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Thomas Harris should be drug out into the street and beaten with rusty pruning shears for writing that pile of shit. He should be forced to chew shards of AIDS-infected glass. He should be forced to endure Michael Flatley tapdancing on his genitals while wearing stilleto heels.
Seriously, my jaw was on the floor after finishing "Hannibal". He must have hired a retarded Mongolian man-child as his ghostwriter for this one--that's the only logical explination I can come up with for the difference in quality between Silence of the Lambs and Hannibal. I see almost NO similarities between the writing style, dialogue, narrative, and character development in the two books. "Silence" was smart, creepy, and absolutely gripping. "Hannibal" was shlocky, preposterous, amateurish, with a glaring lack of respect for every single character's personality. It might be the only book I've ever tossed directly into the trashcan after finishing. I'm just ashamed that I actually DID finish it. Christ, three hours of my life that I'll never get back.
Is anybody out there who has read the novel truly excited for this movie? "God, I just can't wait for that scene where all the characters sit around and slurp the guy's brains while he's still alive! Count me in!"
Fuck. If I wanted simpering, sensationalistic shit, I'd read "American Psycho". I expected sooo much more from Harris.
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