Rod Serling's writing is not of a mind stuck on the idea of a scene or set. This results from what happens every time the universe sends him a “what if,” he holds onto it and puts man to the test. Sometimes, it faired well, most of the time not, but he was willing to enter the Twilight Zone….
This collection speaks to the introverted daydreamer and the power of a wish.
The Lonely
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This is a favorite of mine, I think the episode has that rewatchibility factor.
I was a little worried since the story was so familiar, that reading it over would be kind of dull. But apparently not!
Even while writing this review, I’ve flipped through the pages just to read off a few lines.
The story focuses on the need for companionship.
As an introvert I can easily cross over the line where I feel like I’m the exception to the rule, happiest alone as they say. But we all have limits and given time loneliness can eat away at one’s soul.
What once was an intolerable barren planet, driving a prisoner to madness, quickly changed into days of peaceful solitude with someone he loves.
What makes this story unique is not only the idea of our need for company but his loneliness driving him to find it in technology.
We see in the beginning this transition from his hatred of “Alicia” for the mocking imagery of a woman to having genuine love for her- though he was not lost in the reasoning behind it.
“ I know that Alicia is simply an extension of myself. I hear my words coming from her. My emotions. The things that she has learned to love are the things that I have loved.” But it was love.
But how quickly he sees the disillusionment, which is easy once her face is shot off, exposing the wires and metal beneath. When moments ago, he was screaming she was human!
Mr. Dingle
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This was fun - i mean come on, we have all wished to be something more, more of something, at one time or another.
Especially Dingle, the vacuum salesman who didn’t have an ounce of muscle, a lick of wit, or an smidge of hope of making it big. But what did Dingle have?
Apparently, his lack of everything was the cream of the crop, top of the litter, for the crucial human experimentation here on planet Earth.
Yes, the Roly poly-like alien creatures. Two-headed Martian. Venusians. They all took their turn dialing up different parts of Dingle and then dropping it as quickly as they blasted him with whatever “it” is.
Dialing up his IQ but just for a day. Super human strength, just until they collect the data. Love-making abilities. 😂
Yup, Dingle was hit with it all. I never found out how he learned to live with it, but I’m sure he’s doing fine.
Now, the story itself, felt confusing to follow at times. No particularly stand-out lines or twists, though the idea of an experiment to give and take superhuman abilities to a less-than-average man is such a funny little concept maybe it doesn’t need anything more than just being an interesting thought,
A Thing About Machines
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The man is an asshole. And machines just fuck with him.
He’s definitely less likable in the book.
“Get out of here, Finchley”
this story screams horror; I remember watching the episode, when the belly dancer on TV would stop between beats dancing, look at him, and repeat, “Get out of here, Finchley,” for some reason, gave me the creeeeps.
this particular story does not work as well as the others as stand-alone short story; the screen brings it to life.
Also, I have questions; he’s plagued by the car, typewriter, and TV but still owns and keeps them in his house; just why?? 😅😅 but I liked the last few pages, where the gardner is recounting a story of how his lawnmower got away from him and started ramming against Finchelay's headstone, it’s great; I don’t think that’s in the episode if I’m not mistaken?
Oh, and when the typewriter torments him and write out the phase repeatedly, driving him mad it made me think of The Shining!
Another wish comes true with
As the name entails …
The Great Big Wish
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We have a boxer past his prime. But a support system in his building that cheer him on and a pat on the shoulder as he leaves before every fight. No one was a bigger fan than the neighbor kid. Who makes tiny wishes, staring up at the stars every night, and saved those great big wishes for great big things and this last match was one of them.
He went about changing the fabric of time and reality, so no… the boxer didn’t get knocked out… he never landed on the mat. he made it through the match. Right? No? Quantum mechanics at work,
A Stop at Willoughby
- a thousand stars
Gart is a shining star of the maladaptive daydreamer of an introverted depressive.
Like many of us he goes through life dreaming of a place where he can just be. No performative gestures or facade of putting on a good show to live up to the expectations of a stressful, demanding world.
He just wanted to find a small sunny little town and get away from a life he hates.
His dream of this place is the escape that he needs, until one day on his train ride home the conductor tells him that he’s at his stop, he’s made it to Willoughby.
Though he doesn’t realize or care that it’s the last stop. To the great beyond.
Odyssey of Flight 33
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I’m such a whore for any “something goes wrong on a plane” / people surviving after said plane wrongness
Manifest, lost, into the night - if it’s ticking the boxes, I’m turning it on and binging the crap out of it!
I mean, there’s something freaky deeky on how we’re just up there, flying through the clouds while sipping on ginger ale and in this weird limitless space of a nonexistent timeline until we arrive back on that tarmac.
I think Serling would have gotten a big kick out of the video “that motherfucker is not Real,” Lady, oh … and I’m sure he would appreciate all the shows that I mentioned above and many others, I mean they have to tip their hat to Serling, we wouldn’t have anyone of it without him!
Anyway, this …. Was surprising! I enjoyed reading it more than I liked watching it! The disbelief and the characters with the pilots/crew's inner thoughts as he wrested wirh each update through the intercom to the cabin. Gah! I was glued to each page.
Cliff hanger done right!
Dust
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The writing felt like a nice change of pace.
Ya know, in those westerns when the guy shows up, and there’s not a soul in sight, and then a tumbleweed rolls on by? And that Western whistle song starts playing? Yeah, it’s that vibe.
Actually I turned on “western whistle song” on YouTube while writing this and ended up listening to the playlist for a good two hours after. 😂
A man sentenced to hang for the accidental killing of a small child. But then a man comes into town, causing him to have a glimmer of hope.
A word that this godforsaken town has scarcely ever seen.
And the stuff he’s selling? Powdered magic.
“It’s magic,” he whispered hoarsely. “Magic … it is for love. It is for love. The magic is for love.”
The town, still ugly and full of squalor, prepared itself for the night. It was small, misery-laden, and this had been the day of a hanging. Of little historical consequence, really. But if there was any moral to be drawn … it might be said that in any quest for magic, in any search for sorcery … it might be wise to first check the human heart. For inside this deep place is a wizardry that costs far more than a few pieces of gold. It was, of course, a fact that no one in the town could articulate this thought. But there was a feeling. There was a mood. And there were questions now where before no questions had existed. “