Note from the author: my most sincere apologies for having this article be a week late; a combination of personal, professional, and literary factors (my new Tower of the Hand book releases today!) all conspired to derail my schedule for the past two weeks. All I can do is beg your forgiveness and promise this week’s article is still on time for tomorrow.
HBO’s Game of Thrones (typically, and before this current season) brandishes a consistent and high degree of fidelity to the nearly 5,000-page-long source material of George R.R. Martin’s A Song of Ice and Fire novels, but there still, of course, are differences. While most of these gaps from the page to the screen are small and detail-oriented, it is nonetheless the case that the most subtle discrepancies often hold the biggest insight into the adaptation process, into the demands of filmmaking, and into the rigors of the literary narrative.
This, then, is the anatomy of a key scene of Thrones – not because of its dramatic importance or visual effects whizbangery, but because of the telling nature of its realization.
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