This is another book I thought could do with a revisit. I’ve only ever read it once, when it was first published, and although I enjoyed it, I felt it was written as a screenplay, Harris being fully aware prior to writing it, that it would be adapted into a film.
When the film was released, two things made me automatically dislike it upon first viewing. That Jodie Foster didn’t play Clarice Starling and more importantly, they grossly sanitised it and changed the entire ending.
If you haven’t read the book and have only seen the film, I’m not going to give any spoilers or even speak of the plot line. You really need to read the book but be warned, the ending really isn’t what’s in the film.
This was much maligned upon release. It’s intelligently written and despite the violence, it’s very elegant. However you can’t pretend it’s nothing more than blockbuster pulp fiction and to pretend it’s otherwise is ridiculous. Don’t go into it expecting high literature, it’s a book to devour in the space of no more than a week. But don’t be fooled into thinking it’s badly written fiction, it’s not. It’s engaging, thrilling writing capable of sending chills through you. Highly recommended.
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