The other night, I finally watched
The Girl Who Kicked the Hornet's Nest, the final installation in the Millennium trilogy. Following suit, I watched the movie before reading the book. (I hope the book tells why she got the tattoo...) I'm not sure which I've liked better - the books or the movies, but of the movies, I liked the last one the best, I think.
One of my friends is adamantly against this trilogy. Not because of its graphic violence, but because of Larsson, himself. There are allegations that he
wrote the stories out of guilt, for not intervening as a teenager whilst witnessing some of his friends gang raped a girl. Whether that was the case or not, the case is made that violence against women happens more often than anyone would like to admit.
Needless to say, with such a delicate topic, controversy is always close to follow. While
some say that it's helpful, others say that it goes over the edge and was created by a sadistic mind. Personally, I think it's absolutely disgusting. It's disgusting in fiction, and it's even more disgusting in real life.
Rape is one of the worst things that anyone can do to another person. I can't argue whether it's sadistic indulgence or a therapeutic exposing of wretched reality. But, I can say that the story thoroughly creeped me out. It made me grateful. It made me mindful. That's why I watched and read them. (Although I haven't read the third one, yet.) I know this is not a current topic, but it's what I was thinking about this afternoon...
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