Tuesday, November 27, 2012

Christine

I hope any American readers had a nice Thanksgiving. I know I did. What's better than eating a giant meal until you want to puke? Reading a horror story that has the potential to make you puke. Today I'm summarizing/recapping a book about a killer car and I have very little to no knowledge of cars (even if I do check out Top Gear on occasion). Luckily, besides automobiles, the main theme of this book is music. I suppose I can see the connection. Music and cars go together like cookies and milk or monsters and Maine. There are nearly fifty different copyrighted lyrics in this book and I would've listened to each song as I read each chapter but my laziness barely allowed me to hold the book to my face. Let's overdose on diesel-powered manliness!

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Part One: Dennis—Teenage Car-Songs

There's a prologue before the first part and it seems Stephen King has made useless prologues an artform. This prologue only serves to give a bit of backstory for one of the protagonists, Arnie Cunningham (a nerdy gearhead). It also mentions a "love triangle" and since it's told by the best friend in past tense, much like 'Carrie', we can assume the high school horrors have already passed and this guy survives. How many times must I say these kind of flashback narrations eliminate much of the suspense? The guy who's narrating, who's already lived through it so I have no reason to worry about him, is named Dennis. And he can tell this story with certainty because he was there when his scrawny friend, Arnie, first saw Christine. You can probably guess that Christine is the car and that the car is part of the "love triangle" mentioned in the prologue. Nobody Google "guy loves car". Trust me.

The literal object of Arnie's affections is a 1958 Plymouth Fury. The fury part kicks in when his friend tries to talk him out of buying a clunker but it is in vain. The nerdy kid is apparently in love with the car and he's just lucky TLC specials didn't exist back in the late 1970s. The car's old owner, Mr. LeBay, is a seventy year old, racist war vet with a back brace (A French surname paired with rudeness? Color me shocked). After Arnie puts down his deposit, he goes home and he gets into an argument with his parents about it. Now, Arnie's parents are of the "high expectations" type with the mother being particularly controlling. But when Arnie threatens to flunk out, they back down. Narrator Dennis is surprised at this sudden backbone Arnie has grown. I bet that's not the only bone he's grown for Christine. Yeah. Guy humor. I think y'know what I mean.

On their way to work (they're only in high school but work in some kind of construction gig), Arnie finally sort of explains his love-at-first sight reaction to the tin can on wheels. he sees the beauty underneath the ugly, broken car. Symbolism! It would be very touching if the car wasn't evil. It hasn't done anything evil yet, but when Narrator Dennis sits in the driver's seat, he gets some weird vision of the car back when it was shiny and new in the 1950s. As soon as he starts hearing the car talking to him, he gets out pretty quickly. That counts as weird. And everyone knows weird is the precursor to eeeeviiiil. Naturally when Arnie gets in, the clunker doesn't start up. But after some sweet talking and heavy duty stroking (aww yeah), he gets that Plymouth warmed up (I'll bet he does!) and starts rolling along, a cloud of exhaust helpfully marking his path. The old owner is pretty sad to see his junker go but I'm sure he's cheered up by the three hundred cash he got from a kid who'll have to fork over hundreds more just to fix it up to mediocre level.

The rust bucket gets a flat in front of some cranky woman's house and Narrator Dennis leaves to buy a replacement tire for his friend. He takes the time to muse on his senior year and his fears about life beyond. I can sympathize with that. Most teenagers' biggest fears revolve around adulthood and the land beyond. Upon return, Narrator Dennis has to physically restrain the cranky woman's husband from beating up Arnie because he won't move his metallic eyesore. As soon as they get the smoking junk heap to a shady rent-by-hour garage, the garage jockey gets in Arnie's face since he's one of the few people who dislikes young punks more than me. I don't think a skinny, quiet nerd is much trouble to a garage where illegal gambling, smoking, and other crap goes down. Narrator Dennis and me can only feel sorry for Arnie and curse his stupid blind love for Christine the Clunker Queen.

