Films adaptations of books–an opinion of characterisation

This has been swirling around in my head for a while, and I currently have a stretch of time free and uninterrupted (in theory) to try to sort out some opinions.

The Lady of Shalott [of Tennyson’s poem] was of an indeterminate age and might once have been plain before the rigours of artistic interpretation got working on her. This was the annoying side of the Feedback Loops; irrespective of how she had once looked or even wanted to look, she was now a pre-Raphaelite beauty with long flaxen tresses, flowing white gowns and a silver forehead band. She wasn’t the only one to be physically morphed by Reader Expectation. Miss Havisham was now elderly whether she liked it or not, and Sherlock Holmes wore a deerstalker and smoked a ridiculously large pipe. The problem wasn’t just confined to the classics. Harry Potter was seriously pissed off that he’d have to spend the rest of his life looking like Daniel Radcliffe.

Jasper Fforde–One Of Our Thursdays Is Missing.

I suppose that’s a good place to start. Harry Potter will forever be Daniel Radcliffe. Hermione Granger will be Emma Watson. Ron Weasley will be Rupert Grint. And so on and so forth.

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(The providence of that picture is unknown, but for sure it is not an original piece by 9Gag.)

Until movie adaptations are made, the reader has to use their imagination. I read the Harry Potter novels, and looked at the cover illustrations, and the descriptions within the books, and an amalgamation of memories pasted themselves together, and the characters formed where unique to me. No one else shares my past and my memories, and so the characters are unique to me. The same thing happens with Lord of the Rings, The Fault In Our Stars, Twilight even; every reader had a mental picture of the story, and they were more actively involved, because their imagination was providing part of the story.

And now? Frodo Baggins is Elijah Wood. Gandalf is Sir Ian Mackellen. The Fault In Our Stars have the same actors as Divergent (another book adaptation), and the story melt together a little once you’re aware of that! Even Kirsten Stewart and Robert Pattison have filled the admittedly empty spaces that were Bella and Edward Cullen. (Interestingly, the character of Bella was deliberately left as blank as possible to allow the teenage female reader to more easily insert herself into the role.)

To me, this is something of a sad thing. Books are more of an interactive medium than a film. With a film, you are most definite a passive participant–the pacing is set for you, the characters are [i]shown[/i] to you, there is nothing that can be done by the viewer to alter the story. Sure, there is plenty that can be done afterwards with analysis, finding nuances, connections, dissecting meaning, intention, but the viewer is not a participant in the story. With a book? You can be Katniss Everdeen. You can be Scout Finch. You can shape the characters in your mind, because the author is giving the outline of the action, and you, the reader, are filling in the details with your memories and imagination.

Thursday Next 1: The Jane Eyre Affair — Jasper Fforde

Alright, I know, these are out of order. There is a reason, but it’s not actually all that exciting. Now that I know that the readership of this blog is actually not zero, I’m far more wary of the conversational tone that has crept into these posts. Oh, whatever. The 7th Thursday Next novel (in fact, the first book I actually reviewed) was on my Kindle. I had just finished The Magician by Raymond Feist (review to come), which was an absolute tome of a book. Great book (well, there’s a spoiler for the review!) but it was long, so I wanted something familiar. So I re-read The Woman Who Died A Lot, and then wanted some more Fforde-ian hi-jinks, so grabbed First Among Sequels from my Calibre library, as it was the only other Thursday Next book I had in an appropriate eBook format. Unfortunately, the formatting was atrocious, and whoever had constructed the eBook file should be ashamed. So, I sought a better copy, which was promptly provided by someone who doesn’t have a public blog, and hence I cannot link to, and they threw in a few other things for good measure, and that’s an incredibly roundabout way of getting to the fact that I’m now reading through what they delivered, which includes The Jane Eyre Affair. (Note, I own the dead-tree editions of all of these books, I’m just not sure where they’ve got to.)

So, Jasper Fforde is a living British novelist with an interesting background, and you’ve read all of this before. I’ve reviewed three of his other books. He writes intelligent books that mean that you have an internet browser open to look things up. My range of knowledge is pretty eclectic, but getting in-jokes about classical authors is sometimes a bit of a stretch for me.

We meet Thursday Next, an accomplished LiterTech agent as part of SpecOps living and working in London. She is temporarily transferred to a classified division whose only purpose is the apprehension of Archeron Hades, a criminal of supernatural powers. Needless to say, things go terribly wrong. Next is hospitalised and blamed for the fiasco. A woman, in a rainbow-painted sports car, appears in her hospital room and insists that she returns to her birthtown of Swindon, and takes a job there. After doing so, her uncle Mycroft demonstrates a way of jumping in and out of the written page, a technology much sought after for profit and mayhem by the Goliath Corporation. (The hint is in the name, guys!) At this point, I’m wanting to just leave it with: “and hijinks ensue”. However, Next and Hades end up trapped in the original manuscript of Jane Eyre, much to the consternation of the reading public.

