adventures of mascarah.

noraleah:

lenachen:

Still need to watch this. Who wants to go? Am I going to be disappointed having already read the novel and loved it?

Also, I’m trying to decide which Ian McEwan work to read next. Amsterdam or Enduring Love? Or something else? I’ve already read Saturday. Trying to go for something that isn’t/hasn’t been adapted to film, because then I’ll pretty much feel obligated to watch the movie.

Mr. McEwan’s my favorite living author and, as a matter of fact, a gentleman. I interviewed him for The Dubliner, an Irish mag, a couple years back, when Saturday came out.

So which to read next? ‘Tis a toughie. Amsterdam is more literary, subtle yet startling plot devices as always; Enduring Love is chilling, page-turning —- although, hate to break it, it’s been made into a movie. Far inferior to book, btw.

Have you read his latest, On Chesil Beach? Slim and potent as a greyhound. 

And do see Atonement. It’s true blue to the novel, except far prettier (their country home is meant to be ugly in novel; this casts a different tone, I think, but the movie is so lovely to look at, the estate so exquisite, Miss Knightley’s cheekbones so astonishing that the aestetic mimics Mr. McEwan’s prose; balances the film/novel.) 

Noraleah—agree on your McEwan redux. He’s the best. I love him.  So lucky to have interviewed him!