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Novice
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Joined 2006-05-30
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I suppose it depends on the novel, yes? Imagine Peace Like A River in film, and if done exquisitely well it could work; we could see the world through the eyes of the boy who is the teller of the story, and see the frailty and nobility and sin and redemption he sees, feel the love for his brother and sister and father, watch his brother change from beginning to end. But A Death in the Family, which was made into a film, simply isn’t the same work when transformed. Its prose is like an unbearably sweet and mournful song that we can only take into our hearts for moments at a time. At best the actors could read for us the words, but they cannot improve on them with their acting, because it is the prose that makes this novel such a lovely creation.
If we believe beautiful art has beauty because it seeks truth, and that man can only, in his imperfection, express truth in rare and God-filled moments, then it’s probably the case that the truth a novel seeks to illuminate can have light shed on it from different angles when it is transformed into a film. But I think Burgess suggests that the end is the story, and this is where he is wrong. The end is the truth, or perhaps I should say Truth, and the only question when we compare its rendering in novel, film, poem, song, or softly whispered story, is whether the imperfect telling—for the telling will always be imperfect—brings us closer to Truth.
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