Hey, I read this little book in a coffeeshop this noon-ish. I can sort of see why someone might want to make a movie about it, and I can see why that movie might ... fail to find an audience. It might seem as though the novel's about all this weird stuff that's happening, but the authorial voice--that removed, aloof first-person POV, where it's hard to care about the narrator or the events of the novel because it doesn't seem as though the narrator does--that's the single creepiest thing about the novel, really. The events barely register, muted as they are by the deadened narration.
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The Big Time by Fritz Leiber
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