I always feel uneasy reading books on the Holocaust, World War II, the aftermath of the crimes of war for example. Schindler's Ark was one of them. A true story, this book was published as a memoir of Oskar Schindler and also corroborated with accounts from all the people he helped. I started this book early in March but it took me a whole six months before i could finally manage to power through the horrors of the Holocaust that are mentioned in this book. To refer to my favorite trope (as mentioned in my previous blog post) I have positively compared both the books and the movie and I am strongly of the opinion that the book was way better. The movie glorified the genius of Oskar Schindler, his killer charm, his stomach for strong spirits and the undeniable businessman who came to Krakow to make a few quick bucks in business. The movies have painted him as a savior, an unblemished entity that protects them from the horrors of the Holocaust and the Nazi oppression. In reality
My copy of SOTL Anybody else have this annoying habit of watching a movie and then trying to find out whether it is based on a book and then obsessively reading said book and comparing minute details over how the movie deviated from the books? Or are you the original hipsters who have thoroughly read the book and go watch the movie just so that you can “tsk” “tsk” at every deviated plot-line and every omitted character? Yes, I can hear you Harry Potter fans yelling from the corner! Yes, I agree with you, the books were better. Silence of the lambs, I should call it a cult masterpiece as far as thrillers are concerned. Both the book and the movie take on the story in parallel paths, both amazing and totally justified but why do I praise the movie so much? Well, one does not simply watch “Silence of the Lambs” and not fall in love with Anthony Hopkins’ portrayal of Hannibal Lecter aka Hannibal the Cannibal. Jodie Foster is brilliant as Clarice Starling, the rookie detectiv