Review by Gabriel
When I was a kid, probably around 9 or 10, I was obsessed with the telemovie of Stephen King’s It. I recorded it straight from TV, with my thumb poised over the pause button so I could cut out all the ads. I watched the tape so many times that the whole movie looked like it took place in a snowstorm, especially the scene where Bill Denborough slingshots a silver marble into Pennywise the Clown’s head. At school, I made an It club, and suddenly thought stutters and Ventolin puffers were cool. I don’t know what it says about me that I was obsessed with a movie about an evil shape-shifting clown that killed children, but that’s how it was.
To become the school/world authority on all things It, I also bought the 1000 plus page monster of a novel. I gave it my best shot, but there were just too many descriptions and boring stuff about adults for me to make it much further than twenty pages.
It wasn’t until a good ten years later that I finally got around to reading the novel. It was a little different from my beloved childhood telemovie. The basic plot was the same, but there were also astral tongue biting duels, kids having group sex and a cosmic turtle. I remember finding it readable and enjoyable, but not being overly impressed. Around the same time, I read The Stand, another King epic. Now, I generally like the idea of apocalyptic novels, but The Stand turned me off with its overt religiousness and its bland, cliché interpretation of evil.
All of which is a long-winded, self indulgent way of saying I have a long history with King, but I’m not a big fan of his fiction. I am, however, a huge fan of this book, On Writing. Read the rest of this entry »