex tale and making a more compact and interesting story which was complimented by the excellent music and lyrics by Stephen Schwartz. I would recommend it.
One thing continually bothers me as I read Diana Gabaldon's richly detailed story of Claire Beauchampe, a doctor who innocently walks into a stone formation in Scotland and winds up in 16th century Scotland. Much has happened since this beginning...Claire has married Jamie Fraser the young and impressive Scottish Laird (against her wishes), fallen madly in love with him regardless of a precarious beginning to their relationship, followed him around as they attempt to evade the English, fought with him at the battle of Culloden, been forced back through the stones to safety with their unborn child, raised their child with her ambiguous husband from the future, returned after her child had grown up so that she could find him, made a new life with him in an American Colony, and been surprised by the appearance of her daughter and new son in law in 16th century America. Through their many, often rediculous, adventures there is that one thing that my brain ...
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