I was in the drugstore last week, buying snacks, when an acquaintance asked me if I had seen Baby Reindeer. He said it blew him away. This guy was in his mid-sixties, and I couldn’t imagine him watching a kids’ cartoon, so I asked him what it was about. First, he said, it wasn’t a kids’ cartoon. Second, in his opinion it made Misery, both the book I wrote and the movie, look like a kids’ cartoon.
So, like 13.3 million other Netflix subscribers, I tried it and found myself sucked in, unable to look away. My first thought was to thank God my novel came first, or people would assume I’d stolen it from Richard Gadd, who wrote and produced the seven-episode
