Martha Rechkemmer Rechkemmer din Arıkaya, 26850 Arıkaya/Alpu/Eskişehir, Turcia
I wasnt liking it. Like Toamto Red, the characters, the locations were maybe just too foreign and i wasnt connecting with them. Some of it was interesting but at the end I just felt empty of any real sympathy or empathy. Then I saw the movie, and its utter abandonment of the finer details about the novel that I had liked -- the weather [oh, how they could have used the weather!]; Ree's preference for skirts and her coat; the details of her eye; Teardrop's face; the army; and the drugs, especially the drugs, which gave the novel a rawer edge, a sense of motion and tension, heighened fear of the characters, an underlying whiff of permanent, utter danger-- were missing, flattening the storyline, making me care even less if that's possible, and leaving me searching for the details even as I saw they were not going to be there. The movie made me realize that there had been parts about the book I really had latched onto, let in, absorbed. The devil is in Woodrell's details, but the god of prose is too, I suppose.