I’d been enjoying this great story. It had dozens of compelling characters and exhibited an incredible attention to detail. It was a commentary on society with leitmotifs of greed, desperation, and hope. I took in a few chapters at a time, put it down, then picked it back up later. I was near the end and I was kind of bummed about it. The story was so good, I didn’t want it to end.
In today’s column: TV shows based on novels might be trending, as Laura Miller suggests, but can the novel really compete with the second golden age of television?


