In which Dr. D. watches the 1910s Oz Films (with Video)

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By Dale D. Dalenberg, M.D.

April 2, 2013

Editor’s Note: Last week we took a look at the earliest films based on L. Frank Baum’s Oz books. This week we continue with a roundup of the films of the Oz Film Manufacturing Company, Baum’s own company.

One reason the Oz Film Manufacturing Company’s films are of historical significance stems from Baum’s association with Louis F. Gottschalk, the composer (not to be confused with the famous Louis Moreau Gottschalk, to whom he was related). Baum and Gottschalk collaborated on a stage play The Tik-Tok Man of Oz in 1913, for which Gottschalk contributed the music.

The show played well in Los Angeles, but it was deemed too expensive to take to Broadway.  After that, and with a desire to get into the movies (feature length films had been around since 1906), Baum and Gottschalk collaborated on the Oz Film Company with Baum serving as President and Gottschalk as vice president. Gottschalk contributed film scores, and consequently the Oz films had the earliest original feature film scores. Music had always been in the movies—the Lumiere Brothers had a pianist at their first exhibitions of films in 1895 — but the standard was to use cue sheets rather than full, written-out scores.  

In contrast, the Oz Company sent out scores with their films for the house musicians to use in accompanying the movie.

His Majesty, the Scarecrow of Oz (1914)

Running about an hour, this 1914 film is a hybrid of material from the first book, The Wonderful Wizard of Oz, and new material which Baum later used as the basis for his 1915 entry The Scarecrow of Oz. It is fun to see a scene from the first book that didn’t make it into the 1939 movie — the scene where the Scarecrow’s raft pole gets stuck in the mud in the river and he ends up clinging to a pole out in the middle of the water. In the book, Dorothy persuades a stork to fly out and lift the Scarecrow to safety. In the movie, however, a giant crow does the job.  They don’t hit it off at first, one being a crow and the other being a scarecrow, but after a short tussle, they end up doing a little dance together, which is actually a very funny bit.

Other than rehashing scenes from the beloved 1900 book to draw in the audience for the new material, Dorothy doesn’t have much to do in this movie. The central plot revolves around a bad king who is unhappy that his daughter has fallen in love with a low-born gardener’s boy. The king enlists the help of a witch to freeze his daughter’s heart so that she will be immune to love. The witch does the deed for money, and she furthers the job by turning the princess’s suitor into a kangaroo.

The witch is not unlike W.W. Denslow’s illustration.  To me, she looks like a bag lady with an eyepatch using her umbrella as a walking stick.  After having her heart frozen, the princess wanders around in a daze for most of the movie.  In this version, the Wizard of Oz actually performs real magic, although he isn’t found in any Emerald City. He seems to be an itinerant wizard, wandering the countryside in a wagon pulled by another of Baum’s endearing creations, the Saw-horse, who is some animated logs that function as a horse.  The Wizard amusingly cans the witch in a large can labeled “Preserved Sandwitches,” then blacks out parts of the label until it says “Preserved Witch,” then shrinks the can.  Dorothy and her companions storm the bad king’s castle and somehow emerge victorious, probably because the Scarecrow, while shot full of arrows, does not have a vulnerability to arrows. The bad king is ousted, the scarecrow is crowned king, the Wizard (in exchange for releasing the witch from her can) convinces the witch to release her spell on the princess and change the gardener’s boy back to a human, and the ending is fairy-tale happy.

While Baum was a true storyteller for children, and his new books were annual Christmas presents to a generation of them, this film strikes me as rather intense for young children. There is a scene where the witch sets upon the helpless Scarecrow and savagely plucks out all his straw, leaving him limp and lifeless. The way his head flops around when he is just an empty fabric is gut-wrenching to see after such a violent attack.  Dorothy and the others get him stuffed again in short order, and pretty soon he is reanimated to his usual jovial, loose-limbed self.  In another scene, the tin woodsman decapitates the witch with his axe. She is left sitting on his castle steps desperately proving the empty space above her neck with her hands. Again, the situation is resolved when she finds her head and sticks it back on. I suspect Baum’s intent was to make the film cut across age barriers and appeal to adults and children. What success he had achieved with his stage shows had been on the part of adult ticket buyers and attendees, so not a bad thought. The concept of a family picture hadn’t developed yet in 1914, so unfortunately Baum was a few decades too early to enjoy the success in film that would later come to Walt Disney.