Narrator Dennis takes his friend home but not before letting the nerdy kid have a good long cry with the occasional profanity-laced rant. Whatever makes you feel better about buying a crud-car, kid. Later that night, Dennis has a nightmare about the car and feels nothing but bad feelings for "Christine the Junk Queen" (He said almost the same thing I said before! Great minds think alike.) His parents worry about him, like normal, caring parents do, and his sister brats at him, like normal, younger siblings do. The only thing that's changing in this promising teenager's life is his friend. Arnie is running errands for the garage jockey and working on that car like Narrator Dennis is working on his cheerleader girlfriend. Teenagers and hormones, people. Things go well enough for a few weeks and then Arnie shows up with a black eye.

Of course the school bully is at that illegal garage. Because why should this scrawny kid have any peace with his piece (of crap)? It's the same school bully who likes to pick on Arnie for fun and he's friends with the garage jockey to boot. When the school bully breaks one of Christine's headlights, Arnie attacks with nerdy, spastic fury but he still ends up the worse of the two after the fight. The garage jockey kicks Arnie out of his garage and that damn nerd is more worried about where he'll park his car (his parents refuse to let him bring it home) than what'll happen when the school bully confronts him with back-up. Narrator Dennis brings up all my points but Arnie just gets all dead-eyed, saying he'll do what he can. Someone needs to beat some sense into that kid. Oh wait...

That old racist veteran is dead. Narrator Dennis finds out when he gets the bright idea to store the car in Veteran LeBay's garage. Arnie is probably the most upset out of all the funeral attendants. Even after Veteran LeBay's brother tells Arnie how he called Arnie a sucker for buying that car. Arnie doesn't seem to care. I bet he could insult his Grandma Cunningham and he'd still shrug and ask about the car garage. The brother doesn't seem to care about Arnie's predicament and doesn't want to rent out LeBay's garage. He gives some good advice on getting rid of the car and Narrator Dennis decides to confront the guy, away from Arnie, to get the whole story on the car and the car's former owner.

And it's quite a story. In a rundown motel, we learn how Not-Yet Veteran LeBay and his siblings grew up poor with an alcoholic father. LeBay had anger issues, hurting his younger brother and refusing to back down from his father's beat downs. The angry LeBay only found steady work in the army, fixing cars and other vehicles. Then Army Man LeBay finally saved enough money to buy himself a shiny, sports car; a Plymouth Fury. LeBay loved that car more than his own family. Yes, Christine's former owner was married and he had a daughter. Both of whom died in the cursed car. The daughter choked on a burger in the backseat and the depressed mother committed suicide via exhaust inhalation in the front. Hmm. That's not really all that evil. If the car accidentally rolled over the girl or somehow electrocuted the mother, maybe we'd have something. In any case, after losing his family, Officially Veteran Status LeBay went into seclusion. He lived off his army pension and stowed his beloved car in the garage. Until the day he decided to take it out and put a 'For Sale' sign. Thus that little story within the story ends.

Narrator Dennis gets home and calls Arnie. Apparently that fat, bully-friendly garage jockey kicked out the school bully and offered Arnie a job at his place, cutting his renting rate in half as payment. To what do we owe such a startling flip-flop in attitude? Arnie will not say nor does he care, as long as he has a place to fix up Christine. Narrator Dennis warns his friend to not get involved with any shady shenanigans and Arnie plays dumb. Right. He's only playing dumb. His dad overhears their phone call and does the whole "You know you can tell me anything" routine. Narrator Dennis doesn't want to burden his dad with mere suspicions but his dad confides that his suspicions are right on. The garage jockey is doing more money laundering than a basement in Little Italy. He knows because he worked for the mob boss wannabe and decided he didn't want to go to jail in the unforeseen future. Narrator Dennis is proud of his father. Proud enough to picture him banging his mother without embarrassment. Awww... yeah? Umm. Wow. That Stephen King is quite the wordsmith.

