Because, I knew very little about Outlander, written by Diana Gabaldon, except for what I’ve read in multiple blog posts and reader comments, I finally downloaded the first book. From what I’ve gathered in searching the net and reading reviews, there is a lot of polarization regarding the story. The disagreeable readers say this — they liked the beginning and the premise, but as the story continued were appalled by scenes that turned them off (mainly, the supposed marital rape of Claire, Jamie beating Claire for disobedience, and Jamie’s rape by Captain Randall). I will stay clear of that hot debate.
After watching the first two episodes, I am very impressed with the quality of the production. Starz has brought the story to life through costumes, location, and cast. They have put a huge amount of money into marketing this series and it shows. The frenzy of fans are highly emotional, as well. Just spend a few hours in the Facebook Fan Group with 29,000 plus ladies talking about what is under the kilt.
Now, let’s go to the heartthrob. Pictures of Sam Heughan, who plays Jamie, have been clogging my timeline on Facebook for months. Jamie is quite the hunk–young, virile, strong, and well-endowed, no doubt, as women think about what’s under that kilt. With his thick Scottish brogue, you just want to kiss him to shut him up, if you don’t mind the sweat and blood on his face to get there.
Claire is played by an equally talented and very beautiful Caitriona Balfe. The others in the production are well casted and doing a fantastic job in their respective roles. Tobias Menzies, who plays two roles in the show (Frank and Captain Randall), will make you cringe as the evil Redcoat after the Scots.
Frankly, it doesn’t bother me if an adaptation isn’t religiously tied word for word to the original book. I think that the author of Outlander is extremely blessed to see her work come alive on screen as are the readers of the series. It’s frankly an experience that every historical author probably dreams about–I know that I do.