by Robert Harris
Like most book lovers, I prefer to read the book first, then see the movie. But I was anxious to see director Roman Polanski’s version of Robert Harris’s thriller (retitled The Ghost Writer for the film), so this time I reversed the process. I don’t recommend doing so.
Although the novel is very good, the movie’s images kept implanting themselves in my brain as I read. I kept wondering, “Was this scene cut from the film?” or “Who played this character?” It’s more satisfying to read the book, create your own mental pictures, and then see them played out on the big screen. But never mind the movie. Harris’s The Ghost, as Stephen King put it, has “got the goods.”
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