Nov 11 2008
A classic tale of true love and high adventure
I finished The Princess Bride a couple of days, the book from which they made the film. I don’t remember much about the film. I tried to find it recently in HMV but it wasn’t there. A lot of other rubbish, but not The Princess Bride. Inconceivable, I know.
I was prompted to buy the book because of a conversation in the pub (it is always the way — pub conversations are the cause of most things, I think) a month or so ago. The interesting thing, I was told after the fourth glass of wine, was that the author of the book doesn’t exist. He is entirely made up by the person who is abridging the book. The abridgement, in fact, is a witty excuse to write a naive and effortlessly silly tale of derring-do — or as they would have it, “true love and high adventure”.
In this respect the book is just like the film, so if you loved that why not check out the book? If you like, you can imagine it being narrated by Peter Falk, or someone else entirely.
If you’ve not seen the film, what more can I say to convince you? It’s whimsical, exciting, comical and dastardly. You can’t really fit much more in 300 pages.
Inconceivable!