While Arnie goes on vacation with his parents, our dear Narrator heads over to the garage of illicit ickyness and checks on Christine's progress. First impressions show very little improvement. Narrator Dennis notices that a dent he saw on the car before isn't there anymore. Not like buffed out or painted but just gone, like it was never there. Also, the crack in the windshield is slightly smaller and he can't get to the hood because the cars locks are down. Ooohh so spooky. When the fat garage jockey comes to throw his ass out, Narrator Dennis drops his father's name and suddenly he's invited into the office to talk about Arnie's work and the school bully's dismissal. Christine is mentioned and it turns out Veteran LeBay brought the car in to that garage back in the day. The garage jockey promises not to tell Arnie about his friend's little visit. A jealous, suspicious nerd is one of the worst types of nerds there are; right after gamer nerds. (I think that just about lost me any male demographic I had going with my double entendre jokes.)

The narrator of this story is a football player, thus a jock. Nerds and jocks friends? This goes against all the stereotypes Stephen King has taught me about high school. I only mention this because Narrator Dennis' football team get on a losing streak. He blames it on a dream about Christine. I'm over a quarter into this book and I have yet to see anything truly evil or cursed from that car. Just some nervous feelings from an overly friendly jock narrator. If anything, that car has the magical ability to cure Arnie's acne and make him more focused. He actually attracts the attention of a beautiful transfer student named Leigh. About time the third side of this triangle appears. Didn't expect her to be some flawless model for Vogue, judging by the narrator's description. The same narrator who says his friend looks pretty good now that his face cleared up. Still, I have to think that the most beautiful girl in the whole school would go after someone of equal or greater attractiveness. This is like those sitcoms where the fat idiot has a hot wife, and those two haven't even exchanged phone numbers yet.

Forget the possible romance, we're about to have ourselves another familiar high school staple. A school yard fight! Return of the school bully and he has Arnie cornered with a large switchblade. He's bringing a knife to a fistfight, booo! Cheater! And the students feel the same as they chant that he drop the knife and fight fair. Never have I seen more honorable spectators of bloody sport. Arnie takes his chance to step on the bully's foot and when one of the bully's cronies starts to gang up on Arnie, Narrator Dennis delivers a swift kick to the ass. Like the closest thing to butt sex without penetration and nudity. Another crony goes for the narrator's nuts and gives them a vice grip squeeze! This is like S&M fighting right here. A teacher finally arrives to break it up and after being informed of the switchblade, and knowing the bully's track record, the teacher threatens police involvement. The bully leaves, settling on expulsion instead.

Are you ready for some fooootbaaaall? Well too bad. I'm skipping the out-of-town October game and going straight to the first major fight between the two friends. Arnie invited the Beautiful Leigh to the latest football game at one of their rival schools. Narrator Dennis is jealous and wishes she was with him but that's not what the fight is about since the jock Narrator is still a devoted enough friend to be happy for Arnie. The fight is about Christine, and the fact that Arnie found out he went to the garage when Arnie wasn't there. He thinks his concerned, jock friend is on the Cunninghams' side in wanting to control Arnie and talk him out of keeping Christine. Narrator Dennis tries to argue that he's not spying on him and he worries about what he's getting into with the garage jockey, especially with all the unnamed favors he's doing for the fat man. Arnie insists he has it under control and for the moment, the argument dies down. I haven't seen a dead-eyed outcast this obsessed with a Christine since the masked phantom with the voice of an angel.

So, Narrator Dennis keeps dropping hints that his football season would start off bad and get worse (his team won the day that Arnie was there with his new girlfriend). He also mentioned how he wouldn't be there for the end of the season. And now we find out why. After another conversation where he worries for Arnie and Arnie waves it off, Narrator Dennis goes off to play another crappy match against their rivals. During that football match, he gets tackled by three different guys and I don't know what kind flimsy padding they had back in the late 70s but the tackle breaks his legs, his arm, his spine and he's in a coma until Christmas. When he wakes up, he finds his worried family and lots of well wishers plus the news that he'll never play football again. That's one way to get out of a losing season.

Even with all these teenage bombshells, he still manages to think about that damn car. Look, I like tension-building paranoia as much as the next tin-foil wearing loony but we're going into part 2 with more evidence that the car is actually good luck (the first game they scored was when Arnie and his car were there) than it being some creepy Satanmobile. Also, the Narrator laments that he's falling more in love with his buddy's gorgeous honey-haired girlfriend and this reminds of a similar dilemma where the pretty girl who was with the nerd ended up with the amiable jock and the nerd went all evil (The Stand). I didn't care for the girl in that book and I hope Miss Perfect Mary Sue doesn't end up the same.

