We all float down here. You’ll float too. You’ll float too!
I won't, I sink in any water, I have no bodily buoyancy whatsoever like my father before me who sank on his own tropical honeymoon and had to be hauled to the surface by my mother.
Unrelated I just read Stephen King's "Carrie" and might try "It" next.
Not to become a Stephen King liveblog but holy hell it’s a long book-
I see what you did there, Stephen…
I love when the writer works the book title into the prose-
However great his flaws and however much I joke, I respect King’s writing genius and here’s why:
The kids are approaching It’s lair. They’re joking nervously and crudely. They’re a couple stupid kids and they’re scared to death. The class clown of the bunch watches his intrepid friend whose brother was killed by it, whose parents have gone cold from that. It’s an action scene but in one single sentence, a friend understands a friend-
Those last words hit me as a reader in a way that reminds me why I love to read and what I want to write. An Anton Ego ratatouille moment.
It’s a book about friends. I love It.
Page 808/1138, chapter 17 has two interesting things. One is a five page long description of some kids lighting their own farts. The other is the first Stephen King sequence I’ve read that was genuinely scary to me, involving (spoiler) a refrigerator full of leeches. Though Carrie and It have held many disturbing sequences, this was the first time I saw the words and thought, “God that’s horrifying.”
Good stuff. I wonder if the five page farting sequence made it more scary or less.
