There is always a worry
that a TV adaptation of a favoured book may not only disappoint but somehow
taint the enjoyment of the original work, and the more the book was enjoyed the
greater the worry, which is probably why I delayed watching the recording of
Iain Banks’ Stonemouth, but tonight I took the plunge and fortunately found the
BBC production good enough to bring back to mind (if not, due to time
constraints, fully replicate) the excellence of the book; similarly spot-on was
last night’s initial episode of Sadie Jones’ dark novel The Outcast, which I
did watch as broadcast, perhaps reflecting a lower level of attachment to the
book.
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