Showing posts with label Wizard of Oz. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Wizard of Oz. Show all posts

Friday, September 25, 2026

Salman Rushdie Brings Fresh Eyes to a Hollywood Classic: The Wizard of Oz

"Now find yourself a place where you won't get yourself into any trouble."
--
Auntie Em

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To my surprise and delight, this week I acquired a copy of Salman Rushdie's little volume about The Wizard of Oz, one of many great books written by various writers for the British Film Institute (BFI). The Nobel laureate begins by declaring this movie to be his very first literary influence, prompting him to write his first short story at the tender age of ten.

I've always know that for many of my generation the story of Dorothy's adventures in the land of Oz are interwoven in various ways with many of our personal life stories. The 1939 film classic did so-so at the box office that year, but with the advent of television in the 1950s it became an annual favorite in a nation filled with young families during the post-war years. As a youth it was a family tradition to watch Saturday Night at the Movies, with many film classics being in the rotation year after year.

Television sets were only black-and-white then, so most of us missed the most amazing feature of the film, the c0ntrast between Kansas -- dusty shades of grey -- and Oz, an explosive pallet of color. Only later, with the advent of color TVs, did we experience the full effect of this magical story. When I went to see it in a theater in college it was a most memorable occasion.

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When Rushdie was contacted to select a film to write about for the BFI Film Classics series, choosing this one was an easy decision, based on the impact it had on his own life. To prepare, he not only studied the film itself and all the anecdotal legends surrounding the making of the movie (eg. Buddy Ebsen, who later became Jed Clampett in The Beverly Hillbillies, was the original scarecrow.) he also read all the L Frank Baum book that the film was based on, and its host of sequels.

A central premise of Rushdie's essay, which in my opinion he successfully defends, is that a driving force of the story is "the inadequacy of adults, even good adults."  Despite Dorothy's anguish regarding the threats of the spinster Miss Gulch, whom we re-encounter in Munchkinland as the Wicked Witch of the West, she's unable to feel safe or at peace because Auntie Em, Uncle Henry and the farmhands (the adults) are taken up with farm business. Her fear of losing her dog Toto impels her to seek refuge elsewhere. At which point Rushdie notes one of the striking insights I'd not considered before. 

At various times throughout my life I've reflected on the incantation Dorothy makes while clicking her ruby slippers at the climax of The Wizard of Oz. "There's no place like home, there's no place like home..." I've even written about this longing for home that resides in most of our hearts. But Rushdie delivers a contrarian pitch, which appears five minutes into this bigger-than-life story. 

Auntie Em has just told Dorothy to find a place where there isn't any trouble, and Dorothy ponders what kind of place that might be. This becomes the backdrop for the most famous song from this most famous movie, "Somewhere Over the Rainbow."

The song speaks of a place where dreams come true and "troubles melt like lemon drops." It ends with the wistful question, "If happy little bluebirds fly beyond the rainbow why, oh why, can't I?" 

 

Dorothy sings this song at a time of trouble in her life. The threat of losing something she loves, her precious dog Toto, looms over her. Life doesn't seem fair, but she feels powerless in this situation and decides to run away. 

The National Endowment for the Arts voted "Somewhere Over the Rainbow" as the greatest song of the 20th century. It's not hard to understand why. The song Judy Garland sang as Dorothy in The Wizard of Oz resonates with another of our deepest longings, quite contrary to the longing for home: this world is not my home, my truest home is somewhere else.


"At its beginning, the weaknesses of grown-ups force a child to take control of her own destiny (and her dog's). Thus, ironically, she begins the process of becoming a grown-up herself," Rushdie writes. In short, the movie is a "coming-of-age" genre film, though both spectacular and surreal. 


I was recently reading about the origins of the surrealist art movement of the 1920s and the Surrealist Manifesto by Andre Breton. A significant feature of this movement was its attempt to dive below the surface of the conscious mind into the ethereal subconscious, inspired most significantly by Sigmund Freud's work. Freud purposely published his Interpretation of Dreams in the year 1900 as a means of kicking off the new century with new understandings of the inaccessible deeper layers of the mind. Breton wrote about automatic writing and other techniques to achieve this. Dali's vivid paintings were intentional embodiments of this nether world.


