Stranger still is the adaptation process itself. That’s strange enough for the hermit-writer. Making a movie costs fantastic sums of money and involves hundreds and hundreds of people. Hopefully good reviews and very modest sales.īut the book did far better than I expected. When I finally let it go, I had no idea what fate would await it. I spent four and a half years inhabiting the novel. Such a joy it was, inhabiting a lifeboat, trying to keep myself and my unwieldy companion-a four-hundred-and-fifty-pound Royal Bengal tiger-alive, one word at a time. My dollar account was low, but my word account-well, in that department I felt like a billionaire. After that, it was just words, and words are free. But writing a book costs next to nothing. That is to say, I wrote Life of Pi in a state of solitude and with not much money. I’d published two books previously, a collection of short stories and a novel, which had garnered good reviews and very modest sales (welcome to the world of literary fiction), so my publisher was not huffing with impatience to see my next effort. I wrote my novel Life of Pi while living with roommates, sneaking into McGill University’s Redpath Library to do research pretending I was a student because I couldn’t afford the external reader fees and borrowing books on a friend’s friend’s library card (she was a bona fide student), after having done initial research in India while backpacking. It’s a strange business, adapting a novel.
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