“Simple reviews from a simple reader…”
Zakk reviews “IT” by Stephen King. 1137 pages published in 1986.
“The terror, which would not end for another 28 years-if it ever did end-began, so far as I know or can tell, with a boat made from a sheet of newspaper floating down a gutter swollen with rain.”
It began for the Losers on a day in June of 1985, the day school let out for the summer. That was the day Henry Bowers carved the first letter of his name on Ben Hanscom’s belly and chased him into the Barrens, the day Henry and his Neanderthal friends beat up on Stuttering Bill Denbrough and Eddie Kaspbrak, the day Stuttering Bill had to save Eddie from his worst asthma attack ever by writing his bike to beat the devil. It ended in August, with seven desperate children in search of a creature of unspeakable evil and the drains Beneze dairy. In search of IT. And somehow it ended.
Or so they thought.
“Maybe there aren’t any such things as good friends or bad friends – maybe there are just friends, people who stand by you when you’re hurt and who help you feel not so lonely. Maybe they’re always worth being scared for, and hoping for, and living for. Maybe worth dying for too, if that’s what has to be. No good friends. No bad friends. Only people you want, need to be with; people who build their houses in your heart.”
“IT” is my all time favorite read. It’s deep, challenging & heartbreaking. IT taps into so many personal primal fears that it feels like it was written solely to scare to jeebus out of me. The secrets and warnings of the universe can be found within these pages, one must only decipher the obtuse riddle hidden amongst the words.
King’s prose melts like butter. So fluid. It is maple syrup sweet with the impact of cyanide. Snaring you, the reader in a trap where even escape feels like loss. This world is populated with nothing but flesh and blood characters, no not characters, people, real live people breathing, yelling screaming. It’s almost as if you are standing on the street corner helplessly witnessing events unfold. No power to change, just observe.
I believe that this is King at his most powerful, written at a point in his life when he was consumed by alcohol and falling apart, and is required reading for horror fans.
“You pay for what you get, you own what you pay for… and sooner or later whatever you own comes back home to you.”
Overall score: 10/5
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