Though there is no evidence that L. Frank Baum's Oz was influenced by Freud, it feels easy to connect the Hollywood version of the story to the notion that Oz may have been a concussion-dream, recycling Kansas faces as Oz characters, especially since it begins and ends in a bed. 

 

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I've never read the original Oz books, so Rushdie's inquisitive examination of the source material is insightful. For Baum, Kansas is a depressing place. Everything is grey as far as the eye can see. This grey wasteland has taken the sparkle out of Auntie Em's eyes, cheeks and lips and left them a sober grey. Uncle Henry never laughed and was grey, too. What's interesting to me is that Baum's books were written in the first decade of the century, whereas the film was released at the tail end of the Dust Bowl years which coincided with the Great Depression.


It's against this backdrop that Dorothy sings her poignant lament of a place where dreams come true and "troubles melt like lemon drops." It ends with the wistful question, "If happy little bluebirds fly beyond the rainbow why, oh why, can't I?" 


No wonder this song became so epic. Who has not, at one time or another, felt this sensation in which fear and hardship prod us to seek escape. (Another digression could be inserted here about the world's migrants who long for freedom and safety, who have envisioned America as such a place. Visit Ellis Island sometime if you are able.)


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For such a short volume Rushdie's book is packed with anecdotes, insights and thought-provoking observations. Part one, the first sixty pages, features the film itself. There is also a second essay, part two, that describes Rushdie's experience at an auction of Dorothy's ruby slippers.


Of all these things much more can be said. And if able, in another blog post I would like to touch on the significance of Judy Garland at the center of this film. Did you know that Shirley Temple was seriously considered for the role of Dorothy? Did you know that Judy Garland was born in Grand Rapids here in Northern Minnesota as Frances Ethel Gumm? 

To Be Continued

"Somewhere Over the Rainbow."

Friday, February 14, 2020

Transplant Costs: Heart, Lungs, Liver, Kidneys and More

It's Valentine's Day.  Could that be why today's Bible verse of the day is Love One Another?

John 13:34, 35 --“A new command I give you: Love one another. As I have loved you, so you must love one another. By this everyone will know that you are my disciples, if you love one another.”

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Have you ever wondered what it costs to get a transplant if your heart gets broken?  I just learned that when it comes to the transplant business, there are actually two variables to consider. In addition to cost you have to also factor in time. Finding a heart, liver, lung or kidney isn't the same as picking out a suit at the clothing store. Availability is a factor as well.

According to the National Foundation for Transplants, here is a list of price tags for several major procedures.

Heart transplant: $1.382 million
Lung (one): $861 thousand
Liver: $812 thousand
Kidney: $414.8 thousand
Pancreas: $347 thousand

Since insurance will cover 80% of your bill, you only need to think about the 20% co-pay probably. That would be only be $276 thousand for the heart, for example.

The real kick-in-the-pants comes when you look at waiting lists.

New heart: 191 days
Lung: 185 days
Liver: 239 days
Kidney: 679 days
Pancreas: 679 days

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This is what the Tin Man wanted
more than anything.
(Yes, this is what your heart looks like.)
If your heart has been broken, or you simply feel heartless, here are the lyrics to the Tin Man's lament in The Wizard of Oz. If anything, it sometimes helps to know you're not the first who's ever needed a heart, or needed mending for the one they've got.

When a man's an empty kettle 
he should be on his mettle, 
And yet I'm torn apart. 
Just because I'm presumin' 
that I could be kind-a-human, 
If I only had a heart 

I'd be tender - I'd be gentle 
and awful sentimental 
Regarding love and art. 
I'd be friends with the sparrows ... 
and the boys who shoots the arrows 
If I only had a heart. 

Picture me - a balcony. 
Above a voice sings low. 
Dorothy: Wherefore art thou, Romeo? 
Tin Man: I hear a beat....How sweet. 

Just to register emotion,
jealousy - devotion, 
And really feel the part. 
I could stay young and chipper 
and I'd lock it with a zipper, 
If I only had a heart.

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Here's an extra verse I would add, if I only had an imagination:

I'd be light as a feather, 
I could dance through any weather
We'd be happy together
And I'd even wear your tether
Whether made of steel or leather
Yes, we'd prance about the heather
In regions here and nether
While I babbled bliss and blether
If I only had a heart.

