If you haven't seen either the 1934 or 1959 versions of Imitation of Life, this review will have some spoilers, because I discuss how the book is different from its cinematic descendants. I am trying to be cagey about the details, but I'm sure something will slip through that might impact your enjoyment, so read on at your own risk.
Imitation of Life is the demonstration of the sad reality that the book is not always better than the movie. Or, in this case, movies. Sometimes, the changes in a screenplay improve a story immeasurably.
In preparation for reading "Born to Be Hurt" which is about the filming of the 1959 version of Imitation of Life, I re-watched the 1934 and 1959 films, and have now read the novel. I rank the three with the novel itself at the bottom.
Bea Pullman is a very young widow and mother forced to make her own way in the world after her husband dies. First, however, we are treated to several chapters on her confusion as to how babies are made, and to the abusive treatment doled out to her by her ridiculous father.
Once she meets Delilah and Delilah moves in, the story gets marginally better, but even when this novel was written this had to be a privileged white woman's view of how a "loyal" black person would behave. It was very hard to read some of the childish nonsense that Hurst had Delilah say; it's difficult to read when one's eyes are rolling so acrobatically.
I found Bea to have as much backbone as a jellyfish. How we are to believe that this character became a mogul is beyond me, given that she can't even manage to tell the people she loves the simplest of truths, or stand up for herself in even the most basic of ways.
And then there's Delilah who, in both films, is a strong, loving and honorable person. Here, she's written as a cartoon - every reference to her is about how moving her "bulk" around is an effort for her, and for everyone who attends to her in her final illness. And there's the simpering, childish gratitude she displays toward Bea, who has gotten rich on her (Delilah's) creations and using her face as the trademark. If you have seen the films, (spoiler coming) you know that Delilah dies at the end. In the novel, she dies while quite literally kissing Bea's feet. Spare me.
That's just the tip of a very frustrating iceberg. The relationships are shallow, the characters ridiculous. I wanted to see how the novel differed from the films, and now I have. The novel suffers in comparison in just about every way.