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Is the Screen Always Worse Than the Page?

Rachel Deahl -- August 26th, 2011

The critics have been rather unkind towards One Day (unfairly so, if you ask me), but all the hullabaloo about the tepidly-received adaptation of David Nicholls’s novel has made a favorite parlor game bubble to the surface: can movie versions of books ever compare to the original? (At NyMag.com many fans are talking about books that Hollywood shouldn’t touch;  The Atlantic took One Day as an opportunity to discuss some of the eternal problems with romance on screen.)

As Slate critic Dana Stevens noted in her (mostly positive reviews) of the current Graham Greene adaptation, Brighton Rock, there is “some pretty robust evidence” proving great literature does not usually become great films. Of course, as Stevens then goes onto explain, Graham Greene, and this thriller in particular, has proven unusually fertile ground for many filmmakers.

For awhile I had a theory that literary novels were the toughest to translate to film. Genre works—a dicey and tricky description in and of itself—were the way to go. This, I assumed, accounted for the fact that so many of my favorite science fiction films are based on Phillip K. Dick novels (Blade Runner, Minority Report, Total Recall); that a few of my favorite Hitchcock novels are based on Daphne Du Maurier works (Rebecca and The Birds); and that Anthony Minghella, a director who is no stranger to turning popular, bestselling literary works into films, was at his best working off of a Patricia Highsmith novel, with The Talented Mr. Ripley. (I should note, though, that anyone who watches Hollywood science fiction films has probably enjoyed something from Phillip K. Dick, given his all-over-the-map-ness in this area—the dude has well over 100 film credits to his name!)
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Will the Most Important ‘Housewife’ Get Real In His Book?

Rachel Deahl -- August 23rd, 2011

There’s always been something a little depressing, and a little fascinating, about Bravo’s Real Housewives franchise. The recent suicide of Russell Armstrong, fleeting cast member of The Real Housewives of Beverly Hills (and husband to full-fledged cast member Taylor Armstrong), got me thinking about why I’ve been watching the series for so long…and why I haven’t been able to fully turn away.

On some level I think it’s the Gatsby-esque quality of the show that’s kept me tuning in. Sure it’s crass, but the “real housewives” are strivers, just like Gatsby. While none of the Housewives are in search of something pure, like love—even the single ones admit the most important thing in a man is the size of his bank account—they are all searching. The Housewives feel like bastardized versions of Jimmy Gatz living the lifestyle of Jay Gatsby. (Gatsby, after all, did make the money he spent, even if he made it in an unsavory way.) This has been the brilliance of the Real Housewives and, while it didn’t take Russell Armstrong’s suicide to point it out, the fact that he hanged himself in a rental apartment after moving out of his McMansion in the midst of a dissolving marriage and a mounting pile of debt, certainly does highlight it.

I’ve watched more episodes of the Real Housewives than I care to admit, on and off, since the series launched in Orange County and began spinning off across the country–New York, Atlanta, New Jersey, DC. As the seasons wore on, and the “characters” became more shrill and despicable, the real joy of the show was watching these women—most of whom had married into new money—deal with the elephant in the room: they were going broke while they were getting paid to look rich. The irony! The hilarity! The anguish! It was a brilliant and lucky moment for Bravo, which had unknowingly tapped into the zeitgeist: it had a suite of reality shows about Americans who’d been living on easy credit and trumped-up housing values just as the bill was coming due.
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PW at the Movies: A Review of ‘One Day’

Rachel Deahl -- August 17th, 2011

I know what you’re thinking: PW stopped going to the movies! It’s a fair assumption-the last time we got all critical on a cinematic literary adaptation was, cough, 2010. But we have been going to the movies…and we’re still as critical as ever. We’ve kept you waiting too long so, without further ado, your favorite book-review-editing-and-news-covering-and-sometime-movie-reviewing duo, Rachel Deahl and Mike Harvkey, give you the skinny on One Day:

Rachel says: I have a love-hate relationship with romantic comedies. Love-hate might not even be the right term—it’s more Jekyll and Hyde. I love a cloying love story as much as the next gal, and I’ll watch drivel in the name of a decent meet-cute, but the bar with romantic comedies has been set so low that most genre offerings these days feel like an affront to female actresses and female viewers. Romantic comedies entered a dark age somewhere in between the time John Cusack ruined teenage girls for all other men in the 1980s as Lloyd Dobbler and Julia Roberts convinced us that hookers really could be carefree and downright buoyant, in the early ‘90s. That Hollywood has issues with women being funny—see the myriad stories about all the producers in Tinseltown who said Bridesmaids would never make a dime because it was headlined by an all-female cast and, gasp, features chicks doing such dude-like things as being sexually aggressive and flat-out gross—is one problem. The other problem seems to be laziness: if audiences already know what’s going to happen (boy meets girl/boy loses girl/boy regains girl) what’s the point of filling the gaps along the way with multi-dimensional characters or, you know, humor?

