Yes! It’s the book from the movie from everybody’s favorite “YOU’RE A BOT!” gif: This is the classic sci fi novel from 1955. There’s a cover on one of the older editions of this book that reference it being part of a Stephen King horror series and that makes a lot of sense. This is the exact blueprint for so many Stephen King novels: small town, regular folk doing regular things, awful horrifying thing happens and changes everything, small town regular folk have to readjust […]
There was a set of dictums.
This is an interesting reread for me because I have distinct memories of getting this audiobook as a kid and listening to it on a car trip. It was on audio cassette and I was horrified by it, because like some percentage of Stephen King novels, this one more or less is not supernatural, but still awful. I also distinctly thinking (and this would have been maybe 1993-94) that this book represented a much much older time period than it actually does. It takes place […]
At all costs the true world of childhood must prevail, must be restored
This is a book that begins in pain and ends in pain, but the journey from the beginning to the end does not take a straight path. The book opens in a French school yard where a boy has just been hit in the chest with a snowball and faints. His sister is brought in and what becomes clear is that the snowball has been packed with a rock. The thrower is an effeminate boy who becomes the object of desire of his victim. Thus […]
The worst part of writing this statement was recalling all of these events because, honestly, I’d just as soon forget.
This is a very good story collection that came out in 2018, but it’s from a relatively small university press. The reviews for it are also lauding. The cover lead me to believe it would be another “weird” book like I enjoyed with variable levels from the collections “Heads of Colored People” and “Friday Black”; the title also contributed to this feeling. But it’s not. It’s a really mature collection of stories with a few moments of humor, but almost no strong moments of irony […]