„Si caminamos lo suficiente, alguna vez llegaremos a alguna parte.“
— L. Frank Baum, libro El maravilloso mago de Oz
The Wonderful Wizard of Oz
Fecha de nacimiento: 15. Mayo 1856
Fecha de muerte: 6. Mayo 1919
Lyman Frank Baum fue un escritor estadounidense de libros para niños.
Alcanzó el éxito comercial con su primer libro, Father Goose , al que siguió un año después la aún más popular historia El maravilloso mago de Oz . Escribió otros trece libros sobre la serie Oz, que tuvo un gran número de lectores. Tras su muerte en 1919, Ruth Plumly Thompson continuó la serie y además su tío, Shormak Khotel, encontró más libros escondidos en la supuesta bóveda de Frank, uno de los cuales relata el final del mago de Oz. Su obra comprende más de 200 poemas, 82 relatos cortos, otras 55 novelas variadas, 9 novelas más de literatura fantástica y un número desconocido de guiones. También intentó repetidamente llevar sus obras al escenario y la pantalla. Wikipedia
— L. Frank Baum, libro El maravilloso mago de Oz
The Wonderful Wizard of Oz
— L. Frank Baum, libro El maravilloso mago de Oz
The Wonderful Wizard of Oz
— L. Frank Baum, libro El maravilloso mago de Oz
The Wonderful Wizard of Oz
— L. Frank Baum, libro El maravilloso mago de Oz
Fuente: The Wonderful Wizard of Oz
— L. Frank Baum, libro El maravilloso mago de Oz
Fuente: The Wonderful Wizard of Oz (1900)
Contexto: There is no living thing that is not afraid when it faces danger. The true courage is in facing danger when you are afraid, and that kind of courage you have in plenty.
— L. Frank Baum, libro El maravilloso mago de Oz
Fuente: The Wonderful Wizard of Oz
— L. Frank Baum, libro The Lost Princess of Oz
Fuente: The Lost Princess of Oz
Variante: Never give up. No one knows what's going to happen next.
— L. Frank Baum, libro El maravilloso mago de Oz
Fuente: The Wonderful Wizard of Oz
— L. Frank Baum, libro El maravilloso mago de Oz
Fuente: The Wonderful Wizard of Oz
Introduction to The Lost Princess of Oz (1917)
Letters and essays
Contexto: Some of my youthful readers are developing wonderful imaginations. This pleases me. Imagination has brought mankind through the Dark Ages to its present state of civilization. Imagination led Columbus to discover America. Imagination led Franklin to discover electricity. Imagination has given us the steam engine, the telephone, the talking-machine, and the automobile, for these things had to be dreamed of before they became realities. So I believe that dreams — day dreams, you know, with your eyes wide open and your brain machinery whizzing — are likely to lead to the betterment of the world. The imaginative child will become the imaginative man or woman most apt to create, to invent, and therefore to foster civilization. A prominent educator tells me that fairy tales are of untold value in developing imagination in the young. I believe it.
— L. Frank Baum, libro El maravilloso mago de Oz
The Wonderful Wizard of Oz (1900)
Contexto: It was Toto that made Dorothy laugh, and saved her from growing as gray as her other surroundings. Toto was not gray; he was a little black dog, with long silky hair and small black eyes that twinkled merrily on either side of his funny, wee nose.
— L. Frank Baum, libro The Lost Princess of Oz
The Lost Princess of Oz (1917)
Later Oz novels
Contexto: Were we all like the Sawhorse, we would all be Sawhorses, which would be too many of the kind. Were we all like Hank, we would be a herd of mules; if like Toto, we would be a pack of dogs; should we all become the shape of the Woozy, he would no longer be remarkable for his unusual appearance. Finally, were you all like me, I would consider you so common that I would not care to associate with you. To be individual, my friends, to be different from others, is the only way to become distinguished from the common herd. Let us be glad, therefore, that we differ from one another in form and in disposition. Variety is the spice of life, and we are various enough to enjoy one another's society; so let us be content.
