Well, so much for posting every week. Guess who caught the Death Flu last week and spent most of it sleeping in a NyQuil coma?
Yes, me. Incredibly, incredibly sick. It was awful. I’m still not completely over it, but I’m giving it a shot.
So, part of what I do when I’m sick is I comfort read. I have several authors, series that I read when I get sick, or depressed, Anne McCaffrey’s Harper Hall / Dragonriders
books, Lilian Jackson Braun’s Cat Who
books. This time I started re-reading Eric Fllint’s 1632 (Ring of Fire)
stuff. But I recently read a post by Seanan McGuire about the books that saved her life as a teenager. And then I read Laura Miller’s post, an excerpt from a larger book about coming back to the Narnia books after feeling betrayed by the Christian themes when she realized them as a young atheist, and rediscovering how much they’d meant to her and shaped her.

Both of those posts made me think about the first series of books I read over and over and over: The Wizard of Oz. The Wizard of Oz books had strong, well-rounded female characters who were unafraid, who explored and who had agency over their lives. Dorothy, the main character of most of the books remains cheerful in adversity, she eagerly explores Oz, helps others and befriends them. The other main characters are primarily women as well, Ozma who starts her story as a boy but is revealed by the end of the book to be the Lost Princess of Oz, Glinda the Good Witch, Betsy, Trot, Billina the Chicken, the Patchwork Girl, Polychrome the Rainbow’s Daughter. And they are all self sufficient, brave and capable of taking care of themselves against an array of villains that are, yes, frequently also women like the Wicked Witch of the West, Old Mombi and the Princess with 30 heads, although male villains do occasionally occur, like the Gnome King.
Many of the faults usually ascribed to female characters in popular media are represented in male characters like the Cowardly Lion (fear), the Scarecrow (stupidity) and the Tinman (being overly tender and emotional). Not to mention Button Bright, who appears in later books, who embodies forgetfulness and is constantly lost. As well as the Glass Cat, the male embodiment of vanity.
Reading these books made me desperately want to become a Princess of Oz. They made me want to explore, climb trees, right wrongs. I wrote fanfic about Oz long before I knew what fanfic was. These books showed me female characters with agency, with no romance or love interests to clutter things up, although Betsy and Polychrome, I believe, did help Ozga the Rose Princess find a prince. But it was only a minor plot in the over-arching scheme of things. I mean, even my beloved Trixie Belden had a crush on Jim, tomboy that she was.

One of the reasons that I had a problem with the movie Return to Oz, was that by framing it with Dorothy having mental health issues (melancholia, which she never has in the books), cast aspersions on the reality of Oz. That and I was sadly disappointed with the Gnome King in that film. Ruggedo is supposed to be a round, roly poly gnome with a long beard and a jeweled belt. The actual reason Dorothy winds up in Oz in the book is that she is traveling to Australia with Uncle Henry by boat, and is washed overboard in a storm while trying to make sure Uncle Henry is safe. Also, Oz is not destroyed, Dorothy washes up in the Land of Ev, which touches on the Deadly Desert that surrounds Oz, she has to outwit the Wheelers, finds TikTok, escape the Queen of Ev, and has to outwit the Gnome King to restore the rightful ruling family of Ev to find her way to Oz.
And honestly, even as much as I do love The MGM Wizard of Oz movie, Judy Garland’s Dorothy is pretty whiny and insipid compared to the Dorothy of the books who is brave and self-sufficient.
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Well, those Oz books got me through…turning 30! I guess I was a bit late on those things. The books that got me through the teen years were likely Lloyd Alexander’s Prydain Chronicles.
But as to Oz, I loved those books, especially the second one with all the female characters like you mention, and how the women go on strike and the men have to do all the chores, and get exhausted by them, commenting “How could anybody do all this work day after day?”
I’ve always like stepping back and looking at the way Glinda was trying to gain complete control of Oz (she has every other witch gotten rid of and outlaws the use of magic by anybody but her), even to the extent of placing Ozma on the throne. She never really trusts the Wizard, and uses her magic book to keep an eye on him…supposedly making him her “apprentice” but it’s clear he is only taught magic trickery by her. When Jinjur takes over with her army of young women, Glinda wants no rival and so sets her aside by bringing her own army of women into the Emerald City to take over. Glinda is one of the most successful political players in any work of fiction.
If you’ve ever read John R. Neill’s “The Wondercity of Oz” he has a great character in there, Jenny Jump…she is an amazingly enterprising 15 year old, and runs against Ozma in an “Ozlection”. Editors changed the story so that Jenny is sort of lobotomized by the wizard (which thoroughly horrified me) in order to remove her ambition and reduced in age to a little girl again. And Jinjur is “put in her place” as the text says. That book is looked at in horror by lots of people, being against the grain of L. Frank Baum’s messages. But I do love Jenny Jump if she were only left as she was…
So that’s enough novel-writing for now. I hope you feel much better in the coming days. -Reifyn
Proud to say as young teen: Enchanted Forest series (re-read every year for 4 years straight…)
Ashamed to say as older teen / early twenties (but true): Thus Spake Zarathustra, The Sickness Unto Death, Rilke’s Letters to a Young Poet.