One last tidbit of information that took a little digging to discover: the character of Button-Bright in this film (a little girl with amnesia for her past who Dorothy’s entourage discovers sitting in the road playing jacks) was played by one Mildred Harris, who married the 29 year-old Charlie Chaplin when she was 17. She left that relationship and embarked on an affair with the Prince of Wales. She is the one who introduced Edward, Prince of Wales, to Wallis Simpson, and the rest is history. I find it interesting that Ms. Harris assisted in overthrowing one king in the fantasy-land of Oz, and then later contributed to events that led to the abdication of the throne by a king of the real world.

The Magic Cloak of Oz (1914)

This charming fairy tale is only peripherally an Oz story, as it takes place in the lands of Noland and Ix, which are part of the greater fairyland universe of countries neighboring Oz in L. Frank Baum’s novels. The basis for the story is Baum’s 1905 novel Queen Zixi of Ix, which was a personal favorite of the author among his works. Queen Zixi was not originally an Oz story, but sometime between 1905 and the 5th Oz book (The Road to Oz, 1909), Baum figured out that Noland and Ix are neighboring countries, along with the Forest of Burzee (which figures in Queen Zixi and Baum’s 1902 novel, The Life and Adventures of Santa Claus.)

There is much to like here, but the movie disappoints, because you wish it had been made later in time with more modern technology. Especially regrettable are the animal scenes with people dressed up in animal costumes. One of the main characters is a donkey, and he is kind of endearing. In fact, the donkey could well be a prototype of the Eddie Murphy character in the Shrek movies. But while the rest of the movie is a romantic fairy tale that works well for adults, the animals in The Magic Cloak seem like they are targeted at a preschool audience, as if they are refugees from a storytime puppet show. The story involves a magic cloak that is woven by the fairies and grants each bearer one wish, only not if it is stolen. Queen Zixi is over 600 years old and has been the victim of a spell which keeps her perpetually 16, but she is forced to carry a mirror that reveals her true age.  This bothers her, presumably because she is so vain that she would like to look at herself in the mirror to see how pretty she is, but she can’t, because all she ever sees is an ancient hag. She conspires to obtain the magic cloak so that she can wish away the spell of the mirror, but when she finally steals it, it doesn’t work because it has been stolen.  She discards the cloak, and a scavenging woman picks it up and commences to sell a piece of it to a sailor who wants it for a tie. When the kingdom is threatened, and the cloak is needed to make wishes upon to repel the invaders, it has to be found and reassembled. Finally, the fairies take it back because they have discovered that ordinary mortals don’t use the magic wisely. But such a summary does not do justice to the story — there is a lot more in the book, and even in the movie.

The movie is a simplified version of the book, which is (based on a reading of the plot summary) quite an epic fantasy for a fairy tale.  There are many scenes in the silent film that beg for a modern remake. The scene of the fairies weaving the cloak. A scene where the witches take off flying on their brooms. The scenes where the Rolly Rogues (think malevolent mountain-top beach-ball-shaped people) roll down the hills to conquer the city of Noland and then roll back up the hills when they finally get chased out of town.

There are many whimsical moments in this story, but many of them are buried by the primitive filmmaking technology and the fact that it was still 15 years before talking films. L. Frank Baum’s vision was clearly beyond his capabilities at the time. Like so much of his work in the theater and cinema, he was ahead of his time.

I long for a modern filmmaker, someone who is sensitive to the concept of fantasy in the movies, to revisit Queen Zixi of Ix.  Done right, retaining the comic elements of the story, treating it with the same respect as a Grimm or an Andersen fairy story, this could be a huge hit.

