Book vs. Movie: A Clockwork Orange
Hello and welcome to The Young Reader’s Review! So, a while back, I caught the vague whiff of a fascinating phrase: A Clockwork Orange . Was it a novel? A movie? I did not know. But this paradoxical semantic marriage of something as simple as a fruit that trivially dwells in the common dining table fruit-basket with the mechanics of a clockwork truly had something fascinating, thought-provoking and even distantly foreshadowing a certain dark humor. Months passed, and then I saw, innocently sitting in the corner of my eye on a Barnes & Noble bookshelf the phrase that had been buried in the depths of my mind: A Clockwork Orange . Drawn to it by some unknown literary force, I picked it up, not knowing that one of the darkest gems of English literature was now opening its doors, inviting me with a false smile to a gloomy and perverted world. Alas, once having finished this book, I was very far from escaping from its grip since one of the most influential minds of cinema...