Realistically, Forrest Gump was a great movie and a terrible adaptation.
The book was cartoonish and damn-near unreadable.
Realistically, Forrest Gump was a great movie and a terrible adaptation.
The book was cartoonish and damn-near unreadable.
Your post was gibberish to me. Initializing previously unreferenced books is incredibly obnoxious.
The only one I can really think of (other than Who is John Galt?) is “This is not for you” from House of Leaves.
I read the Death of Bunny Munro. It was psychotic good. I have this sitting on my shelf and haven’t gotten to it yeah.
There are many authors who write in a style that reserves judgment…and what I mean by that is they don’t tell you how you’re supposed to feel about the characters or their actions. They read almost like unbiased journalism.
I recommend checking out Little Children by Tom Perrotta.
It’s been forever since I’ve read either of these, but {{the Tattooed Map}} by Barbara Hodgson was beautifully laid out. A sort of travelogue narrative with many images and inscriptions throughout. I gave it ⭐⭐⭐
But the absolutely most inventive is Important Artifacts and Personal Property from the Collection of Lenore Doolan and Harold Morris, Including Books, Street Fashion, and Jewelry by Leanne Shapton. It’s literally an auction catalog with no traditional narration. I also gave it ⭐⭐⭐
In Leanne Shapton’s marvelously inventive and invented auction catalog, the 325 lots up for auction are what remain from the relationship between Lenore Doolan and Harold Morris (who aren’t real people, but might as well be). Through photographs of the couple’s personal effects-the usual auction items (jewelry, fine art, and rare furniture) and the seemingly worthless (pajamas, Post-it notes, worn paperbacks)-the story of a failed love affair vividly (and cleverly) emerges. From first meeting to final separation, the progress and rituals of intimacy are revealed through the couple’s accumulated relics and memorabilia. And a love story, in all its tenderness and struggle, emerges from the evidence that has been left behind, laid out for us to appraise and appreciate.
Honorable mention, because I haven’t read it yet, but Dark Factory by Kathe Koja is supposed to be an immersive experience. I bought it from her website and it even included a perfumed paper of a scent from the book.
I’m reading it right now for the first time. I’ve seen the original movie maybe as dozen times. On Halloween I watched the original and the two part remake (something like 9 it’s worth of movie), so I decided to read it.
If I wasn’t already invested in the characters and particularly interested in the story not shown, there’s no way I could make it through this book.
King actually is a good writer (I was kind of shocked to discover), he just goes on far too long about things that don’t drive the story forward and nobody actually cares about.
I know - it’s a stupid romp and Bukowski is more a poet and certain people are into him and all that
Don’t give credence to people who think their opinions are facts.
You’re allowed to like Bukowski’s novels. And certainly shouldn’t apologize for it.
I think you’re focusing on Hoover’s success, while I was referring to the negative aspects OP was talking about.
I have no idea if this is actually true, but I learned that this is how Moby Dick was regarded at the time of release.
I got one as a gift many years ago and absolutely love it (even though I don’t use it.)
It’s one of most thoughtful gifts I’ve ever received in the best way…it’s something I don’t need, would never buy myself, and shows that the giver understands me. And they’re relatively inexpensive.
Easy A was a shockingly good movie