By Becca Seel
In the slew of remakes, reboots, sequels and prequels, finding a faithful adaptation is a nigh impossible task.
While some adaptations manage to assuage many hardcore fans’ anxiety while still appealing to a general population, others deviate so greatly from the source material to pander to the public that it is difficult for a true fan to endure the difference.
I happened upon the fledgling television series True Blood shortly before its second season. The show was already gaining rave reviews and pulling in high ratings for its hybrid genre of Southern gothic and horror, and its infamous graphic sex and violence.
I immediately became obsessed. Upon discovering the show was derived from a popular series of books, I had to investigate.
I loved them. In fact, the Sookie Stackhouse series of novels by Charlaine Harris eclipsed my obsession with the show to the extent that it was distressing for me to see the third book Club Dead dissected and radically altered for the third season.
Adding a slew of outrageous characters, head-scratching plot twists, and a disturbingly bizarre sex scene, True Blood irrevocably divorced the show from its origins in Harris’ novels. I soon began to refer to the third season as “The ‘True Blood’ Crazy Train” as I watched with a sense of horror and morbid curiosity.
Thankfully, True Blood is not as ruinous to the Sookie-verse as other “re’s” and “pre’s” (I’m looking at you, Geroge Lucas). While my beloved books and show have forever parted, as a loyal fan I must accept the inevitability of an adaptaion’s deviation from the original. I eagerly anticipate the adventures of Sookie Stackhouse, either episode by episode, or page by page.