By the aforementioned standards, One Day, which some people might classify as a romance more than romantic comedy—I say it’s the latter—is a joy. It’s not terribly inventive, the plot device of following a friends-to-lovers couple over the same day for 20 years is particularly forced, but it works. The second feature from Random House Films (after the disappointing 2007 film Reservation Road), One Day, based on David Nicholls’s novel of the same name, shows a surprising amount of humor and depth.

British university classmates Emma (Anne Hathaway) and Dexter (Jim Sturgess) have a brush with a potential one-night stand on a boozy night after graduation but, instead, start a decades-long friendship that is always skirting the line between friendship and something more. As their lives diverge but continue to cross—the bookish and self-deprecating Emma blossoms while the womanizing Dexter slips into an indulgent life of drugs and B-list celebrity-dom—the snapshots provide a glimpse into the evolving relationship as well as the changing characters.

Although the structure is contrived, it sets a welcome pace. The jumping-around also offers a bit of relief for some unexpectedly dark, though also pat, episodes involving Dexter’s downward spiral.

Nicholls wrote the screenplay and one of the strongest elements of One Day is that, even at its most expected turns (and there are a few), it maintains an air of legitimacy through above-average dialogue and nuanced characters. One Day also does a fine job of subtly capturing the ‘80s and ‘90s, through a British prism. Director Lone Sherfig, who skillfully evoked the London of the ‘60s in An Education, ably brings us through the years of mix tapes, combat boots and coke without losing sight of her focus: Dexter and Emma.

Mike Says: Being a guy, though not necessarily a dude (or, yet, a man, sadly), I don’t really have a love-hate bond with the rom-com. Basically I ignore the genre entirely until the wheat separates naturally from the chaff and one movie more than all others simply must be seen this fall, spring, etc.—or I go all selfless and suggest to my wife that we see that nice fluffy flick playing around the corner, a flick she may have mentioned in passing, a flick that she will not exit crying at the horrors of humanity, as typically happens when I make selfish cinematic choices, as films like Taxi Driver, Reservoir Dogs, or The Killers are more my speed.

Thus, my take on One Day differs a bit from Rachel’s, though ultimately I agree: it works. Boy, does it work. It’s the Million Dollar Baby of Romantic Comedies; its efficacy simply won’t be denied. Resistance is futile. George Lucas once said, “Drama is easy. Grab a kitten, hold its head in a puddle,” or words to that effect. Love him, hate him, or both, he’s right, and it is this level of drama—and nuance—that One Day achieves. Which is fine. Not everything has to be subtle, deep, profound. The book wasn’t, and Lone Scherfig has captured its spirit in her medium. One Day is a Tragic Romance. A film told in a year at a time can’t capture subtlety; it’s simply not in its DNA. It exists to capture the big events, the major successes, the crushing defeats. Life! Catharsis means “to purge” and One Day is like an emotional Heimlich maneuver.

For me, it’s the details that make One Day break down (though it hardly matters). Why does Lone Scherfig continue to cast Americans to play Brits? In An Education, Peter Sarsgaard could actually speak the Queen’s English without looking like he’d just come from the dentist. He actually did a great job. The same can’t be said for Anne Hathaway, whose accent veers wildly and never seems to settle. And look, there’s Patricia Clarkson, doing it too, and achieving the same level of unease. Scherfig is Danish, not British, and like many outsiders, seems to lack the ear for the subtleties of the English accent. Finally, I simply don’t get Jim Sturgess. Why is he having such a great career? I’ve never seen him in anything where he didn’t appear to be acting. In The Way Back, Ed Harris swept the forest floor with him. He and Hathaway don’t really have much chemistry in One Day, which in any other film would be deadly; in One Day, which is more machine than film, we accept that the chemistry they obviously have is a foregone conclusion. Because it is.

