The Real Wizard of Oz: The Life and Times of L. Frank Baum Book

I am really struggling to get through this one. Lately I have had a rash of bad biographies. I loath biographers who either conjecture too much, insert themselves into the bio, or try to create meaning and connection where it may or may not have existed. Frank Baum's house at age 12 was next to a road paved with wood planks...it was poplar..poplar is yellowish when fresh cut....it must be the yellow brick road! (except the road had already been there for decaded before Baum and probably would have been pretty dirty by the time he was there, but you have to read through the lenthy 'history of the road in front of Baum's house' tangent.

ok, I think I am offically abandoning this book. It has failed to keep me engage on a subject I am genuinely interested in.
Abandoned on page 91 after reading a paragraph about:
a. another detailed description of the stock in Baum's Bazzaar store
b. Frank Baum's mustache
c. the reaction of the fish at the bottom of Lake Huron to shipwrecks
d. detailed description of midwestern winter weather
e. detailed description to prove what a natty dresser that Baum was
f. a few more topics
g. all of the above

...in one paragraph! A paragraph that pretty well illustrates what the previous 91 pages were like. I have not the energy at this time to hold all those tangental threads in my mind waiting for them to be woven back in later. Nor do I care to speculate at the state of shock experienced by Lake Huron fish if they did happen to see crates of Baum's shipwrecked stock sink to a watery grave.