Have you read Gillian Flynn’s Gone Girl? You should. You really should. It’s one of the most page-turniest novels I’ve read in years (it was so good, in fact, that I ended up reading Flynn’s earlier works, as well which are also excellent). It’s not “great” fiction — it has that same kind of addictive quality that Donna Tartt’s Secret History had. It begins as a kind of benign story about a couple of New Yorkers who move back to the heartland to the husband’s hometown, but at some point about a third of the way through the novel, it introduces a jaw dropping twist. Those twists never stop coming, either.
It’s a great book, and I actually only picked it up after I heard that David Fincher would be directing a movie version of it, thinking that Fincher has phenomenal taste in novels, so how could I go wrong? The book is right up his alley, too, and he’s already cast his Nick, who will be played by Ben Affleck. He’s kind of perfect for the role: Nice guy, charming, but with a sleazy quality brimming underneath.
For Amy, Fincher wants (but has not yet officially cast) Rosamund Pike, who is not someone I would’ve considered (I pictured Rosemarie Dewitt in the role). But, thinking about it, Pike is also kind of perfect: She’s gorgeous and likable, but it wouldn’t be a stretch to think she’s capable of more than being a lonely housewife stuck in middle America.
It’s a good call, and who turns down Fincher? You gotta think she’ll eventually land the role.