Cronenbooks

I stumbled upon the Videodrome paperback on Ebay about a year ago, and I fell in love with it immediately. Don't take me wrong, I KNEW that the book wouldn't be great, but just the fact that it got published blew my mind. It's quite possibly the worst movie ever to get the paperback treatment. In a strange way it delivers on it's promise, because you get everything you hoped for, from awkward erotica to confusing hallucinations. It's pretty fucking bad, but in the best possible way.

Of course it got me curious to see what other treasures might be hiding out there, and rest assured, there were several. And that's how I ended up with a small collection of Cronenberg movie adaptations. The sharp eyed reader can probably spot the odd man out: eXistenZ was written by Christopher Priest, most known for The Prestige; so clearly, that one is substantially better than the rest. 

There is something very special about these books, and I love them, even if they're terrible. I love them as object.

They're like little time capsules. They only meant to be in bookstores while the movies were out in theaters, and then they were supposed to be forgotten. We all know that these novels will never be republished. Ever. (Don't let the two different versions of Scanners fool you, one is the UK edition, the other is the North American.) In reality, these books have more in common with movie posters and newspaper ads than with novels.

I only wish that this trend followed Cronenberg's career a little bit closer. I would pay good money to read The Fly!