One- two. (Um, what?) That’s how I introduced myself to both the book and movie, one right after another, hence “one-two”. Only it wasn’t quite like that, cause the book, which I took in first, is a behemoth thing, so it was more like onnnnnnnnnnnnnnnne then two. A lot is happening in Peter Straub’s meaty novel. Perhaps the title should be called “Ghost Stories” since there are several ghostly happenings varying across time and place. The film sticks to one of these stories – a female ghost returns to haunt four old men who harmed her when they were young. It was wise of the film to stick with one perspective. Film is a restrictive medium when compared to a story that is meant for a long novel, so I commend the filmmakers for not biting off more than they can chew. The plot of the book strayed several times, and because of this, I initially favored the film over the movie. You can read all about it here Ghost Story
However, as time marches on, I find myself remembering less and less of the film. But there is something about the book that is sticking with me. I’m not sure what it is. It’s sort of a vague feeling, as if part of me is still inside this snowy town when most of the hauntings take place. For this reason, I am doing a 180. I prefer the book.