Part Two: Arnie—Teenage Love-Songs

These parts are quite dash-heavy. Makes me want to pepper in some extra dashes. - – ― ↔ Look my lines are growing! Just like Arnie's love for Christine and his dislike for his parents. The Cunninghams get into an even bigger argument than the one where Arnie first told them he bought a new car. His mother gets called out on her overbearing stubborness and how she always has things her way even at home. It looks like Arnie's daddy is a bit whipped. Arnie tries to offer a compromise of keeping his grades up and getting more money back into his account since he used up nearly half his savings in fixing up the car that's still rusty but running. Arnie's mom refuses and after she gives the oh so dramatic slap and cry, Arnie leaves.

His father is close behind and tries to offer his own compromise. He'll pay for his son to park at the airport (a 30-day pass is 5 bucks! Holy...!) but he has to be more rational about the car obsession. And if he plans to go to an out-of-state college, he'll have his car then, and he'll be away from the controlling fist of his mother. After some reluctance, and more cursing and angry ranting than a drunken sailor in Thailand, Arnie agrees and they park the car at the airport, taking the bus home. Too bad Arnie didn't recognize the airport parking attendant as a friend of his high school bully. And that bully really grates on me with his nickname for Arnie. I'm sure guys love to bust out Carlin's seven dirty words but one of the few words I can't stand on that list is the 'C' word. You know the one (if you're Australian). And boy does this bully like to say it. It's not Stephen King's first use of the word; the 'N' word and the 'F' word get thrown around at least once in every book I've read. I usually ignore it and don't report it out of politeness/prudishness but this is just overusing and annoying me more and more until I'm itching to kick the bully in his 'C' word. No, the other one. You know the one (if you're English... or a rooster wrangler).

Speaking of 'C' words, looks like Christine is ruining the mood up on Lover's Mountain of Relative Isolation and Darkness for Intercourse Purposes. The beautiful, sweet, funny, and apparently virginal Leigh doesn't want to do it in the car because she feels like the car is watching them. She doesn't get as far as implying she doesn't like the car before Arnie gets annoyed. Dude, you've got the holy grail of girlfriends and you're offended she'd rather have sex in a bed than in the back of a death car? He drives her home and Arnie seems to be more like himself when he's not in that car. It took Alluring Leigh proclaiming she loved him for the car nerd to realize, hey, maybe this enthusiasm for the car that popped out of no where is not totally healthy. What's more, he doesn't remember doing half the repairs on the car that seems to be aging backward. He doesn't even remember driving the car back to the airport lot. Christine may be a jealous mistress but she knows how to get your mind of your troubles and she handles beautifully in the winter sleet. This is like the first stage in a relationship with a crazy ex-girlfriend.

Lovely and Lonesome Leigh gets an unexpected visit from a certain jealous car. Lovely Leigh is scared because her cat fight opponent has about two tons on her. Actually, can you really call it a "cat fight" if one of the participants is a mode of transportation? The car does its engine growl and Foxy Leigh gets her claws out, demands that it leave. It does and this non-cat fight is over. Let's see if the school bully can add some excitement. He finally pays a visit to Christine at the airport. And he's brought his buddies, some alcohol and some cocaine. Just a regular, late-70s airport scene. Time to scare that jealous junker a bit. The book stays on the guilty airport attendant but he hears enough bangs and yelling to know that car is getting banged. Hah. There's the usual smashed windows, dented body, and torn up fender. But the steaming cherry on top is the little surprise left on the dashboard and I have to commend Stephen King on his cheeky way of illustrating that without actually saying it. At least not right away. (spoiler alert: they crapped on it!)