There is a great deal more detail to the world than the brief synopsis above indicates. There are ongoing discussions about the true authorship of Shakespeare’s plays, a topic upon which everyone seems to have an opinion. There is Next’s father, a rogue Chronoguard agent, who is constantly tweaking time to get history back onto the course that it should be on. There are dodos, part of the home-cloning fad of the 70s. It seems familiar, but it’s only an illusion. You’re transported to a world where books are everything, and the written word is the most important thing. (This is not a state of affairs that persists. It is fascinating to watch, over the course of the series, the change in the world that Fforde creates. It is spoiling future plot points, but the idea of people’s investment in time, and the eradication of the Now and how it relates to people’s attention spans, is some of the most biting satire that Fforde creates.)

Oh, and a tip? Read the names out loud. It took me absolutely forever to work out that Thursday’s love from the Crimean war (still going!) named Landen with surname Parke-Laine was a terrible, terrible pun.

A definite recommendation on this book, and the entire series. (Most of which I suspect that I’ll be writing about in the next few weeks.)

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The Last Dragonslayer — Jasper Fforde

This post was sitting in my Drafts since, oh, I honestly don’t remember. I’m going to finish it off and push it out. It may lack some length and quality…

There are some authors who hold a special place in a reader’s life. For me, the stalwarts of comic fantasy are there; authors such as Douglas Adams, and Terry Pratchett. (Though I have felt that Pratchett’s last few books didn’t have the same spark as his other work. An issue that Adams will sadly never have.)

Anyhow. My point is that I have some favourite authors. Jasper Fforde is one of those authors. I don’t buy the dead-tree versions of books anymore. A combination of reasons: the cost is higher, I don’t need to keep a hard-copy, and something about the environment. I will generally try to buy the paper copies of Fforde’s books.

The Last Dragonslayer by Jasper Fforde

I’m going to recycle some Brief author notes: Jasper Fforde is a living British author, quite prolific (twelve full-length novels in as many years, with at least another four in various planning stages), who writes alternate history, comic fantasy, surrealist humour fiction. He is currently working on books in four series: the Thursday Next novels, the Nursery Crime Division novels, the Shades of Grey novels, and the Dragonslayer trilogy. And yes, I’ve read all of them.

(Meta note: this is as far as I got with my draft. Maybe this is going to be a little harder than I expected to push out…)

So, we’re once again in the realms of things fantastic. The world has magic, but it’s mundane, boring, dwindling, and so tied up in red-tape that most of the time it’s not worth the effort. Jennifer Strange is nominally in charge of the wizards, seers and sorcerers of the Kazam Magical Agency. When the death of the last dragon is predicted, she is revealed by ancient prophecy to be the last Dragonslayer, and must do her duty. However, when the dragon itself wishes to be slain, things seem a little strange.

(More meta notes: honestly, the plot is a little straightforward, but if I was going to try to explain it properly, I’d have the mention Tiger Prawns, a foundling sent to Jennifer, from the Blessed Ladies of the Lobster, and why he must face nine years of indentured servitude. I’d have to explain about Quarkbeasts, and why they shouldn’t eat galvanised steel. About the history of magic, and why magicians generally are devious. About thinly veiled social criticism about avarice, greed, power, democracy, the role of the media in the forming of opinions, and just how quickly people can become accustomed to the bizarre. Oh wait, it looks like I’ve accidentally provided a strange summary regardless.)

The book is fun. It’s a bit of a departure from Fforde’s other work: it is far less literary-based than the Thursday Next novels (see reviews here and here (more to come, I’m sure)). Tt inhabits a different world from the Colours novels (one, happily, quite less dire and dystopian), and is more approachable to young readers than the Nursery Crime books.)

(More oddness: my spellchecker suggested that I replace ‘dystopian’ with ‘utopian’. That’s, uh, strange.)

This is possibly the most scattered review I’ve done. The story is good, the world is well-rendered, and it’s not overly heavy in either prose or themes. Good fun.

Shilling myself

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Thursday Next 5: First Among Sequels — Jasper Fforde

Arghh, I have updated in ages. So, in the spirit of actually writing something down, and hopefully getting the feel for things, I’m going to dash off a quick (ha!) post today, and try to find some momentum.

I’ve talked about Jasper Fforde previously. He’s an author of alternate history, comic fantasy, surrealist humour fiction, and is incredibly talented. One of my favourite authors.

