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Ian Crouch

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What makes an adaptation good? The New Yorker movie critic Richard Brody tackled the question earlier this week, as arguments about Christopher Nolan’s fidelity to Homer’s Odyssey continue. Brody proposes a taxonomy of five types of literary adaptation—ranging from “close” to “unrecognizable”—and argues that each can produce cinematic brilliance.


The essay got us thinking about the stories that found their way from the pages of The New Yorker to the big screen. Today, we’re sharing six notable examples, from across the decades. Sometimes the end result bore strong similarities to the source material, as when the director Ang Lee captured the aching tragedy of Annie Proulx’s cowboy romance “Brokeback Mountain.” And sometimes—just ask Susan Orlean—things got weird.

From the Archive

“Brokeback Mountain”

 

From 1997: “They never talked about the sex, let it happen, at first only in the tent at night, then in the full daylight.”

 

By Annie Proulx

“Orchid Fever”

 

From 1995: How seductive are orchids? Just ask the State of Florida, the Seminoles, and the impassioned horticulturist John Laroche.

 

By Susan Orlean

“Gogol”

 

From 2003: “He hates that his name is both absurd and obscure, that it has nothing to do with who he is, that it is neither Indian nor American but, of all things, Russian.”

 

By Jhumpa Lahiri

“Push”

 

From 1996: “Everybody call me Precious.”

 

By Sapphire

“The Secret Life of Walter Mitty”

 

From 1939: “She seemed grossly unfamiliar, like a strange woman who had yelled at him in a crowd.”

 

By James Thurber

“A Room at the Normandy”

 

From 1998: Mrs. Brown meets Mrs. Dalloway in Southern California, in this excerpt from “The Hours.”

 

By Michael Cunningham

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