Books 1-10.
Books 11-20.
Books 21-30.
Books 31-40.
Books 41-50.
Books 51-60.
Books 61-70.
Books 71-80.
81. The Dakota Indian Internment at Fort Snelling, 1862-1864 by Corinne L. Monjeau-Marz.
82. A Life on Paper: Selected Stories by Georges-Olivier Châteaureynaud, translated by Edward Gauvin.
83. The Talented Mr. Ripley by Patricia Highsmith. The most annoying thing about seeing the film before you read the book is that sometimes you get the characters locked into those actors in your head. I saw the film adaptation of this some years ago; it was the first time I was ever impressed by Matt Damon, and it was difficult, particularly in the beginning, not to see him as Tom Ripley throughout. Jude Law, on the other hand, fell away pretty quickly, and I eventually managed to separate Marge from Gwyneth Paltrow. Freddie Miles, however, is stuck as Philip Seymour Hoffman, and that's not such a very bad thing, is it?
None of which has anything to do with the book itself, really, which I enjoyed. Highsmith is my new project, along with filling in the gaps in my Le Guin. I've never read her before; based on this book, I'd characterize as a very patient and focused writer--the reason she's able to keep the reader's sympathy with Tom is because of that focus, her manic adherence to the tight limited third POV. She's so creepily good that (SPOILER ALERT) when Tom came around to the point of murdering people, part of me completely bought into his logic and thought, "Well, of course. He has no other choice." This is an obvious parallel, perhaps, but the feeling was reminiscent to that of watching Dexter (which I am watching on DVDs, so please do not spoil me for the current season in the comments). It has that similar feel of a student of human nature--almost an alien being, at times--telling a story about another student of human nature (Dexter being the one telling the story about himself). Since I often feel a bit alienated myself, this resonates with me in a major way.
Books 11-20.
Books 21-30.
Books 31-40.
Books 41-50.
Books 51-60.
Books 61-70.
Books 71-80.
81. The Dakota Indian Internment at Fort Snelling, 1862-1864 by Corinne L. Monjeau-Marz.
82. A Life on Paper: Selected Stories by Georges-Olivier Châteaureynaud, translated by Edward Gauvin.
83. The Talented Mr. Ripley by Patricia Highsmith. The most annoying thing about seeing the film before you read the book is that sometimes you get the characters locked into those actors in your head. I saw the film adaptation of this some years ago; it was the first time I was ever impressed by Matt Damon, and it was difficult, particularly in the beginning, not to see him as Tom Ripley throughout. Jude Law, on the other hand, fell away pretty quickly, and I eventually managed to separate Marge from Gwyneth Paltrow. Freddie Miles, however, is stuck as Philip Seymour Hoffman, and that's not such a very bad thing, is it?
None of which has anything to do with the book itself, really, which I enjoyed. Highsmith is my new project, along with filling in the gaps in my Le Guin. I've never read her before; based on this book, I'd characterize as a very patient and focused writer--the reason she's able to keep the reader's sympathy with Tom is because of that focus, her manic adherence to the tight limited third POV. She's so creepily good that (SPOILER ALERT) when Tom came around to the point of murdering people, part of me completely bought into his logic and thought, "Well, of course. He has no other choice." This is an obvious parallel, perhaps, but the feeling was reminiscent to that of watching Dexter (which I am watching on DVDs, so please do not spoil me for the current season in the comments). It has that similar feel of a student of human nature--almost an alien being, at times--telling a story about another student of human nature (Dexter being the one telling the story about himself). Since I often feel a bit alienated myself, this resonates with me in a major way.