First Among Sequels was the first of the Thursday Next books that I read. I picked it up from a counter display at the library, liked the cover, and my fate was sealed. It is the fifth book in the series, and did a reasonably good job of introducing the first-time reader to the world in which the story is set. Or world, more accurately. Thursday Next is now middle-aged, happily married, with three children (only two of whom actually exist), and with the disbandment of the SpecOps groups, has taken a job fitting carpets. This is however just a cover for her illicit SpecOps work as a Literary Detective. Which is, in turn, a cover for her work as a Jurisfiction agent–she is one of the very few people who are able to make the jump from our world to Bookworld; the world of the written page. She is tasked with training two recruits–Thursday5, a fictional copy of herself from the 5th Thursday Next book, the Great Samuel Pepys Fiasco (astute readers will at this point pause, and go back and check the “works by the same author page”. Doing so will find a list of six Thursday Next books, with the fifth one crossed out), and Thursday1-4, the Thursday Next from the first four Thursday Next books. Thursday5 is a tie-dyed hemp-wearing yoga-performing pacifist who is utterly failing to perform her duties as a Jurisfiction trainee. Thursday1-4 is a gun-toting violent sex-driven maniac, who cannot take instruction, and feels that she is destined for greater things. The real Thursday Next feels that neither truly represent who she really is.

It is at this point, having not read the first four books, that I did not know that they weren’t the violent sex-driven crime thrillers that First Among Sequels continually made them out to be. It is all tied up neatly by the end of the novel, but it is very meta in the meantime. In fact, one of Fforde’s best characteristics is his ability to twist history, whether real or not, in very subtle ways. I found myself looking up poets and their poetry, the plots of books and the history of authors, to get some of the jokes. They can be quite sly.

The book is good. You should read it.

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Thursday Next 7: The Woman Who Died A Lot — Jasper Fforde

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Thursday Next 7: The Woman Who Died A Lot by Jasper Fforde

This is my first write-up of a book, so I’m still trying to work out what’s going to work, and what’s not. Try not to judge me too harshly.

Brief author notes: Jasper Fforde is a living British author, quite prolific (twelve full-length novels in as many years, with at least another four in various planning stages), who writes alternate history, comic fantasy, surrealist humour fiction. He is currently working on books in four series: the Thursday Next novels, the Nursery Crime Division novels, the Shades of Grey novels, and the Dragonslayer trilogy. And yes, I’ve read all of them.

As The Woman Who Died A Lot is the seventh in the Thursday Next series, it’s bringing a reasonable amount of previous story along. Thursday Next first appeared in The Eyre Affair (via Amazon) in her mid-30s in the mid-1980s. It is twenty years later, and the superhero Thursday who could jump easily between the real world and the BookWorld (where literature is reality) where she worked for Jurisfiction, the policing agency within fiction, is long-gone. Instead, Thursday, with husband Landen Park-Laine, super-genius teenage daughter Tuesday, and moody, formerly-head-of-the-Chronoguard-but-no-longer-due-to-time-travel-never-having-been-invented son Friday, is recuperating from an debilitating injury outside of Swindon. Through political manuvering, she is made head of the Fatsos All You Can Eat Drinks Not Included Wessex Library Service (I did mention this was surreal, right?), which she is required to juggle the needs of the preservation of the world’s literary history and the desires of the Special Library Service, who wish to perform dawn raids in cases of overdue library books. Swindon is due to be smote by God at the end of the week (he has decided to take a more hands-on role with Earth, to the effect that smitings are now a regular occurence).

Good grief, I’m exhausted just trying to explain the setup. Happily, Fforde does a far better job than I am doing. The book takes place over a week, and is set solely within the real world, rather than the BookWorld. There are heavy lashing of punning, the ridiculous, and some prodding at our society.

…so I took a seat at the counter and ordered a mocha and a marmalade on white from a very intense waitress who had clearly been thoroughly indoctrinated by the hyper-efficient Yo! Toast training.
‘Butter or margarine?’ she demanded.
‘Butter.’
‘Thin or thick cut?’
‘Thick.’
‘Orange or lime?’
‘Orange.’
‘Right,’ she said, and hurried off.

My toast arrived and I took a bite. It was excellent. Perfectly toasted, a hint of al dente about the crust, and a tangy blast of marmalade on an aftertaste of melted butter. It wasn’t difficult to see why toast had become the faddy buzz food of the noughties, with TV chefs falling over themselves to write entire books dripping with pretentious toast recipes – and a legion of critics who claimed that food chains like Yo! Toast were paying their staff too much, and criticised the lack of unsaturated fat and salt on the menu.

No more attempting to tell you what the book is about, more on telling whether I liked it. I did like it. (That didn’t take as long as I expected it to.) Fforde writes well, the imagery is good, the style is inventive, his use of the actual text as the joke (less so in this one than previous books–for example, a long unattributed dialogue which ends with a query from the characters as to which of them is speaking), and he is not afraid to let the characters progress. Subplots from previous books are wrapped up and dispensed with. Change is allowed to occur: characters die, politics within the universe of the novel change, new technologies develop. The writing and the setting are not stale.

Whilst it would be terribly helpful to have read the earlier novels in the series to appreciate some of the more subtle jokes, it’s not mandatory, and just jumping in with the seventh book would do no harm at all.

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