Vintage has 265,000 copies the movie tie-in edition in print, and 400,000 copies of the non-tie-in edition.

Rachel Deahl is senior news editor at PW; Mike Harvkey is deputy reviews editor.

Hashtag of the Moment: #bookswithalettermissing

John A. Sellers -- August 2nd, 2011

As we post, Twitter’s more literary corners are having fun with the latest book-themed, procrastination-inducing hashtag, #bookswithalettermissing, which, with the stroke of a delete key, turns Dickens into an ill-conceived ice cream flavor (Liver Twist, courtesy of @NicholasPegg) and C.S. Lewis’s The Silver Chair into a meditation on aging, The Silver Hair (via @lisibo). Writers and publishers are getting in on the action, too. Kate Wilson, @NosyCrow, has offered such gems as The Collected Woks of William Shakespeare and Far from the Adding Crowd (“autobiography of an accountant-turned-smallholder”), and YA author Patrick Ness’s contributions include Homer’s The Ilia (“an epic poem about many pelvic bones”) and Joyce’s Portrait of the Artist as a Young Ma. Other favorites:

@tommydonbavand: Charlie and the Chocolate Factor
@CodeNameTanya: Notes on a Sandal
@angegarrod: Lady Chatterley’s Over
@Kari_Luana: Breaking DanNew Moo
@SteveSparshott: Laughterhouse-Five
@KBreathnach: Civilization and its Disco Tents
@Daracho: Naive Son

Got some of your own you’d like to share? Add ‘em in the comments, or join the fun on Twitter.

2011 Eisners: ‘Wilson,’ ‘Return of the Dapper Men’ Tie for Best Graphic Album!

Calvin Reid -- July 23rd, 2011

Drawn & Quarterly's Peggy Burns accepts Dan Clowes's Eisner for Wilson. Photos by J. Culkin

Although we didn’t get a confirmation, we don’t ever recall there being a tie for the winner of the Best Graphic Album-New award at the annual Will Eisner Comics Industry Awards, held Friday night at the Bayfront Hilton as part of the 2011 Comic-Con International. But that’s what happened.

Daniel Clowes’s Wilson (Drawn & Quarterly) and Jim McCann and Janet Lee’s Return of the Dapper Men (Archaia) ended up in a flat-footed tie for the big book prize that brings the awards event to a close.

Joyce Brabner (l.) and daughter Danielle at the induction of Harvey Pekar into the Eisner Hall of Fame

That was certainly a highlight moment of the comics industry’s big gala awards show, “the Oscars” or “The National Book Awards” of the comics industry depending on your preference for gala media events. But there were other captivating moments throughout the evening (an evening that clocked in at about 3 hours this year). Among them: Paul Levitz, former president and publisher of DC Comics, winning his first Eisner award (Best Comics-Related Book) for 75 years of DC Comics: The Art of Modern Mythmaking (Taschen); two trips to the podium by Fantagraphics publisher Kim Thompson to accept Eisners (Best U.S. edition of International Material and Best Reality-based Work) on behalf of French cartoonist Jacques Tardi; Fabio Moon and twin brother Gabiel Ba citing the comic book reading of their mom when they accepted their Eisner (Best Limited Series) for Daytripper (Vertigo); the pure screaming delight of Raina Telgemeier when she won (Best Publication for Teens) for Smile (Scholastic/Graphix) and the backslapping and boozy grins of Shannon Wheeler (Best Humor Publication) and his publisher Chip Mosher when Wheeler won for I Thought You Would be Funnier (Boom!).

Joyce Brabner and daughter Danielle were on stage for the induction of her late husband, the great autobiographical comics writer Harvey Pekar, into the Will Eisner Hall of Fame. Brabner also used the occasion to remind the audience of her Kickstarter.com campaign to raise funds to build a statue of Pekar in Cleveland and she outlined–in classic Brabner fashion–how she insisted on a statue that would truly represent the spirit of Harvey.

And we have to confess a moment of pride and connection at the induction of the great underground cartoonist and historian of the Texas Republic, Jack Jackson. For a brief moment in 2003-2004 I was the graphic novel editor at Reed Press, a short-lived trade publishing imprint at Reed Elsevier, and had the honor and privilege of somehow convincing Jackson (who was both skeptical and encouraging to me) into letting us reprint his classic work of graphic nonfiction Comanche Moon, the cover of which was used to illustrate Jackson’s induction into the Eisner Hall of Fame. He was a great cartoonist and an equally great and engaging historian and bringing that book back into print for a short while was without a doubt the highlight of my short career as a comics publisher.

