For my
one word, I read Bedbugs by Ben H. Winters. It billed itself as a horror novel
but I would beg to differ. Everything moved very slowly and ordinarily for most
of the book. It didn’t earn the horror label until the last 30 or so pages
which was disappointing.
While
the pacing made sense, it felt like there was a slow subtle build-up like a
roller coaster and then dropped 500 feet for the last 30 pages. It’s great on a
theme park ride but not ideal for a book. It went from feeling a bit slow and
generic to an episode of criminal minds too quickly. While I loved the ending,
I don’t think Winters did the best job of getting there.
I
think this novel would translate very well into a visual medium. Film can do an
exquisite job of conveying the subtle malice that the reader must work to
translate from the page to the imagination. It would be easier to show the
tension brewing and how Susan feels targeted. If done correctly, I think a film
could do a better job with this story than the book.
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