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Thomas Harris is probably the George Lucas of books

Reading Thru the Night just posted about Hannibal, which reminded me I've read ALL THOSE DAMN BOOKS. Except Hannibal Rising. So really just Red Dragon, Silence of the Lambs, and Hannibal. And I got some Thomas Harris feelings.

But first let's take a moment to appreciate Jennifer
Morrison's arms in this week's ep of Once Upon a Time

So I read Silence of the Lambs concurrently with Mrs Dalloway when I was 19, and omg guess which one I liked better? Hint: it wasn't the one whose style is described as "complex, psychological, intricate, and dense." It was more the one with the guy making a fleshcoat (ewwwww). Because Silence of the Lambs is awesome, ok? It is awesome. Red Dragon's kind of meh, because no Starling, and Hannibal is fricking weird because man-eating pigs (although I guess Grapes of Wrath has proved that correct, holy shit), and also -- SPOILERS BUT WHATEVS BECAUSE I DON'T ACCEPT HANNIBAL AS CANON -- Starling's career sucks and she basically has nothing to lose and the book for reals ships her with Lecter, and no.  

I ship everything. Except on 30 Rock. And even there, I shipped Jack and C.C. (still not over that). So yeah, I was for a while like "Hey, I can get into this weirdass vibe between Lecter and Starling, sure." But then I saw clips from the movie Hannibal, which Jodie Foster REFUSED TO MAKE because she thought it wasn't in character and -- yeah. Accurate. The person we see Clarice Starling as in Silence is so far removed from how she is in Hannibal, and zis, I cannot accept. And also Starling should never marry anyone, because she is Agent Clarice Starling: Independent Woman and Resident Southern Badass.

So Red Dragon: not terrible, and with a bunch of William Blake references if he's your jam. By the way, Wikipedia informs me that William Blake used to wear a Phrygian cap, which is THE GREATEST HAT and I think we should all wear them:



Phrygia's lasting
contribution to society

Wikipedia also says he probably never met Mary Wollstonecraft, so there goes my hastily planned Blake/Wollstonecraft fanfic. "What if they checked into a hotel and the hotel only had ONE room available. Watch sexual tension flare as they discuss the Progress of Man and the emerging middle class while wearing sexy nightcaps."

Fun fact: I've never watched the entirety of the film Silence of the Lambs, because I've been assured it's way too gross. So every time I've seen it, it's been edited for tv. I feel like that's enough. I don't need to see that guy's face cut off or whatever. 


Let me double check...no, I'm good.

I re-read Silence a couple years ago and it was STILL great. So you should read that, and ignore sequels/prequels. And also someone photoshop me a pic of William Blake and Mary Wollstonecraft making out.

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