You read a novel that you liked a lot, to the point of reading it again. You are looking for the original edition because it was a translation and you want to go back to it. You give it away several times and you recommend it effusively. You discuss the ending with other readers and see that it allows for more than one interpretation. And you are happy. Until you find out that there is a film version and that it has also been nominated for the Oscars, then you start to suffer. It's about the movie
A small novel in length but with great depth, which narrates in the first person the stay of a girl with some relatives in rural Ireland because she is a nuisance at home. She had a mixture of curiosity and distrust to know how that girl's thoughts would be transferred to the screen when she arrives at the new farm, where everything is cleaner, more abundant and affectionate: “There is space here, and time to think. Maybe there's even money to spare." And she becomes aware that it will only be a temporary reception: “I am at a point where I can neither be what I am forever nor become what I could be”.
Apart from making this journey of knowledge and new sensations with the girl, the reader creates an image. Not exactly a reproducible portrait, but something more ethereal. It seems to me that the reading imagination manages to be more real than the face that someone has chosen for the cinema, although it seems a paradox. When reading, we create a portrait of a girl without makeup or spotlights that illuminate the good side of her.
Despite the initial reluctance, I must say that the version is fully faithful to the text and that for many of the thoughts that are read are so transparent ("I feel that I am missing many words, but this is a new place and I need new words"), they have known Find good resources to convey your spirit. All in all, I felt bad that they wasted a detail of the atmosphere of the wake of a deceased. "Some of the men sit around the coffin, and the part that is closed is used to support the glasses." You don't see the glasses of stout on the coffin in the film, an image from the book that stuck with me.