Arnie and his mom get into another argument and he flings accusations while she just cries in shock. Getting some background on her has me feeling a bit sorry for the overbearing woman. Damn it , King. Let me hate someone fully. I guess I still have the bully. (Unintended rhyme, woo.) And it looks like Dazzling Leigh visited Dennis in the hospital and told him what happened. No longer Narrator Dennis, since this part isn't in his point of view, the jock who may have a limp for life has feelings for her. She tells him  how Arnie is going to school then going to the garage, and then going home to sleep, nothing else. Well, except for the occasional illegal errand he's running for the garage jockey to pay off any equipment and garage fees. The cops were called but Arnie wants to take justice into his own hands. Please do it soon, you car-maniac, we're nearly halfway into the book and the only deaths we got were via flashback.

It's Thanksgiving when Arnie finally visits his friend. Timely! I'm reading this part a day after Thanksgiving. It's like old times with them joking around and eating turkey on Wonder bread.  The candles add an extra touch of class and unintended [b]romance. When he brings up the car, the good mood pretty much vanishes. Arnie tries to put on a polite front but he seems cold and distant. There's a moment of recognition and warmth when Dennis asks his friend if he's alright but then it's gone. Because he's apparently turning into Veteran LeBay. Arnie even has himself a back brace like the vet did because he screwed it up working on the car. Dennis asks Arnie to sign his cast and after Arnie leaves, he compares signatures. One from before Arnie's car was totaled and he went crazy, and the recent one. So I guess the angry, old veteran had slightly neater penmanship? I'll be sure to eye any calligraphers with suspicion.

Finally we have our first sign of the cruelty that is Christine. And when you think about it, it's not so much cruelty as it is rightful vengeance. The first of the group of bully cokeheads is targeted around 1 am, after he panhandled some money at a concert. He spots Christine and is shocked she's running since the job they did on her should have put her out of comission.  In addition to the smashes and dents, they put sugar and beer and all kinds of crap that cannot be easily fixed in a few holiday weeks. But after the car chases and runs over the jingling panhandler idiot, we finally get a good description of what Dennis and Arnie have suspected. The car can repair itself. All the damage and blood it got from repeatedly running over one of the bully's cronies (and why kill, when you can overkill?) has disappeared in a whacky rewind manner where the dents pop out and the blood spashes off. I'm sorry, evil or not, that car is pretty kickass. It even parks itself back in its garage spot and left behind a tidy thirty dollars in that mangled, loose change piƱata.

Arnie's mother is looking older, blaming herself and worried her son is taking drugs. Arnie's father is all aged and loathing his wife, worried his son is a murderer. Arnie himself is worried he's losing it because he doesn't remember fixing up his car and yet it's good as new. He's scared about the panhandler's murder and it doesn't help when he gets a visit from a detective who suspects Arnie is hiding something. Arnie almost tells him the truth but the ghost of the cranky veteran kicks him in the back and has him giving out smooth lies until the detective leaves. Some semblance of the old Arnie is still freaked out by all this and he calls his girlfriend, the Gorgeous Even When Grieving Leigh. He wants to come clean with her but phantom back pains prevent it, for some reason. If he wasn't a weak little chicken, he'd blurt out the truth and damn the back consequences. Couldn't be something that a pack of ice and some Ben-Gay can't fix. They make plans to go out and Arnie seems to be torn between his two ladies. Ones a well-built, classical model that occasionally leaks and the other is a car. Zing!

The little shopping date starts out very nice. They're cutesy and jokey and coupley and then they pick up a hitchhiker. The hitchhiker seems pretty cool but then Arnie acts a different sort of "cool" before making a pit-stop at McDonalds. Hottie Horror Bait Leigh is a bit nervous about being alone with the male hitchhiker. Not to worry, this isn't that kind of horror book. The hitchhiker notices Arnie's sullen demeanor and then feels "bad vibes" and a bad smell from the car. When Arnie comes back, the smell goes away and she starts eating. Then she has the most overly panicked choking fit I've ever read. She nearly blacks out but luckily, the hitchhiker knew the Heimlich Maneuver and after much crying, Delicate Damsel Leigh gives Arnie an ultimatum. It's her or the car. She's convinced it's cursed because of the rotten smell and how the car seems to watch her, plus she nearly died choking in it. Arnie rightly calls her on those stupid sounding excuses. But the less stupid ones are that Arnie knew the Heimlich and he also smelled the stink of evil. He loses his case when he starts to curse at her and drives off. I guess he's taking the "all girls want assholes" theory to heart. Damn. This book is making me all immature with the cursing. Shit, piss, tits- No. I will not succumb. (Suck cum? Hahaha. Oh, damn it.)

