I was 12 when Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone, the movie, was announced. It was the year 2001, and only four of the seven books in the series had been published — all four of which I had read, re-read and loved, much before there were talks of taking the novel to the big screen. There were only a few friends in school who had read the series, and once we got tired of discussing the books, we would stalk fan websites to get our fill of anything and everything related to Harry Potter. When the films were announced, I faithfully followed the hype, developed a rather premature crush on Daniel Radcliffe and watched the film within a week of its release.
In the following few weeks at school, it seemed like everyone knew about Harry Potter; the characters weren’t exclusive to the few of us anymore. That is when I developed a condescension then towards the “haven’t read the book but I’ve watched the movie” type of people. This condescension didn’t last too long though — I am now one of them.
Any literature, when adapted well for the screen, is a joy to watch for those who are already familiar with the story, but even more so for those who aren’t. Hilary Mantel’s award-winning Wolf Hall trilogy has been on my “to-read” list for a very long time now. This year, BBC adapted the books into a six-episode mini-series for television.
You can read the rest of my column on BBC's Wolf Hall for The Hindu Metroplus, here.