The Patchwork Girl of Oz (1914)

This was the first of the Oz Film Manufacturing Company’s productions. It fared poorly on initial release, so the other films ran into distribution problems, which contributed to the demise of the company. To my taste, The Patchwork Girl of Oz is the least successful of the three 1914 Oz films. The original screenplay by L. Frank Baum was turned into his novel of the same name, however, and the material works much better as a book. The book is charming, and the first edition is a wonderful piece of art. The John R. Neill illustrations make Baum’s whimsical ideas jump off the page.  The film suffers from black and white. The book, by contrast, revels in color.

The film is marred by an overbearing grotesqueness. Every clever idea in the story becomes grotesque on screen. All the characters are either falling all over the place or wobbly kneed or just hideous. The central plot involves a magician who invents a “powder of life” which animates a life-sized ragdoll girl, while at the same time another of his magical concoctions turns three of the characters into lifeless statues. The magician and a Munchkin boy named Ojo set out to find the ingredients for a potion to turn the statue people back to life. Those ingredients include the water from a mysterious Dark Well, three hairs from a creature called the Woozy, and a six-leaved clover.  Various complications ensue, not the least of which is that it is illegal in Oz to pick a six-leafed clover, so all the characters are hauled before Ozma, the Queen, for judgement.

The Woozy is a weird geometrical animal whose modern equivalent is probably Nickelodeon’s Wubbzy (is it any coincidence the names are so similar?). The Woozy is a clever invention and looks in the movie just about how John R. Neill draws him in the book.  There are also some nice stop-motion animation sequences, such as the auto-assembly of The Patchwork Girl and the table that sets itself in The Magic House.

But aside from the Woozy and some clever effects, the other fantastical elements in the film fall flat. While Baum’s odd fantasy societies work in the book, they come off as scary and grotesque in the movie. The Hoppers in the book each have one leg, but in the movie they look like people with both legs tied together.  When the Magician and the Patchwork Girl encounter them, they set out to cut off one of the Magician’s legs because only one-legged hoppers are allowed in their land.  The Patchwork Girl persuades them to cut one of her legs off instead, so we watch aghast while they hold her down and amputate.  The story makes it lighter than it sounds by having the Magician forthwith reattach her leg while out of sight of the Hoppers.  But the whole amputation motif comes off as disturbing.

There is another society call the Tottenhots, who look like a group of African tribesmen living like a prairie dog town. The movie does not do anything with the Tottenhots, just hits us with this brief, creepy image.  Worse yet is a society called the Horners who look like a bunch of middle aged guys in robes with their hair tied up in huge spiked horns.  They hold their bellies, which look like they all have baby bumps, while they laugh, and laugh, and laugh. I had to look in the book to see that they are “The Joking Horners,” which set my mind at ease a bit, because they just seem demented in the movie. In the book, the joke is that the Horners’ jokes aren’t very funny. The Horners acknowledge that it spoils a joke to have to explain it, but then they proceed to explain their jokes. A talking picture might have helped to make the Horner funnier, because this movie just makes them look sinister and demented.   

The movie ends with the Scarecrow hooking up with the Patchwork Girl. It is intended as a touching scene, these two floppy misfits finding mutual love. If they weren’t so grotesque, like most everything else in this movie, maybe their love could have saved this mess. Alas, it doesn’t work out that way. Paramount dropped their distribution of the Oz films based on the poor performance of this one. With different distribution, they got a little play in 1917 with some modest success, but it was still almost 25 years before Hollywood would get behind Oz and give it the A-list treatment.

Enter the 'Storyverse': Q & A with Small Demons

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By Alex Dalenberg

March 29, 2013

In my other life as a business and tech writer, I spend a lot of time talking to, networking with and thinking about startups. Lately I’ve been pondering how the humanities and social sciences can harness the entrepreneurial energy coming out of the startup scene.

It’s going to be a heavy lift. A lot of ink-and-paper creatives and old school academy types are code-phobic. And then there is the not so small matter of getting paid.

But I was excited to see this Los Angeles-based literature startup: Small Demons, a literary search engine that allows users to discover new books through common themes, characters, locations and other elements. Small Demons calls these interconnecting links the "Storyverse". 

