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.
The latest book by the author of The Kite Runner reads like a collection of short stories, but they are all interconnected. The link between stories isn’t always immediately apparent and there are some diversions that take the reader far from Kabul, and sometimes confusingly so (the detour to Greece was interesting, but a bit disconnected from the rest of the storyline, I thought). There were some great narratives—one in particular that I think was worth the whole of the book— a story about Afghani-American cousins, Idris and Timur, who return to Kabul to attempt to regain an ancestral home, abandoned after the Soviet invasion. While Timur goes out and carouses and flaunts his American wealth, Idris spends most of his time showing charity to a young girl in hospital, a victim of an unspeakable act of violence which leaves her in need of surgery in a western nation. Idris, himself a doctor, promises to arrange the needed medical intervention, but when he returns to the US, the...

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