Gregory Maguire
Gregory Maguire is an American novelist and children's writer, born on June 9, 1954, in Albany.
Maguire's education took him through several institutions in the northeastern United States. He studied at the State University of New York, including its Albany campus, and also attended Tufts University. His time at the Simmons College Center for the Study of Children's Literature reflects the dual character of his writing career, which encompasses both adult fiction and work addressed to younger readers.
Writing in English, Maguire has worked across children's literature and adult fiction throughout his career as a novelist. His engagement with both forms places him among authors who move between audiences, shaping narratives that draw on the conventions and imaginative possibilities associated with each. The range of his output suggests a sustained commitment to storytelling that does not settle into a single register or readership.
Maguire is the author of Wicked. That novel stands as the most prominently documented work in his bibliography, and it exists alongside his ongoing work as a children's writer — a pairing that has characterized his career from the beginning. It is this movement between fiction for adults and fiction for younger audiences that serves as the most consistent thread running through his work as a novelist.
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But the pinkness and whiteness of underskirts and camisoles, the frilliness of foundation garments, the rustle about the bustle and the fuss about the bust.

Oh my darling, oh my darling, oh my darling porcupine,” she crooned. “Little critters fried like fritters come out crunchy and divine.

He spoke in one of the American accents; Lydia couldn’t distinguish among them. To her they all sounded dry and tinny. Almost quack-like.

Death might be the only way forward for someone. Or it might seem so at the time.

I just like to think about what I’m reading. Don’t you?” “I don’t read very well. So I don’t think I think very well either.” Galinda smiled. “I dress to kill, though.

It’s more convenient to have a hero waiting in the wings than to endure a blowhard standing in the spotlight.

She reasoned that because she was beautiful she was significant, though what she signified, and to whom, was not clear to her yet.


