The return of the native

The shows I have watched and loved in recent times, like The Outlander, Game of Thrones, and now, Good Omens, are all based on books. Books that I haven’t read. Which is an unusual thing for me.

Back then, I had already read the books on which a movie or show was based. I especially remember watching the BBC series Pride & Prejudice, and re-connecting with the beloved characters of Mr.Darcy and Elizabeth Bennett. Over time, I watched Rebecca, Guns of Navrone, The Godfather, the Lord of the Ring series, Sense and Sensibility, Jane EyreThe Jungle Book, the Agatha Christie series, Gone with the Wind, To Kill a Mocking Bird, even The Good Earth…well, you get the drift. The movies were like coming home to a familiar, beloved story, just with enhanced colour and drama.

But then, earlier, I devoured books at a frenetic pace. Today, I devour content on the web at a frenetic pace! As a result, I realise much to my dismay, that I have fallen behind with books. I realised this with the Game of Thrones.

Nearly a decade ago when I was introduced to GoT by Sachin, I got hooked. It was almost an addiction. I couldn’t wait to devour each bloody, violent, often incestuous, utterly exhausting episode. After watching season one, I was so smitten that I couldn’t wait to read the books.

It was altogether a peculiar feeling to not have read the book/s on which this series was based. I was very willing and eager to embrace George R.R. Martin, his bearded self and all. But what a let down! I just didn’t and couldn’t get his style of writing. I did persevere some, but gave it up as a lost cause, instead waiting with the exaggerated impatience of a true fan for the next season to stream. I was struck by the thought that if I had happened upon the books first, I would never have bothered to watch the series. Now, what a tragedy that would have been…!

Then take The Outlander, another lovely show on Netflix, which I watched at a friend’s recommendation, and then realised that this too was based on a book series by Diana Gabaldon. I hastily borrowed the books from Shemaroo library, and devoured the first two books. Then, I stopped abruptly. It’s a well-written series, but I was now, willy nilly, more loyal to the screen! I wanted to maintain the suspense of the show.

Indeed, I have traversed a long way. Reading had always been my thing. But in the last couple of years, the tide has slowly, but inexorably, turned. What still flummoxes me is that I had not even heard of  some of these books or the authors till the shows came along! And there is a vestige of sadness at this state of affairs.

The last straw, so to speak, is the outrageously funny series Good Omens I have just finished watching on Amazon Prime. It’s based on the book, Good Omens: The Nice and Accurate Prophecies by Agnes Nutter, Witch by Terry Pratchett and Neil Gaiman, and though their names were familiar, I had not read a single book by either. Good Omens is one of the most entertaining shows I have watched in recent times, particularly because of its central cast – Michael Sheen and David Tennant. They are absolutely brilliant as Angel and Demon, respectively, trying to prevent Armageddon on earth. One of the highlights of the show is the ‘bromance’ between the loose-limbed, arrogantly cynical Tennant, and the goody-goody, wholesome Sheen.

Good Omens
The good omen which has re-ignited my reading 

Post this show, I am utterly ashamed at my in-the-doldrums reading habit. So, I have decided to pick it up again, starting with Good Omens, of course! In a nod to the times we live in, as also to eyes that aren’t as ‘powerful’ as before, I have downloaded the Audibles app to ‘read’ this book. So if you see me pounding the treadmill (okay, I walk briskly, not pound…it just seemed more dramatic, is all), or walking with my headphones on, you can assume I am ‘reading’ a book, all thanks to this show, a good omen indeed!