Stephenie Meyer Continues Her Assult on the Multiplex
Stephenie Meyer, the illiterate, bed-post eating author of the Twilight series, apparently, at some point last year, managed to string together another 50,000 words or so into some sort of semi-coherent fashion. The result was a novel called, The Host. It’s a sci-fi love story set in the near future. Per Wikipedia: “The novel introduces an alien race, called souls, who take over Earth and its inhabitants. The book describes one soul’s predicament when the mind of its human host refuses to cooperate with her takeover.”
I’m surprised no one (to my knowledge) read it for the Cannonball Read.
Anyway, Nick Wechsler, Steve and Paula Mae Schwartz have secured the rights to the novel and hired Andrew Niccol (Gattaca) to somehow make sense of Meyer’s sentence fragments and muddled metaphors. He’s also attached to direct the movie.
Save for S1mone, Niccol has had a pretty great run as writer/director (he’s also responsible for the underappreciated Lord of War and he scripted The Truman Show). I suspect he’ll have a difficult challenge adapting Meyer’s work. I haven’t read it, mind you, but I like to shit on Meyer as much as the next guy, so I’m assuming that the end product will share little more in common with the novel than the title and concept. Niccol is too smart for that shit.
I wonder if the aliens glitter, too?
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