French; feminine noun
1. (entomology) caterpillar
2. (mechanical) caterpillar
3. (textiles) chenille
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Category Archives: Book vs. film
I have a great deal of respect for Audrey Niffenegger, the author of the book The Time Traveler’s Wife. She wrote a book about time travel with a fresh perspective and a real soul. I cried at the end of that book, and I wished it wasn’t over. It wasn’t noble of me, and maybe the writing doesn’t have the timeless quality of say, Jane Austen, but that book is nothing if not heart-wrenching. Continue reading
I admit it: I found out about Janet Fitch from HBO or one of those television movie channels. I happened upon the movie White Oleander during a lazy afternoon and wound up watching the whole thing through — only to discover during the credits that there was a book. Continue reading
After I read Everything is Illuminated, I wondered how the movie would be. I had seen previews to make me wonder if maybe it looked only at the lighter side of the book, and whether it ignored anything.
This has nothing to do with anything, but while I was watchin Everything is Illuminated, this little squirrel was sitting on the branch outside my window watching me like a cute little squirrel spy.
And the truth is, it does. It pretty much never tells us the story of Brod and very little of the story of the character (not necessarily the author) Jonathan Safran Foer’s ancestors. In fact, the river, which plays a large part in the book, is hardly explained at all in the movie version. Yet for whatever reason, Jonathan decides to gather silt from the river and give it to Alex’s grandfather anyway. (Oh, he knows.) Continue reading