Related Links
National Foundation for Transplants
Hearts by Anne Labovitz
Heart Trivia from the Franklin Institute

Friday, June 29, 2018

Political World -- Whether Screed or Lament, Dylan's Missive Remains Relevant

When Dylan's Oh Mercy was released in 1989 it was hailed as another comeback album from the "Comeback Kid", a guy whose whole career could be considered a series of highlight reels. As for me, I would have to agree that the studio albums produced between Infidels and Oh Mercy -- Empire Burlesque, Knocked Out Loaded and Down in the Groove -- were inconsistent and lackluster. And then came this gem.

Like many of Dylan's albums the opening number has a drive to it that energizes you from the start. A few examples will suffice. Bringing It All Back Home (Subterranean Homesick Blues), Street Legal (Changing of the Guard), Infidels (Jokerman), Modern Times (Thunder on the Mountain)....

What's interesting to me is how laid back most of this album is, though. "Everything Is Broken," another favorite two tracks later, is the only other fast-paced tune on the album. The songs are reflective, thought-provoking, melancholy at times and masterfully produced by Daniel Lanois, whom was recommended to Dylan by Bono. Dylan and Lanois later re-connected to produce the Grammy-winning Time Out Of Mind.

I like the way Tony Attwood begins his review of this song at Untold Dylan: The musical opening of the recording on Oh Mercy is a triumph on its own. A remarkable opening to the album. A gentle fade in as each instrument comes in of its own accord – rhythm guitar, lead guitar, bass, Dylan’s voice, drums. By the time of the end of the first “verse” the power is extraordinarily strong.

[When Attwood writes "a triumph" I can't help but hear the voice of Bob Cratchit when over Christmas dinner he declares, after tasting his wife's  blood pudding, "a triumph, my dear." It feels so British.]

The rhythm reminds me of the unrelenting energy of a runaway train. Once it's up to speed it just rolls along, verse after verse. There are no choruses. There's only the energy that's been generated which continuously regenerates.

The structure of the lyrics is interesting. Songs with a repeating line often have the key line at the end of each verse, as in Blowing in the Wind. "The answer my friend..." In this song each verse begins with the statement, "We live in a political world." The song strings together stanza after stanza unpacking the meanings and implications of this statement of fact. "Because we live in a political world this is how it is," Dylan seems to be saying, and this, and this, and this.... There's no place for love. Crimes are faceless. Wisdom sits in jail. Mercy walks the plank. Life is a house of mirrors. The deck is stacked against us... or as Leonard Cohen once sang:
“Everybody knows that the dice are loaded
Everybody rolls with their fingers crossed
Everybody knows that the war is over
Everybody knows the good guys lost
Everybody knows the fight was fixed
The poor stay poor, the rich get rich
That’s how it goes
Everybody knows”

The power of so many of Dylan's songs is their timelessness. "Blowing in the Wind" served the civil rights and antiwar movements of the Sixties, but it has not lost a minute of its relevance today. And when in the classic "It's Alright, Ma" Dylan wrote, "Sometimes even the president of the United States must sometimes stand naked" is there a commander-in-chief that this has not applied to?

"Political World" pulls back the veil, shows us how much we've only been fooling ourselves to be glib about it all. Having recently watched Tinker Tailor Soldier Spy, based on the John le Carré Cold War novel, featuring Gary Oldman as the Brit spy George Smiley, it's easy to hear echoes in this song, of a realm all shadow and darkness. Who are the good guys? Who are the bad guys? The murky political world is neither friendly or inviting. It wears masks and harbors secrets. It plays rough. Mercy walks the plank. It's ugly. I think here of the scene in L.A. Confidential where Bud White (Russell Crowe) finds the dead body in the basement, rats crawling about, the suffocating stench. It's not pretty.

This has been a recurring theme in Dylan's work. Not unlike "Masters of War" or the irresolution of "All Along the Watchtower." "There must be some way out of here..."

I think too of 'Shot of Love." "I've seen the kingdoms of this world, and it's making me feel afraid." That's the problem with seeing. When you've seen too much, how does one un-see? So we self-medicate.

One feature of this political world we live in has to do with the judgments made on every facet of our lives. It used to be that shopping at Wal-Mart was a choice people made to buy cheap goods. It eventually evolved into a political act, non-support for American-made (union-made) goods. Eating at the Golden Arches also became a statement as we become aware of "factory farms" and the manner in which beef is processed. Sometimes the politics of various factions collide so that union miners want jobs but Earth Firsters want to protect the environment. The net net is that people keep their mouths shut about what they believe because open discussion can result in lost friendships. This was the "Silent Majority" Nixon counted on for his election and re-election, along with his bag of dirty tricks, a toolkit that both our major political parties count on while simultaneously denying.

