I’m thinking of a piece of filmed entertainment. It was adapted from a famous, internationally significant novel. It was blessed with lavish budgets, accomplished directors, ambitious visual design. A premiere was announced, ads were purchased, trailers were released – and then, one day, it was dumped onto a streaming service and almost immediately forgotten.

Can you guess which one I’m thinking of? It could be Pachinko, or The Fall of the House of Usher, or The Wheel of Time or any number of others. This past December, Netflix released over eight hours of television adapting somewhat less than half of Gabriel García Marquez’s 1967 classic, One Hundred Years of Solitude.