How this bit of news reported in the Guardian Unlimited web site escaped my attention is beyond me, but regardless, I’m still in shock and still fuming about it.
Like most bibliophiles, I am constantly railing about the horrible movie adaptations that are made from beloved books. Half of the time I’m left wondering if anyone involved with the movie bothered to read the book. But when it comes to turning one of my most favorite books ever into some big time production then that’s serious.
Love in the Time of Cholera by Gabriel García Márquez is the only book I’ve read several times. The writing is electrifying and lyrical, and I simply cannot imagine this story being turned into a movie. I have seen Florentino and Fermina in my mind, and no big-screen movie star will ever compare.
I don’t care if they have my favorite actors in it, and who knows, maybe it won’t even get made, but all I know is that I don’t want any part of it.
What I do know is that I’ll be running out to get more copies of this book before we are inundated with the inevitable movie-tie-in cover art.
