Sex and the City, Dexter or True Blood? When TV turns to modern fiction, every one’s a winner – so says Hattie French
Last week, writing up the best of the Big Read, I was struck by how many popular books are made into films. Maybe it started with the blistering success of Gone with the Wind in the thirties. Today, books are getting optioned for film before they go into print.
There are varying degrees of success for these adaptations. Peter Jackson‘s The Lord of the Rings had more money thrown at it than the London Olympics, and yet only really scratched the surface of Tolkien‘s original. And as I’ve expressed previously, the great advantage of the Harry Potter books over the films is that you don’t have to look at the smug, grinning face of the multimillionaire Daniel Radcliffe while you’re reading. Continue reading
I’m well aware that, in the pantheon of English literature, the likes of Charles Dickens, Jane Austen, the Brontë sisters and their ilk are regarded as deities who look down upon the rest of us from unassailable heights of cultural superiority. For the purpose of this list, however, they have been branded bores and pushed off their pedestals by authors who can resolve a sentence in under half a page.
Of course the news reports have gone on and on about two things only: the classic status (with occasional plot summaries) of The Catcher in the Rye, and Salinger’s notorious hermit-like existence.
Like most of the country, the double whammy of Christmas and New Year’s in close succession has turned my brain into a slightly alcoholic mush. So to make life easy for myself, here is my own version of the festive round-up: a look over the books I was given for Christmas.
