Friday, August 18, 2017

A monster calls - one of the saddest stories I've ever read

But what is a dream, Conor O’Malley? The monster said, bending down so its face was close to Conor’s. Who is to say that it is not everything else that is the dream?
When Amir, the grey, cold-hearted, King of Sarcasm I have for a friend said that he actually cried watching a movie, I knew I had to watch it too. (I mean this is someone who didn’t swallow a single sob watching Hodor’s back-story) After I finished watching it, I had to read the book. Half-way through the movie, I was sniveling like a baby, trying to hide how terrible I looked because Amir was sitting right beside me probably not feeling very great himself. The story is a dark fantasy with an element of magical realism presented with engrossing tale(s). 
13-year old Conor O’Malley’s mum is sick, in the way that has left her head hairless, delicate and vulnerable, and makes her very, very tired.  He gets a nightmare, consistently so, and so when the ancient yew tree in the old cemetery above his house comes walking at his window at midnight, wood creaking and groaning, the branches twisting and yawning, Conor is somewhat disappointed. He had seen worse. Besides, this monster only wants to tell him stories. Stories. Three of them. And when he has finished with his three tales from when he walked before,
 You will tell me a fourth, the monster repeated, and it will be the truth. Not just any truth, your truth.
The movie adaptation is not a disappointment. They have made the monster come alive in all the right ways, and the actors are incredibly convincing, especially the lead actor Lewis MacDougall. The movie very closely follows the book, almost all the lines right off the book. That is rare, and it was possible maybe because being a children’s book this wasn’t the longest novel to turn in to a screenplay.     
A sadder story though is the idea actually belonged to another author, Siobhan Dowd, whose premature death didn’t allow her to write it herself. The author of the book Patrick Ness had never met Dowd although they had common editor, and so when Ness was asked to write the book after Dowd’s death, he did.   

Note: Yew trees are slow-growing, long-lived trees with poisonous leaves and contain certain compounds that act as anti-cancer agents. 

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