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The Morality of Adaptations

24 Jul

I went to lecture a few months ago. Optionally. Yes, I am that cool.

But honestly, it was good. As part of the celebrations for the bicentennial of the birth of Charles Dickens, the ESU (English Speaking Union) held a “Great Dickens Debate”, which involved 2 lectures and then 2 debates based on those lectures afterwards.

The one that stuck in my mind was the debate on adaptations-whether they’re morally right, what the “allowable” level of change to an original source is, etc. I was put on the side arguing for them-an argument which involved many references to Sherlock, and some mention of how Shakespeare took nearly all of his stories from somewhere.

The reason that I’m reflecting on this now is mainly that next year, for A Level English Literature Coursework, I’m doing Victorian Literature. I made a start on it in about May, and so far I’ve read Villette, and half of North and South (I love Victorian Literature, so I’ve already read a few on the book list, luckily). But it is taking me a long time. Really long; I always have about 5 books on the go but I feel as though I’ve had some of these on the burner for years already. It’s been my experience that you have to work your way into some of them (no jokes, please), and wait for them to bite you (that one you can have) but it’s getting ridiculous.

And so my mind, trained in technology to find a shortcut for everything, thought-why not just watch the adaptations? I mean, they’ll give you a good picture of the book, and be considerably quicker than reading it. At least, some, anyway-I’m not sure how many years I’d need for the 2005 Bleak House. But it won’t be the same. And I know it won’t be the same. For example, at Christmas I watched Great Expectations, the BBC adaptation. And it was brilliant-but it didn’t touch the brilliance of the book. I realise they had to cut it down for TV, but there were bits I would have loved to see in it. Mainly Biddy. And Pip was too handsome (if such a thing can be). It was fantastic-but I’m glad I read the book as well.

Anyone else ave an opinion on adaptations, Dickens or not? (Although having said that, a lot of them do seem to be Dickens…good thing?)

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Playlist of Life #2

18 Jul

I have a slight confession to make.

At times, I can be a chart snob.

I have friends who are worse, and to be fair, in this case there was some justification. Not that it really matters, because I only hurt myself by not listening to this amazing song earlier. I’ve had it on repeat for the last few days (mainly while writing) because it’s just so catchy. This is music at its best-simple melody, meaningful lyrics, and addictive beat.

I hope you love this song as much as I do.

Incidental Poetry

17 Jul

So as a result of too much free time and the determination to use Sky Atlantic before it gets cancelled, I have become addicted to The X Files. As should be partly obvious, I was too young to watch it when it first came out, but I’m making up for lost time (finished Series 1, partway through Series 2). And while I was watching clips on YouTube (the bloopers are hilarious), I came across this, and-not to be too cheesy-it spoke to me in such a way that I thought I really had to post it.

And here are the words:

Grief squeezed at her eggshell heart.
Like it might break into a thousand pieces.
Its contents running like broken promises
into the hollow places his love used to fill.
How could she know this pain would end?
That love, unlike matter or energy,
was in endless supply in the universe…
A germ which grows from nothingness
which cannot be eradicated even from the darkest of hearts.
If she had known this, and who could say she would believe it?
She would not have chanced to remain at his sad grave
until such an hour so that she might not have to learn the second truth before the first:
That to have love was to carry a vessel that could be lost or stolen
or worse, spilled blood-red on the ground.
And that love was not immutable and could become hate as day
becomes night as life becomes death.

Bennet Blogging

9 Jul

I know a lot of people have already heard of the particular theme of today’s post, but I just couldn’t resist posting on it, following on the theme of books begun yesterday!

The particular theme is, of course, The Lizzie Bennet Diaries. Essentially, this is a vlog (video blog) done by a modern day Lizzie Bennet. It was created by Hank Green and Bernie Sue, and it is amazing. Honestly, the characters are so well adapted that sometimes you forget the source (sorry Jane Austen). It’s so realistic that there are hundreds of YouTube comments saying things like “OMG THIS IS A BOOK?!?” and “what’s this pride and prejudice people keep mentioning?”. I sincerely hope they’re joking; from the volume I doubt it.

But honestly, go and watch the videos. They post two a week (Mondays and Thursdays, I may be a little obsessed), and they are so brilliant. Next week we finally get to see Bing Lee (Yes, Bingley)! My favourite it Kitty-who has been transformed into Lydia’s adoring cat. The subtext was always there really.

 

I went to a lecture a few months ago on adapting classic works for a modern audience, and although I wasn’t too sure on the conclusion of that lecture, these videos really have convinced me that when done well, with this level of sensitivity and wit, it can rejuvenate the book. So go and watch the first one (and enjoy the adorbs. You’ll get it later)

Blog iVersary and Book Binges

8 Jul

1 Week old!

I’d be lying if I said that I never thought I’d have a blog this long. But it would be painfully truthful I I said that I expected to have lost hope completely in my blog after 3 days. So to be celebrating a week is a very happy thing! (No cake though…)

Anyway, on a completely different note, as you may be able to tell from the title, I went on a book buying spree yesterday.  All the books are for school, (except the Poe, that’s for fun), and 2 of them I’ve already read but had no copy. Penguin have recently started a new range of editions, called Penguin English Classics. And they have the most beautiful covers ever.  But they don’t have introductions and I am using them for school so…I only got 2. Honestly, when I got home with them I just took them out and stared for about 5 minutes.  Waterstones have been bombarding me with emails about them; what was I meant to do? Resist?

I look forward to reading those I haven’t already read, and hopefully I’ll post reviews once I’m done!