Oh man. Really. So let’s wrap this up!
IT. Here we get to see King not only TELL a great story, but also to CONSTRUCT a great book. As far as King stories go, From A Buick 8 may honestly be my favorite, but as an entire complete package–I don’t think it gets better than IT.
So why? The basic run down is that a group of kids discover that their home town is pretty much run by a literal monster that takes the shape of whatever the hell scares you the absolute most and then kills and probably eats you. This–of course–sets up an epic showdown between good and evil!!! Only we don’t see that. WE see a bunch of adults who don’t remember A SINGLE THING about their childhood. But then they each get a phone call which shatters their imaginary peacefulness. With the phone call, things begin coming back. And so as they learn and figure out what happened, what needs to happen, and why they can’t remember, we are right there with them.
Of course, they are pretty much overwhelmed. They now have to deal with things that they went through–and things that they did–all over again. And they never had a chance to process, deal, and move on from these events. So BLAM. Now, this book is seriously big. My copy clocks in at 1138 pages altogether, and while that is a ton of words, I truly feel like this took me way too long to read. And I believe the reason for that is that King loads it down with detail. SO MUCH DETAIL. So not only are the characters overwhelmed, but also the readers. WE now have to deal with all of this information suddenly getting thrust at us. And maybe not all of us made it…
As the story and the memories progress, things become more and more intense, and move at a faster pace, and the writing matches. At first, it’s sort of slow. They all get lost in their individual thoughts, go through a memory, and then we switch to someone else who does the same thing. When they finally meet, things get a bit blurry. And once things really get moving, we switch backandforthbackandforthbackandforth… And then… well, spoilers and stuff.
While this book really truly does work very well, I have one giant problem with it. If you’ve read IT, maybe you can guess what it is. Maybe you had the same problem. If you haven’t read IT, you may want to skip the rest of this…
So, after the epic showdown back in 1958, the kids are lost in the sewers, unable to find their way out. This is because the “breakup” has already started to happen. They’ve started drifting apart, their purpose done–more or less. Unfortunately, they still need each other, need to belong to the group as a whole. So, in order to bring them all close again, Bevvie comes up with the brilliant idea that THEY ALL HAVE SEX WITH HER. And this ultimate act of togetherness will bring them back as one.
Except, no. Look, throughout the book the theme of the power of children’s beliefs is emphasized, over and over again. That’s what frightened It, and what ultimately defeated It. So what do children believe about sex? That it’s gross. That it’s weird. That it’s funny. Or, most likely, some combination of the three. So why would this bring them close?
THIS is where Stan and the coke bottle should have happened. When you are a kid, there is no bond stronger than that of a blood brother or sister. Those bonds will last a lifetime and then some–ask any kid. THAT act would have been so much more powerful and meaningful. Instead, we get a super uncomfortable awkward scene that I don’t think would have worked.
Still, that’s like 5 pages out of the whole–overall, this book is excellent.
There are quiet a few King-isms in here. Scattered throughout, you’ll see Orinco trucks, Texas Driver, Shawshank Prison, even Frank Dodd gets a mention. But there are a few surprises. In The Stand, we had a battle between the actual forces of good and evil–which is very similar to what happens in IT. Mother Abigail was from Hemingford Home, Nebraska–where Ben has settled down. Dick Halloran makes a cameo, shinin’ on as bright as can be. And there is a very familiar 1958 red and white Plymouth Fury.
If you’ve got a couple of weeks between books–grab this one.