Showing posts with label james m. cain. Show all posts
Showing posts with label james m. cain. Show all posts

Thursday, January 3, 2013

Ten Best Books I Read in 2012

10.

A stay-up-all-night thriller that turns very, very tragic.

9.

A forgotten thriller that should be re-issued it's so timely. This is essentially what would happen if the tea party decided to really use all those guns.

8.

Far sicker and crueler than the film version. I'm just staring to read all of Cain and he is pretty masterful.

7.

Really called The Hunter, and one of the best anti-heroes in all of literature.

6.

A novel about a sane man spiraling into alcoholism and adultery. As scary as any thriller.

5. 

Another cold and clever marriage thriller.

4. 

It poses as a spy novel but it's ultimately about writing, love, and autobiography. I, for one, loved the big twist.

3.
"When all of us are forgotten, people will still be remembering Stephen King," Leslie Fiedler. This one will make a very good TV show (I believe it's in the works).

2.

One of the saddest books I've ever read. The chronicle of a mediocre life.

1.

I'm picking Mother's Milk, but this is really just a stand-in for the first four Patrick Melrose novels. I read them in one big gulp, alternately horrified and amused. St. Aubyn has got to be the best novelist in England right now.





Saturday, October 27, 2012

Double Indemnity


The book, by James M. Cain, like the movie, is close to perfection. If I were teaching a course on adapting novels into screenplays, I would use this book and the Billy Wilder film. There are a lot of similarities, especially the voice of Walter Huff, the murderous insurance salesman (Walter Neff in the film), but there are many differences as well. Co-writers Wilder and Raymond Chandler came up with a much more cinematic ending for the story, but there best addition was to beef up the friendship between Walter Neff and Keyes, the claims investigator played by Edward G. Robinson.


Where the book is better is the characterization of Phyllis Nirdlinger (Dietrichson in the film), especially toward the end, when her crazed psychotic side comes out. It wouldn't have fit in the original film version, but it was superbly creepy in the book. 


The copy I have, and the copy I read, is the Signet books version pictured above. It's from the 1950s, after the film came out, and what's funny about the cover art is that it is a scene that is taken from the movie that never happens in the book. Maybe the cover artist was like a kid who has to read The Great Gatsby for class and sees the movie instead. It's not a tie-in book, either, and if you look at the picture closely, it's clear that Keyes looks like a slimmer version of Edward G. Robinson, Walter looks like a red-headed version of Fred MacMurray, and Phyllis doesn't look remotely like Barbara Stanwyck.