Friday, August 10, 2007


The movie adaptation of Neil Gaiman's Stardust opens today. Now, many fans of Mr. Gaiman were looking forward to a Good Omens movie, or a Death: The High Cost of Living movie. Me, I have always wanted a Stardust movie.

There's a battered paperback edition of Stardust on my bookshelf. It has hopped islands in Japan and criss-crossed the Pacific Ocean. It has braved the long drive between Kamloops and Los Angeles. All of this, because seeing that book tells me I'm home.

I've lost track of how many times I've read it. If it had been bound in leather, I imagine it would be one of those wonderful old volumes whose cover is soft and worn, and their gold-leaf title just beginning to fade. Paperbacks show age more readily—its corners are weathered, its cutout cover is tearing, and its spine is heavily creased. There may even be certain pages dotted with tiny yellow circles from when my friend was eating ramen while reading in Niihama.

Every time I read this book, I find something that delights me—a descriptive phrase that I wish I'd written, or a witty comment that makes me smile. Each reading reminds me how great of an influence this book has had on my own writing. I can, unquestioningly, declare that it is my favorite book.

Now, I'm finally getting that movie I wanted. A little over a month early, but still the perfect birthday gift.

1 comment:

Rachel said...

I don't know if you've been keeping track on Neil Gaiman's blog, but he said so far people said it's much better than the trailers. The professional critics love Pfeiffer but aren't comfortable with DeNiro while the regular audience (those who really count) like Pfeiffer and adore DeNiro. That's all I know about that.