After an interlude where nothing exciting happens (Dennis is getting better in his therapy and Exquisitely Enchanting Leigh is doing poorly in school because a killer car haunts her dreams), we get to another big vengeance chapter. The school bully is drunk driving and in low spirits because his ex-school team lost yet another game. Also he keeps having nightmares about Christine. He's got one of his cohorts and an impressionable new kid in his car. Christine starts following them on the snowy mountain roads and she's got a score to settle. The car chase is badass and all but I was hoping she'd pick each member off, one by one. What can I say? I like to savor my vengeance. But for once, Stephen King doesn't gloss over the details, and the leader of the bunch, the school bully who doesn't care for racist jokes but loves him some misogyny, is saved for last. His car does a barrel roll and explodes into flames, which should keep the delinquents trapped inside warm on such a cold, December night. The schoool bully begs for his life and Christine takes her sweet time toying with him. Even with smashed up legs and punctured lungs, the school bully thinks he has a chance of surviving but it's all gone when he sees the ghost of Veteran LeBay. Bye bye, bully.

It should come to the surprise of no one that the fat garage jockey has health problems and has had them for years. He's in his office when he sees Christine's garage stall empty. He gets some heebie jeebies and does some thinking about his life, like all King characters do, and after going to sleep in his office, he wakes up to see the car drive into its stall, all shiny and new with no one at the driver's wheel. Suffice to say he's kinda freaked out. Meanwhile, Arnie is having a lousy day topped off with a near breakdown. He ends up at a pizza shop after some cruising he doesn't remember doing. He calls his dad who tells him that detective came by again to ask about the deaths of those bullies up in the mountains. While many label it drunk driving accident, Arnie is still rattled about it. He then calls and tries to apologize to his girlfriend because God knows he's never going to do any better than her but he fails when he chooses the car over her. He knows something is wrong but he's a junkie for the junker.

The detective meets Arnie at the shop and his suspicions are higher than ever. New evidence shows that a second car was involved in the supposed drunk driving accident and he found the same shade of red paint as Christine's at both scenes of the crime. Arnie gets nervous but as soon as he's touching the car, he's as cool as a cucumber. And he throws around a curse word or two because he's a gear head. Fuck yeah, manliness (... Did I just type the 'F' word?). Guh. The former chess champion genius thinks it's smart to run some drugs for his garage jockey boss when the detective is still suspicious and watchful. After warrants get served and the garage jockey get taken into custody, Arnie gets caught with illegal tax-free cigarettes in New York City. Illegal tax-free cigarettes? Really?? Shit, I'm disappointed on so many levels.

On Christmas Eve, Dennis finally gets released from the hospital and Arnie and his parents go to his aunt's house for Christmas. If this little family outing read awkward it was only because they had to bail him out of jail. The cops were willing to let Arnie go if he gave them information on his garage jockey boss but Arnie won't squeal on the guy who has Christine in his garage clutches. Arnie says that burden of proof is on the cops and he'd likely get away on probation. Looks like he watches as many crime shows as I do. As for Arnie's former girlfriend, she's enjoying Christmas Eve a little less than Arnie. She's the only one who's alone because her parents are off having drinks with a boss or something. How thoughtful. She's all nervous and not just because the snow storm outside is getting worse. I've always liked a White Christmas but I suppose when it starts knocking down decorations and taking down traffic lights, it's a bit too much.