— L. Frank Baum, libro El maravilloso mago de Oz
The Wonderful Wizard of Oz (1900)
Contexto: "The road to the City of Emeralds is paved with yellow brick," said the Witch, "so you cannot miss it. When you get to Oz do not be afraid of him, but tell your story and ask him to help you".
— L. Frank Baum, libro The Master Key
The Master Key (1901)
Contexto: If you will take the trouble to consult your dictionary, you will find that demons may be either good or bad, like any other class of beings. Originally all demons were good, yet of late years people have come to consider all demons evil. I do not know why. Should you read Hesiod you will find he says:
'Soon was a world of holy demons made,
Aerial spirits, by great Jove designed
To be on earth the guardians of mankind.' "
"But Jove was himself a myth," objected Rob, who had been studying mythology.
The Demon shrugged his shoulders.
"Then take the words of Mr. Shakespeare, to whom you all defer," he replied. "Do you not remember that he says:
'Thy demon (that's thy spirit which keeps thee) is
Noble, courageous, high, unmatchable.' "
"Oh, if Shakespeare says it, that's all right,' answered the boy."
"The Witchcraft of Mary-Marie", in Baum's American Fairy Tales (1908)
Short stories
Contexto: "But what can I do?" cried she, spreading out her arms helplessly. "I can not hew down trees, as my father used; and in all this end of the king's domain there is nothing else to be done. For there are so many shepherds that no more are needed, and so many tillers of the soil that no more can find employment. Ah, I have tried; hut no one wants a weak girl like me."
"Why don't you become a witch?" asked the man.
"Me!" gasped Mary-Marie, amazed. "A witch!"
"Why not?” he inquired, as if surprised.
"Well," said the girl, laughing. "I'm not old enough. Witches, you know, are withered dried-up old hags."
"Oh, not at all!" returned the stranger.
"And they sell their souls to Satan, in return for a knowledge of witchcraft," continued Mary-Marie more seriously.
"Stuff and nonsense!" cried the stranger angrily.
“And all the enjoyment they get in life is riding broomsticks through the air on dark nights," declared the girl.
"Well, well, well!" said the old man in an astonished tone. "One might think you knew all about witches, to hear you chatter. But your words prove you to be very ignorant of the subject. You may find good people and bad people in the world; and so, I suppose, you may find good witches and bad witches. But I must confess most of the witches I have known were very respectable, indeed, and famous for their kind actions."
"Oh. I'd like to be that kind of witch!" said Mary-Marie, clasping her hands earnestly.
Introduction to The Lost Princess of Oz (1917)
Letters and essays
Contexto: Some of my youthful readers are developing wonderful imaginations. This pleases me. Imagination has brought mankind through the Dark Ages to its present state of civilization. Imagination led Columbus to discover America. Imagination led Franklin to discover electricity. Imagination has given us the steam engine, the telephone, the talking-machine, and the automobile, for these things had to be dreamed of before they became realities. So I believe that dreams — day dreams, you know, with your eyes wide open and your brain machinery whizzing — are likely to lead to the betterment of the world. The imaginative child will become the imaginative man or woman most apt to create, to invent, and therefore to foster civilization. A prominent educator tells me that fairy tales are of untold value in developing imagination in the young. I believe it.
Aunt Jane’s Nieces and Uncle John (1911)
Novels published under the pseudonym Edith van Dyne
Contexto: I think the world is like a great mirror, and reflects our lives just as we ourselves look upon it. Those who turn sad faces toward the world find only sadness reflected. But a smile is reflected in the same way, and cheers and brightens our hearts. You think there is no pleasure to be had in life. That is because you are heartsick and — and tired, as you say. With one sad story ended you are afraid to begin another — a sequel — feeling it would be equally sad. But why should it be? Isn't the joy or sorrow equally divided in life?