Wicked follows the story of Dorothy’s arch-nemesis, the Wicked Witch of the West, because where’s the fun in only reading a story from the side of the good guy? Where did she come from? Why is she wicked? Animals are second class citizens facing prejudice across the board, the Tin Man is a victim of domestic violence, there’s a lot of things to tie it into the original while making it its own story.
But, I’d assume I’m like many and read this book after going to see the Musical. I should take the time to say that it was absolutely incredible and I’ve spent the last month and a half telling everyone so. It’s difficult to do justice to how crazy I was about the stage show, so I figured I’d read the book that spawned it.
And it’s such a drag. I still think the idea is super, telling the story of the antagonist and giving them a background, and the musical shows that it can be done really, really well, but I just could not get into this for the life of me. It kind of makes me appreciate the musical all the more, because they made this thing really come alive, taking its potential and tweaking it into something great.
The show is snappy, funny, fast-paced, and the book is simply not. I really wanted to like it, too, but hey. That’s life.