Ramblings, observations, and lessons of a man who started curious, turned pirate, and is fully in love with water and sailing upon it. These are the records of a scoundrel who lives for wooden boats, music, rum, ale, and all things shiny.
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Showing posts with label Michael Crichton. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Michael Crichton. Show all posts
Friday, July 22, 2011
Michael Crichton's Pirate Latitudes
A few admissions right off the bat. I am NOT a fan of Michael Crichton. I loved the movie Jurassic Park, because I was a complete nut about dinosaurs when I was maybe 6, but I tried to read the novel and didn't get very far. "Techno-thrillers," what Crichton was famous for, are not really my thing, although on Zanne's recommendation I did (mostly) read Greg Bear's Darwin's Radio and was completely sucked in. So when Pirate Latitudes was discovered on Crichton's hard drive and published posthumously in 2009, it for me was not something to pick up because it was Crichton: I picked it up because it was a massively publicized pirate novel I felt I should give a chance. I finally got around to reading it, and I have to say I enjoyed it. I have a tendency whenever I read fiction to translate it into a movie in my brain. I did it when I read Powers' On Stranger Tides, although I knew that by the time it became a Pirates of the Caribbean movie probably little would remain of the source. That turned out to be true. With Pirate Latitudes, however, the idea of thinking about it as a film was completely obvious: Crichton's ubiquitous adapter, Hollywood behemoth Steven Spielberg, had the rights almost as soon as the book was in existence. So, here's the query: Will it work, and how?
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