Think of it as a kind of Pandora for readers in that its algorithms attempt to help you discover new reads to fit your tastes.

Small Demons is starting out small. Founder Valla Vakili told The New York Times in February that the site’s revenue is negligible. But the company has inked content deals with five of the big six publishers, including Penguin.

What you’re seeing here is a fairly classic startup strategy: build up as big a user base as possible and hope it scales. In this case, my guess is that would be through a mix of ads and commissions on referrals from the site. 

At any rate, we caught up with Small Demons founder Valla Vakili via email. Here’s what he had to say.

How does Small Demons differ from book recommendations generated by Amazon and other ecommerce platforms?

Amazon and other ecommerce platforms typically draw recommendations from behavior— what you and other users like you have bought, what you've rated, your past viewing history, things like that. On Small Demons, context drives discovery. Whether a user is a fan of a book or author, or comes to the site via another interest point, we use that starting point—your favorite book, author, city, band, or more — to show you all the books connected to it. The data we draw on at Small Demons comes from the book itself — mining the text for references to other cultural products, and making those easily accessible to users.

Where does all the data come from? Is It just a matter of searching the text?

We index the full text of books to search for references for interesting people, places and things (ex., music, movies, fashion, food). We use the context that the reference appears in to surface the person, place or thing on our site — you'll see for every reference mentioned in a book, we have a snippet of text associated with it to provide its context. We've done a lot of fine tuning to improve the accuracy of the indexing based on the categories that matter to us (for ex., media topics in things).

How much data about books actually is digital?

Tons of data about books is digital and tons more are becoming so. There are many efforts here — publishers converting their print books to ebooks; libraries digitizing their collections (worldwide), Google's scanning projects. So in a lot of ways the texts of books are becoming more and more digital. What lags is the metadata — good, consistent metadata that describes a book and its context. There are a lot of companies that focus on the first part of that—basic metadata that describes a book (author, title, year of publication, publisher). There are fewer who've made serious progress on the context side, and that's really our focus at Small Demons.

More Oz: The Charles Winthrope & Sons facsimiles are a treasure.

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A couple pages from the 1st Edition of “The Wonderful Wizard of Oz” as meticulously reproduced in a 2010 limited edition by Charles Winthrope & Sons, part of the Dalenberg Library’s L. Frank Baum collection.

A couple pages from the 1st Edition of “The Wonderful Wizard of Oz” as meticulously reproduced in a 2010 limited edition by Charles Winthrope & Sons, part of the Dalenberg Library’s L. Frank Baum collection.

By Dale D. Dalenberg, M.D.

March 27, 2013

Editor’s Note: Oz the Great and Powerful was strictly OK, but the source material is legendary and we've got a lot of it in the library. We’ll be taking a look at other Oz books and films over the next few weeks, including the lesser known pre-1939 films, starting with the original text: The Wonderful Wizard of Oz.

Most people these days come to the Oz stories via the 1939 MGM musical. But there was a time before the movies when the annual Oz book was an obligatory child’s Christmas present.  This annual tradition continued many years after Baum’s death with his estate and his publisher designating a handful of authors as “Royal Historians” of Oz, officially approved to carry on the “canon” as it somewhat mock seriously came to be known. Eventually, there were 40 books admitted into the Oz canon. Therefore, something like two generations of children were weaned on Oz before the 1939 movie was even created. The Oz books dominated the children’s literature landscape until the advent of Dr. Seuss as a children’s book author in 1937.

After various reversals of fortune and unsuccessful business ventures, L. Frank Baum was already in the process of reinventing himself as a teller of childrens’ stories — with two modestly successful books under his belt — when he wrote The Wonderful Wizard of Oz in 1899.

I read the text of the book in my younger days, and I found it to be mildly amusing.  But I was more impressed with the second and third books, because of the way Baum expanded on his fantasy world and created an ever-widening canvas with each succeeding book. It was difficult for me to appreciate the attraction of that first book, or figure out what made it such a hit, until I handled the real book. Thankfully, it is possible nowadays to get your hands on the real thing without going broke buying a scarce antique. Charles Winthrope & Sons, specialty publishers, have gone to great lengths to reproduce every nuance of the original Baum editions in meticulous facsimile.