One difference between the "political world" of decades past and today is that with Wikileaks we really do see behind the Wizard of Oz's curtain... and with social media's pyrotechnics, more than your head is left spinning. Founding fathers are turning in their graves.

Here are the song lyrics, followed by a video of the same...

Political World

We live in a political world
Love don’t have any place
We’re living in times where men commit crimes
And crime don’t have a face

We live in a political world
Icicles hanging down
Wedding bells ring and angels sing
Clouds cover up the ground

We live in a political world
Wisdom is thrown into jail
It rots in a cell, is misguided as hell
Leaving no one to pick up a trail

We live in a political world
Where mercy walks the plank
Life is in mirrors, death disappears
Up the steps into the nearest bank

We live in a political world
Where courage is a thing of the past
Houses are haunted, children are unwanted
The next day could be your last

We live in a political world
The one we can see and can feel
But there’s no one to check, it’s all a stacked deck
We all know for sure that it’s real

We live in a political world
In the cities of lonesome fear
Little by little you turn in the middle
But you’re never sure why you’re here

We live in a political world
Under the microscope
You can travel anywhere and hang yourself there
You always got more than enough rope

We live in a political world
Turning and a-thrashing about
As soon as you’re awake, you’re trained to take
What looks like the easy way out

We live in a political world
Where peace is not welcome at all
It’s turned away from the door to wander some more
Or put up against the wall

We live in a political world
Everything is hers or his
Climb into the frame and shout God’s name
But you’re never sure what it is

Copyright © 1989 by Special Rider Music



Related Links
Tony Attwood's Take 
A Songfacts Anecdote

Friday, August 15, 2008

Of Masks & Men

Yesterday the kiln was opened after this week's firing. My kids had been home the past couple weeks and something we all did was make masks. Our walls are slowly filling up with them.

Masks have been a long part of human history. Witch doctors and warriors wear masks. Actors in Greek tragedies wore masks. It seems like there are several Woody Allen films incorporating Greek tragedians absurdly placed into a modern context, something like Michael Palin's Spanish Inquisition interlopers.

I recall a scene in R. M. Rilke's Notebooks of Malte Laurids Brigge involving a mask. The story was Rilke's single novel, somewhat of a lament on the significance of life, death and the quest for authentic individuality. The writing is often impressionistic. The scene I recall, somewhat hazily, is of the main character trying to decide which face to put on in the morning, as if faces themselves are masks. His real face, if I remember accurately, had a hole in it.

We all know something of masks, which can be used to both reveal and conceal identities. When there is a great pain in our hearts, a cheerful mask is convenient lest too many people get too nosy, asking too many questions and picking at the scabs which you hope will soon heal. Clowns put on faces to project an impression that may be at great odds with the clown within.

"I heard the sound of a clown who cried in the alley," Dylan sang in Hard Rain's Gonna Fall.

Masks are all the rage at masquerade balls, as well. I remember a Halloween party in Athens when I was in college in which my face was concealed neath a white sheet with the eyes cut out, more like the scarecrow on Wizard of Oz than a KKK style of hood. As the evening wore on, many people wondered who I was. The clue was a piece of curved rib in my hand, which I later used while beating percussions during the music we made late into the night. Only Netty connected the clue to my identity, with an eye twinkle that indicated she was not going to spoil it by telling the others where that guy in the mask had gone.

What I remember from the experience are several things. First, when we wear masks that conceal our identity, it makes people curious. Who are you? It becomes a game. In the Batman story, one ongoing theme was the perpetual curiosity regarding his true identity. Second, this concealment also gave the masked person power. Self-revelation was the masked one's perogative. Third, and also important, the mask left me alienated as well. I wanted to show people who I was. I wanted to reveal myself... and the mask left me separated. Our own masks do the same when we project something other than who we are.

Perhaps this is one of the problems with masks. And the more our mask-face it at odds with our real selves, the more alone and alienated we feel. The mask might bring us momentary attention, but there is no heart communion. To kiss, to touch, to embrace... masks and robes must be discarded.
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