During the lead-up to the Oscars we try to see the candidate movies for the
best picture award. This year I think we
saw all except Mad Max. I quite enjoyed
Brooklyn with actress Saoirse
Ronan
(Atonement and wanted to read the book. It’s sort of an old-timey BBC
period piece of a movie, set in the 1950s when jobs were scare in
Ireland and many took the trans-Atlantic route to NYC for better
prospects. Nick Hornby (About a Boy, A Long Way Down, Juliet Naked)
wrote the screenplay based on Tóibín's book. I
really enjoyed the story and, and wondered if the book would be a bit
different. The tone was mostly the same,
but there were small differences in plot development, more exposition possible
in a book rather than a two hour film. I
enjoyed the movie, and enjoyed the book similarly. I know it’s unorthodox to watch the film before reading the book, but it can frequently be rewarding.
A woman viciously murders her seemingly doting husband. We meet up with her several years later in a mental facility, where a therapist tries to get her to speak and to reveal her story. Who is innocent and who is the victim? The answer isn’t straightforward. The resolution to the novel features a real twist that will have the reader questioning the chronology of the different narrative threads in the book. A real page-turner.

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