In the quaint, sun-drenched town of Pastryville, Frank Castle, once known to the public as the notorious "Punisher", has hung up his guns for an apron and traded in the skull and kevlar armor for a smile and a rolling pin. After a life-altering incident involving a misadventure with a down on his luck pastry chef, Frank unexpectedly finds himself the owner of "Castle's Cakes", a bakery that becomes the very soul of the community. Gone are the days of vengeance - now Frank's only 'war' is the war within himself to bake the perfect croissant...
A shame, but the contents of this particular bin would probably end up on Saint's cigarette boats later today. Envisioning this morning's operation, Castle had originally thought to deactivate the bay's sprinkler system and burn the money, but he found he didn't have the necessary computer skills. A weakness, a chink in his armor: he would have to address it at some point.
The fact that the film's director hated Frank's sidekick enough to exclude him entirely from his film tells me he probably didn't find the time to read Stern's novelization and catch the above moment. But what really convinces me this novelization flew under the radar and was simply pushed out by the publishers for an attempt at a quick buck is THIS piece of beautifully batshit nonsense early in the novel where the author is describing some of Castle's escapades as a ruthless special ops guy long before the murder of his family takes place:
Buccaneer Bay was an Orlando tourist attraction that featured the Jose Gasparilla-the world's only remaining fully rigged pirate sailing ship. Six members of Sato X, a Japanese terrorist organization, had somehow snuck weapons onto the boat, which they then used to take sixty-five innocent tourists hostage.
The group they captured, however, included a sixty-sixth person, Frank Castle, who escaped during the terrorists' assault. He'd then donned a pirate's outfit, complete with skull mask (courtesy of one of the animatronic attractions on the ride) and set about rescuing the hostages. Within an hour, the terrorists were all dead, the tourists safe and sound, and their anonymous rescuer had mysteriously vanished.
I can assure you, nothing quite so gut-bustingly AWESOME made its way into the mostly drab film version of this property.
To me, these little flourishes are enough to make the novelization of The Punisher shine and might actually make it one of those somewhat rare instances where the film novelization outshines the big screen version of the same story. I figured going into this book that it would be a curio for hardcore fans of the comic books only, but I can see a greater appeal here. I won't pretend this is anything close to high literature, but Stern's novelization ends up reading very much like one of the Bolan novels with lots of action and goons getting exactly what's coming to them, so if that's your jam, this ain't a bad read at all. Recommended.
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