I've never read a novelization before. Never much wanted to. Why bother, right? The process of working backwards never intrigued me. A movie adapted from a book is common place – "We're going to read the book before watching the movie," a mother told me at the library while her fifth grade son held a copy of World War Z – but I've never heard anyone mutter, "I'm going to read the novelization after watching the movie." Still, a morbid sense of curiosity rose in me. And in a three-day weekend of sheer boredom had me sitting down in the living room with the only book close to hand was Dennis O'Neil's novelization of the Christopher Nolan film Batman Begins. Why the hell not?
The book took me a tad longer than expected. I blew through the first hundred pages in a matter of an hour (a feat for me because normally I get distracted). The added details were enough to sell me on the idea. I wasn't disappointed too much, but I wasn't enthralled. O'Neil adds Bruce Wayne's research into the League of Shadows, seeking out their history. But O'Neil also leaves Nolan's realism behind by mentioning the pits and the possibility that Ra's may indeed be immortal.