In some ways, this is even better than owning weathered, child-worn, antique editions, because owning these new facsimiles approximates what it was like to encounter the books anew starting in 1900.

The Wonderful Wizard of Oz is a charming children’s novel, ahead of its time, incorporating seamless integration of drawings and text, and featuring a number of splashy color plates as well. Baum’s prose is simple and sparse and the pictures therefore take on a big role. You get the sense that he worked closely with his illustrator to craft the book, so that the pictures complement the text and vice versa. On many pages, the text is printed over an illustration in the background. On other pages, the text is wrapped around a picture.  The chapters have title pages that are picture pages. And the initial letter of each chapter’s opening paragraph is blown up and illuminated with a picture. And all of those features are in addition to the beautiful full-page color plates that are sprinkled throughout the book.

Baum and illustrator Denslow’s visual sense carries over to the 1939 movie with its famous transition from the black & white of the Kansas scenes to the Technicolor of the Oz scenes. The preliminary pages after the main title page, and opening chapter, are done with tan-brown illustrations and Baum uses the word “gray,” or some form of it like “grayer,” eight times (to my count) in the first chapter; but right away in Oz, he uses words like “green” and describes “gorgeous flowers” and birds of “brilliant plumage.”

This book begs to be read to a child who is sitting on your knee, because you both need to look at the page to comprehend the full story. It is a visual delight.

Liberal, Kansas: Home of Dorothy, Oz and the BeeJays

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By Alex Dalenberg

​March 13, 2013

Dad’s post on Oz the Great and Powerful brought back memories of a long-ago family road trip that brought us over the rainbow to Liberal, Kansas.

What’s that? You’ve only heard of arch-conservative Kansas? Well, I haven’t looked at the precinct data, but being that it’s in the far southwest corner of the state, almost bordering Oklahoma, the rural town of Liberal is likely that in name only.

Politics aside, tiny Liberal has attempted to carve out an identity over the years as a kind of Wizard of Oz tourist destination. In 1981, it claimed the mantle of Dorothy’s hometown and was officially recognized as such by none other than the governor of Kansas. If nothing else, it’s a decent pit stop if you’re driving across the interminable Kansas prairie. In the sense that anything is a decent pit stop if you’re driving across the interminable Kansas prairie.

See the attached screen cap from Google Maps, taken from an area just north of Liberal. You get the idea.

​Near Liberal, Kansas. Via Google Maps

​Near Liberal, Kansas. Via Google Maps

We went through Liberal either on a trip to New Mexico. Dad and I both remember the Yellow Brick Road being overgrown; the Scarecrow, Tin-man and Cowardly Lion being off exhibit due to repairs, leaving three metal skeletons in their place; and the only actual relic from the movie being the miniature house shown spinning around in the tornado that whisks Dorothy to Oz.

Given the shape it was in during our visit, probably 10 years ago, Dad kind of doubted that the museum is still there. And he hasn’t seen a roadside billboard for it in years. But an official website is still live and I also tracked it down on Google Street view.

The address: 1-599 Yellow Brick Road, Liberal, KS.

​Via Google Maps

Looks fun, huh? The shed holds a walk-through Oz landscape which I recall as being more than vaguely creepy.

Via the Website:

The Land of OZ consist of 5,000 square feet of animated entertainment – good and bad witches, the Munchkins, talking trees, winged monkeys, and of course, Dorothy, the Scarecrow, Tin Man, the Cowardly Lion, and Toto, too

Dorothy’s house, on the other hand, is a legitimate 1907 farmhouse, which is quite comforting after a hellish voyage through Oz. Maybe this intentional, not every Kansan is happy with the state’s longtime association with the movie. At least according to the Kansas Historical Society, Kansans have long bristled at the film’s depiction of the state as flat and drab. 

