It was the children who saw – and feel – what made the small town of Derry so horribly different. In the storm drains, in the sewers, IT lurks, taking on the shape of every nightmare, each one’s deepest dread.
Time passes and the children grow up, move away and forget. Until they are called back, once more to confront IT as it sirs and coils in the sullen depths of their memories, reaching up again to make their past nightmares a terrible present reality.
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It took me SO long to finish this monster book that I’ve been carrying around in my backpack for the past six months in every single underground or train ride, but I finally DID IT! I FINISHED IT, YAY ME.
Stephen King never stops to amaze me with his brilliant mind and fabulous stories. I feel like his mind is always restless, always in a good mood to find the worst ways possible to scare the soul out of me.
The King of Horror Stephen King is. No doubt. He is already used to this title and I am sure he accepts nothing less.
In general, I am not that into horror movies (I think I saw three in total my whole breathing life), but there is something about horror books and especially King’s books that I really enjoy. Maybe is his unstoppable manner of saying things as they are or maybe it is the way every phrase turns into a piece of the story’s puzzle. Or maybe both combined. I don’t know. But what I do know is that the man is a genius and I would always enjoy every single disgusting detail that he writes. Full stop.
It is so far my favourite work of his. I lift it to the rank of a horror masterpiece. It is brilliant, it is amazing, it is incredible. Best horror I’ve read, hands down. It is macabre, it is sick, it is wrong, but the way it is put together lures you deep into the plot until the moment you realise you cannot get out until you finish. Your way through the plot is the devouring of the story. That’s all.
This book is great, yeah, but have I told you why? No? Let me explain myself then. Everything is put in there with a precise purpose. Nothing is random. Every little detail has its own place in the mechanism of the storyline.
The time is a mystical object of creation. The period of exactly 27 years fulfils a vicious, unbreakable and torturous circle of mischief and misfortune. And this is creepy as hell. Just think of having to face the same terror over and over again and, even worse, to know it might come, but to be unable to do anything to stop it.
The characters are also well chosen. The ‘Loser Club’ always gets the best spots in King’s novels. He takes some outcasts and makes them shiny stars of death. This time is no different. King picks a group of losers and places them in front of a terrible faith: in Derry, Maine, year of grace 1957, Georgie Denbrough, a six-year-old, is brutally murdered by the apparition of an evil clown. Yeah, exactly. A clown. To be completely honest, those creatures are indeed some horror-weird stuff. Georgie’s brother, Bill Denbrough, and his outcasted friends are going to try and take down that monster once and for all, but they don’t fully succeed, so they must face it later in life once more. After 27 years. Every single one of them bearing the life he or she chose, but all of them fighting the same fight: taking down the monstrous ‘reign’ of Pennywise the Dancing Clown aka IT.
Every single character has a strange particularity that makes him or her unique in his or her weirdness. Bill Denbrough stutters, Eddie Kaspbrak has all the malfunctions in the world, Ben Hanscom is fat, Richie Tozier has a big mouth getting him in big trouble, Mike Hanlon is a ‘black boy’, Stan Uris is ‘a Christ-killing Jew’ and Bev Marsh has some serious Daddy issues. But all of them make a common front, gathering their weirdness and awkwardness and becoming friends and partners in a demon’s annihilation. Which is also a peculiar thing to think about a group of schoolkids. But hey, as long as they face together Henry Bowers and Co., they can face together that ridiculously scary demon of a clown, right?
The characters are different from each other, no-one resembles no-one and this is, in my opinion, a great thing because the story gets this way layered, but at the same time, there are too many individual characters for me to describe. Yes, I loved every single one of the kids in the ‘Losers Club’ and yes, I absolutely hated every single one in Henry Bowers’ gang, Bowers being the peak awful of them all, but whom I really hated in this book was Tom Rogan, the ultimate jackass with a trademark on. I hated him so much that my hatred started to rot and I am not kidding. I didn’t despise him only because he was a disgusting misogynistic pig, but also because he had the social integrity depth of a paddle and his respect towards any kind of human being was non-existent. So, in a brief conclusion, I hope he rots in hell, but let’s hope he suffers a couple of centuries first, skinny dipping in boiling pitch.
The research for this masterpiece has been intense because the facts are accurate and also searchable and also, different myths are combined, forming a common body. The myths are uprooted from their grounds and planted back again in the soil of an insignificant American town. How can this not be mind-blowing?
Everything about this book, as a whole, is cruel and evil and tragic and fantastic. You can literally feel every single piece of the geniality of King’s mind and you can see every single drop of sweat that poured from the process of writing such a book.
So, with that being said, if you are a horror-freak or if you loved the movie, but did not read the book or if you are just plain curious, then you should totally and definitely check this book out! But first, make sure you are mentally prepared for it, because, well, it is a long, tough ride!