Word: novelizations
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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That's the magic trick British Author William Boyd has managed in his fourth novel. He tells the life story of a rather prickly film director of genius, one John James Todd, and in doing so describes the making of Todd's silent masterpiece so clearly and vividly that the reader may feel he has seen the nonexistent epic. Titled The Confessions: Part I, it is the first film in a projected trilogy that is to be the realization of Todd's dreams. Imprisoned in Germany during World War I, he read Jean-Jacques Rousseau's Confessions, and it took...
...handle sudden stardom. But as the disheartening word spread backstage, the ensemble members realized that they might have to learn instead to handle sudden unemployment. Last week, less than 72 hours after it opened as the Broadway season's most opulent American musical, Carrie closed. Stephen King's 1974 novel about a tormented teenager with psychic powers became a best seller, then a multiple Oscar nominee as a 1976 movie. But onstage it set records of a different sort: losing more than $7 million made it Broadway's biggest failure ever. Said President Rocco Landesman of Jujamcyn Theaters, which invested...
...malicious, no," Capote explained in a letter to Susann's attorney, Louis Nizer, after she filed suit. Capote went on to praise Nizer's own letter to him as well written: "If only your client . . . had your sense of style!" Susann took this badly and caricatured Capote in her novel Dolores as Horatio Capon, a gossipy painter who resembled a "blondish...
...slim novel Capote produced at 23 was Other Voices, Other Rooms, which told of the painful growing up of a sensitive Southern child named Joel Knox, widely assumed to be a stand-in for the author. It was well written and convincingly atmospheric, with no word out of place. But what made Other Voices a sensation was an extravagantly campy photo of Capote on the dust jacket, reclining on a couch, wearing bangs and a look of degenerate satiation. His sexual orientation could not have been clearer if he had held a rose between his teeth...
...taken at his own estimation, though a large part of his writing (his 1957 New Yorker portrait of Marlon Brando is an overpraised example) was nothing more than good, smooth journalism. His pretense that the powerful and meticulously written In Cold Blood was something to be called a nonfiction novel demeaned both forms...