A book that I had on my “maybe”
list for years, chiefly because I thought it would have been very faithful to
the movie. Turns out, the plot is way more intricate (as is often the case) as
is the development of the narration.
But did I like the book better
than the movie? Not really – while the character of Kip, the Indian sapper, is
so much more interesting and developed than in the film, everyone else seems to
talk simply too poetically for me (or maybe I’m just heartless). I had probably read In the Skin of a Lion at a much different point in my life, but I found that novel to be much more interesting of its successor (possibly also because it dealt with a Canadian past I was extremely fascinated by).
It is clearly
a good and interesting book, but, even in the confusion of an Italian villa
half-destroyed by the Second World War, it’s all a bit too idyllic.Less poetry, more crude prose,
and the book would have been worthy of a 9-Oscar movie.
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