So as you know, I’ve seen the movie. And now I’m reading the book.
At first, I was a little worried. It isn’t in me to like a movie better than the book it was inspired by. Yet for the first couple of chapters I was soooo there. I was genuinely concerned, as I take preferring a movie over its book to be a sign of mental degeneration.
But I’m over halfway through. I’ve gotten over that passage where Christopher Buckley’s narrator describes black women as “insatiable”. (Yay stereotypes!!) I no longer picture Aaron Eckhart every time Nick Naylor speaks. Which is a bit of a shame…
*sigh*
Nevertheless. As books go, TYFS is a good novel. I don’t find it as hilarious as Lamb. It possesses more of a glib kind of–at times subtle–humor. I like it.
Meanwhile, I’m curious about Jason Reitman and the writing process. Although basically the same, I find the novel very different from the movie. That’s not necessarily a bad thing. Just an observation.