The sad thing is, Dorothy’s House is not even Liberal’s best tourist attraction. That would be Pancake Day, in which women, ages 25 to 52, race through the frozen streets clutching pancake skillets.

A little more about Liberal, according to the town’s official website:

Residents of Liberal enjoy an unhurried life-style with a cosmopolitan flavor. Golf, swimming, soccer, tennis, polo, fishing, and some of the best pheasant hunting in the country are just a few of the recreational opportunites available.

And this gem.

Everyone enjoys watching the Liberal BeeJays, our local semipro baseball team play opponents from across the nation.

Liberal BeeJays! I guess there really is no place like home!

Cold truths about In Cold Blood

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By Alex Dalenberg

February 18, 2013

Not to make this blog — which is ostensibly about vintage popular literature — an extended meditation on fabrication and the variable nature of truth, but I felt it was worth touching on the recently unearthed revelations about the accuracy of Truman Capote’s pioneering work of creative nonfiction In Cold Blood.

The Wall Street Journal broke the news early this month. My neighbors over in Brooklyn Heights also have a nice post (Capote penned the iconic nonfiction novel from his Brooklyn apartment). I recommend reading both articles but, to sum it up, recently rediscovered documents from the Kansas Bureau of Investigation show that Capote gave favorable treatment to detective Alvin Dewey, Jr. It was Dewey who gave the writer the extraordinary access necessary to write a book such as In Cold Blood.

Among the Journal’s findings: that Capote exaggerated Dewey’s role in solving the case, changed critical details and omitted key mistakes to improve Dewey’s standing as the hero of the story.

Full disclosure: I’m a journalism guy, not a literary professor, but I’m feeling some cognitive dissonance here.

On the one hand, my gut reaction is to have little to no professional sympathy for characters like Jonah Lehrer, who recently got a handsome $20,000 payout from the Knight Foundation to discuss his dismissal from the likes of The New Yorker and Wired for plagiarism and fabrication. Although, personally, it’s hard to watch someone so bright flush their career down the toilet. I’ve made a lot of boneheaded mistakes. I’ve gotten things wrong, but I’ve never flat-out made anything up, not that I could or will ever match the likes of Capote in terms of sheer writing chops.

But still, I feel that if you get into the nonfiction game, the rules are at least fairly clear. If you make stuff up you will pay a the price in terms of reputation and lost career opportunities.

On the other hand, as I was discussing with my literary editor significant other earlier this week, Capote basically invented an entire genre with In Cold Blood. So does he get something of a pass? To go way back, the Roman historian Livy, for example was not history’s most academically rigorous historian, but, nevertheless, an important one. The discipline was by and large still figuring itself out. It takes awhile for the rules and standards that govern a genre to fall into place. I’m not sure if we’ll be reading In Cold Blood some 2,000 years from now, but, at least in contemporary terms, it’s a toweringly influential book in terms of how books are written today.

For me, this probably does dim some of Capote’s star, if only because he himself proclaimed it to be painstakingly factual. That doesn’t leave any room for artistic interpretation. And, in this case, the details aren’t even altered in the service of so-called higher truth. Although I would argue that, unless you’ve advertised that you’ve taken those kinds of liberties with the material, that’s still a weak defense. But you can get really deep in the weeds when it comes to what constitutes taking liberties.

Maybe the problem is not getting caught. At least while you’re alive. Writing a masterpiece helps too, just make sure it’s both really, really masterful and really, really influential. Unless you can guarantee both those things, I wouldn’t recommend what Capote did as a career booster.

Because, let’s face it, something like James Frey’s A Million Little Pieces may have been a pretty good read, but it was never going to catapult the guy into the literary firmament, whether it was mostly bogus or not. In Cold Blood will never not be influential. It’s kind of like how USC will never have not won the 2004 Orange Bowl game, even if the Bowl Championship Series stripped it of its national championship.

In some ways, this is all old news. The accuracy of In Cold Blood has been a point of contention for decades. But how about you, dear reader, if you’re a fan of the book, do these new revelations affect your opinion?