I saw the movie, V for Vendetta when it first came out, and it’s one of those rare movies that I loved. I loved the wordplay, the philosophy, and the idea that one man could create so much change. I also loved how Evey changes so much over the course of the movie. When the end credits rolled and I saw it was based on a book, I hurried to Amazon to buy it.
Imagine my dismay when I found out that it wasn’t a book, but a graphic novel. A comic book.
I didn’t read comic books as a kid. Partly because there weren’t enough words in them, so they moved too slowly for me. Partly because I was a snob and thought they were somewhat too childish for me.
I couldn’t resist V for Vendetta though, and I learned that, as with so many other things, my pre-judgement was wrong.
It’s true that graphic novels tend to have fewer words and rely more heavily on visual storytelling, but it’s just a different way to tell a story. It’s not better or worse than novels; they are their own medium.
The movie and the graphic novel are different, but this is one of the few times that doesn’t bother me. They are both quite good versions of the same story.
I think I’m finally to the point where I don’t say that I won’t read something. I know that I don’t know what something’s going to be like until I try it.