Last and certainly not least, we’d like to send a shoutout to our colleague at PW Comics World, Heidi MacDonald, who was nominated for an Eisner (Best Comics-Related Periodical-Journalism) for her pioneering comics news and culture blog, The Beat. She didn’t win (congratulations to Comic Book Resources on their Eisner award) but she’s still a winner! For a complete list of Eisner winners go to the Comic-Con International Website.

The Book Inscription Project Lets You See Others’ Great Personal Inscriptions

Gabe Habash -- June 29th, 2011

People love buying used books because you feel like a part of something, a past that’s put its mark in the book’s pages and binding.

Most of the time, you don’t know exactly who else has read the book, unless you find some sort of inscription, which is where The Book Inscription Project comes in.

The blog collects the best personal inscriptions out there, letting us glimpse the lives of others in sometimes heartfelt, sometimes funny ways.

Take, for example, the inscription in Elliott Smith by Autumn de Wilde: For Tara, Because no one ever gave you a book with an inscription before, because you love photographs, because we are obsessed with Elliott, and because I’m in love with the world through the eyes of a girl. -Seth

Or the inscription in Ken Kesey’s One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest. It reads: MACK….IN A TIME OF NON HEROES AND ANTIHEROES, A TRUE HERO, A REAL MAN. I’M SURE YOU’LL LOVE HIM AS I DO. AFTER ALL, HOW CAN WE HELP BUT LOVE GOD?

Kind of makes us want to write in everything we have now. What shall we write in our copy of Smokin’ Seventeen?

Great Fake Film-to-Book Covers

Gabe Habash -- June 28th, 2011

The website Cover Browser is a rabbit hole for book lovers, nostalgia lovers, or even Americana lovers. With over 450,000 covers on the site, it’s easy to get caught in an infinite loop of arcane books, comics, and magazines.

To get you started, we’ll give you one of our personal favorites. User Spacesick has created 13 fake, wonderfully retro-looking book covers for imaginary film-to-book adaptations in a series called “I Can Read Movies.”

Our favorite is the Highlander cover, which manages to be both understated and badass.

This is a Book Bound in Human Skin

Gabe Habash -- June 23rd, 2011

Clicking around AbeBooks can lead you to some wonderful discoveries–first editions and rare books that you’d have a hard time finding anywhere else. But AbeBooks is good for something else: weird books.

Some examples: Electricity in Gynecology, Movie Stars in Bathtubs, and Smocks.

Of course, if that’s not your taste, you could invest in this. It’s a book bound in human skin.

Dust jacket not included.

The $9,000 book is from the estate of Joseph Sadony, a P.T. Barnum acrobat and friend of Gandhi who apparently championed man’s capability of snatching the world’s intuitive knowledge right out of the air. Born in 1877, Sadony could’ve either been a genius who predicted all the forms of wireless technology that we know today, or a crazy person. On the one hand, he aided the Air Force with aerodynamic research and corresponded with Einstein. On the other hand, he owned a human skin book.

No word yet on exactly what “very good” condition entails. Or if that Spanish title translates to English as “Necronomicon.”

Read Faster with Spreeder

Gabe Habash -- June 22nd, 2011

Having a tough time slogging through your bedside copy of the Pentagon Papers? Well, Spreeder is here to help you read all about our Indochina activities at a much faster rate.

It works like this: just copy+paste your text into the box on the website, and Spreeder will automatically convert the text into a file that flashes the words, one at a time, on the screen. The speed is variable (the default is 300 wpm), and the goal is to keep raising your rate in order to “silence subvocalization.”

According to Spreeder, most of us read at about 200 wpm, because that’s as fast as we can read a passage out loud. We have our inner-voice (in a literal sense, not in a Jiminy Cricket sense) constantly saying the words to us while we read them. By throwing words at you faster than your voice can speak them, the act of reading simply becomes a visual experience, and the human eye is very adept at processing information quickly.

So, really, there’s no excuse left for you not to read all that the National Archives has to offer. It’s what all responsible, informed Americans do.