“On The Road” will be directed by Walter Salles, who I believe is a very talented film-maker.
RAYUELA by Cortazar
Charlie Kaufman, please do it.
The Alexandria Quartet by Durrel… someone made Justine I think but it was awful… The landscapes depiction by Durrell is a major gift for any cinematographer. And it should be a tetralogy of course.
Money by Martin Amis
Rushdie’s Satanic Verses
Delillo’s White Noise
Tim O’Brien’s The Things They Carried
Philip Roth’s American Pastoral
Robert Stone’s Dog Soldiers
Ellison’s Invisible Man
Rushdie’s Satanic Verses
Delillo’s White Noise
Tim O’Brien’s The Things They Carried
Rushdie’s Satanic Verses
Delillo’s White Noise
Tim O’Brien’s The Things They Carried
I’ll second Kiss Me, Judas and the rest of Will Christopher Baer’s Phineas Poe trilogy.
The Alienist (Caleb Carr)
I’m not sure if i would want all of my favorite books turned into movies.
Catcher in the Rye would be a terrible mess if they made it into a movie, unless they had a constant voice-over or something of that sort.
I heard a while ago that the guy who wrote The Perks of Being a Wallflower was making it into a screenplay.
That would be awful. The book is a bunch of letters for pete’s sake.
On the other hand, I think Slaughterhouse-Five could be adapted into a great movie.
I think there is an older film made from it, but i would like to see a newer attempt.
I also would like to see some more Bukowski books turned into movies.
The View from Pompey’s Head
On Heroes and Tombs
Never Come Morning
Town and the City
Men Without Women
Solomon’s Vineyard
Point of No Return
Tender is the Night
I know a lot of people wants to see “The Catcher in the Rye” done as a film, but many will dislike it even without seeing it.
Maybe it’s true that it is an unfilmable book. I for one don’t want it done, but I would watch it anyways.
INFINITE JEST by David Foster Wallace. A great novel that has not been turned into a film, and I hope and pray it never is.
EMPIRE OF THE SUN by J. G. Ballard. A great novel that has been turned into a film so bad that I just won’t acknowledge that it even exists.
In the 1980s, Fellini was ready to direct an adaptation of the “Divine Comedy” (Inferno, Purgatorio, Paradiso) of Dante Alighieri, but the RAI TV (the only national broadcasting company in Italy) deleted the project due to fund-raising problems…
No Pynchon. It’s unfilmable.
Does a movie-adaptation of Jack Kerouac’s “On the Road” exist? :)
gk chesterton – the man who was thursday
http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1320279/
Anthem- Ayn Rand
American Gods by Neil Gaiman. Definitely suitable at this period of time.
The Sword of Shannara (Terry Brooks)
The Sword of Shannara (Terry Brooks)
The Sword of Shannara (Terry Brooks)
Octavian Nothing
Alfredo: In case you didn’t know, Fred Haines made a version of this in 1974 – not perfect, but not bad either. Max von Sydow plays Steppenwolf.
Cities of the Red Night
Nabokov’s Pale Fire.
Remainder- Tom McCarthy
Atlas Shrugged- Ayn Rand
The Master and Magarita- Mikhail Bulgakov
The Silver Castle by Clive James. Makes Slumdog Millionaire’s tale quite plain.
From an editorial review:
A fable about India’s vast misery amid its pockets of affluence falls uneasily between modern fairy tale and acid social satire. The metamorphosis of its winsome, cunning protagonist, Sanjay, from street urchin in Bombay’s slums to Bollywood film star and back again to beggar is believable enough. Writing like an empathetic cultural anthropologist, James tracks Sanjay through successive phases: runaway from a physically abusive family; gang member; boy prostitute catering to male tourists; movie stuntman; bodyguard to a leading lady named Miranda. A critic and popular BBC talk-show host, James is, as usual, an urbane, digressive guide through the Third World’s maze of customs, superstition and self-defeating fatalism, and there are flashes of Voltairean wit. But he overdoes the cocktail-party and filmic chatter, and the satire of India’s escapist movie industry palls and the steamy accounts of Sanjay’s affairs with sexually voracious Miranda and with previous girlfriends cannot help but seem meretricious, stuck as they are in the middle of this nobly intentioned if not always successful look at the misery hidden underneath India’s much-touted economic boom.
Rich Uncle Skeleton
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