My little stint of trying out novelizations comes to an end with The Thing, a treatment of my favorite movie of all time.
First, let's clear up the history behind the story.
In 1938, Joseph W. Campbell Jr. wrote a novella titled "Who Goes There?" about a shape-shifting organism infiltrating an Antarctic Station. This is the original source material for not only John Carpenter's The Thing but also Howard Hawks' The Thing from Another World. It is widely regarded as the first story of its kind, from which stories like Alien and Predator took inspiration.
I've read this story and don't care for it. Like all of his stories, Campbell concocts a brilliant premise but then squanders it with poor writing, too many characters and sloppy plotting.
That is not this book. This book is a novelization of the screenplay for John Carpenter's movie (written by Bill Lancaster).
So it's a novelization of an an adaptation of an original short book.
Got it?
Onto the review...
What stands out most about Allan Dean Foster's novelization is how different it is from the movie.
I'd say about 95% of the plot points are identical but most of the scenes and different versions of what you see in the movie. Virtually all of the dialogue is different, with some familiar lines interspersed throughout.
I have to assume that this book was based on an earlier draft of the screenplay and all of the eventual changes for the movie are improvements.
The movie's narrative is a streamlined version of this book.
Mainly this is due to the dialogue: where the book will take five sentences, the movie would use one. This is not only a more economical way of storytelling, but more inline with the straight-forward/tough-guy attitude of the story.
Also, there are a few more monster scenes in this version. Interesting how they were cut from the movie: while more sensational, they also hurt the claustrophobia and paranoia of the story.
Despite being an inferior version of the movie, I actually liked the book being different. This way, it wasn't a predictable read.
Also, some of the extra information is not bad to have: we get more insight into many of the characters; more of an idea of what it's like to live in the antarctic; and a more detailed explanation for how the Thing's biochemistry works.
On the last point: the book makes it clear that you do know if you are a Thing. It also makes the case for being infected and assimilated by the Thing erases your individuality.
But I still must say, much of this exposition tends to go on and on.
That's the same about most of the dialogue. It's hard seeing these familiar characters blab so much.
It even hurts characterization. Macready suffers the most with his whining about flying the chopper in the high winds. Not to mention his relationship with a blow up doll that basically turns one of my childhood heroes into a skeevy pervert.
Even in this less perfected form, The Thing is still one of my favorite stories, in any version.
The book is a fast and easy read. While it can't quite replicate the horror of the movie, it does get into the sense of despair against this monster.
And of course, the mysterious ending is still there, once again with more dialogue than is necessary.