We now return to The New Adventures of Cold Christine already in progress. One last member of the bully's crash crew remains (technically two, if you count the parking attendant at the airport who had enough sense to skip town after the first death). The last man standing is working the gas pumps on Christmas Eve during a blizzard. Christine would be doing this dude a favor by running him over. But that guy was just an appetizer. Time for a fat, greasy, main course called, Will Darnell. Or Arnie's garage jockey boss. This car may have supernatural self-repair powers but it can't seem to make it over a snowbank in one shot. And the grease monkey, with the inhalor and the heart condition, watches like a dumb cow as the car backs up and runs at his house, over and over, until the house wall breaks. The garage jockey tries to call Arnie, and then the police but doesn't get through. He runs upstairs when the car's already inside and practically spinning donuts in his damn living room. The fat garage jockey suffers a heart attack and Christine finishes him off before driving back to his garage. She's the junker of justice, ladies and gentlemen.

Part Three: Christine—Teenage Death-Songs

I like to think the death songs of the 1970s are the emo songs of today. Now in myyyy remaaaains. Are promises that never came. Except this siiiilent raiiiin. To wash away the wooorst of meeee... I can't believe it took me this long to stick a lyric into my recap. And Linkin Park to boot. Oh well. With all the deaths in the love-songs chapter, I have to wonder what's in store for this chapter. The first change I see is that we're back to first person narration with Dennis back in the Narrator's role. I guess he couldn't have narrated the parts about the brutal killings and Arnie going mental while he was in a coma. Anyway, the heavenly host of hotness herself comes over to visit and I bet Narrator Dennis wishes he didn't have all those casts on him.

They have the house to themselves and talk about the car. Sorrowfully Stunning Leigh bursts into tears yet again and Narrator Dennis offers tissues and the arm without a cast. This looks like the third part in the Dennis System. She tells him about the rancid death smell and he tells her about the former car owner's family dying in the car, as well as the different signatures on his casts. Then they kiss. And I can understand. For the first time, I can understand why two characters would betray a nice boy like that. Mainly because he's not the nice boy anymore and hell, he has Christine, so why not let these two pretty people have each other. They could do a killer double date. Maybe go to a drive-in. Let's crank up some emo death metal about betrayal.

Narrator Dennis and Wonderful In Every Way Leigh do some investigating and find out what any ten year old could've figured out halfway into this book; Arnie is turing into Veteran LeBay right down to the handwriting. Something new we find out is that Narrator Dennis' dad likes to make toys. An accountant with a whimsical side? My word! His dad tells him that he's seen Arnie around, looking all aged and haunted. He suspects his son may be growing close to Arnie's ex and just warns him to be careful and not tell Arnie about it. I guess hos replace bros if the bro goes crazy, curmudgeon-style. He calls the secretary of some old War League that Veteran LeBay was part of. They didn't like Veteran LeBay either but they provided the funeral services because he was a member and all. After a story about the malice of LeBay and the strangeness of Christine, Narrator Dennis gets the address of Veteran LeBay's brother.

It's not until the New Year that Narrator Dennis sees his friend again. While spending the new year at his friend's house, Narrator Dennis notices how different Arnie is. More vulgar and old-looking, and drinking like a fish. An alcoholic fish. Arnie doesn't want to go to college, instead planning to be car mechaninc in Florida, and he wants his girlfriend to come with him. Yeah that freaks out our philandering Narrator. Arnie jumps to conclusions that his friend might be after his girlfriend (dude doesn't even realize they've broken up). These conclusions are very much correct but Narrator Dennis is encouraged to lie through his teeth about it. After watching the ball drop, Arnie drives his nervous friend home and Narrator Dennis has the trippiest trip he's ever tripped. The car smells like death and feels alive but outside the car windows. their neighborhood has reverted to its 1950s state and Arnie keeps changing into the rotting corpse of Veteran LeBay. Blame it on the alcohol but Arnie drank twice as much and he's not hallucinating like a novice taking his first bong hit.

A few days after that crazy New Year's, Dennis finds out that the detective investigating Arnie was murdered. A car wreck, and the first official death of the New Years and this chapter, dedicated to death-songs. Let me bust out the party horn blower. After a brief and understandable, "Screw it, I'm out" moment, Narrator Dennis thinks of his family and Precious Baby Girl Leigh's family and what would happen if any of them got Arnie mad. He calls Veteran LeBay's brother, I guess to get the story off his chest and learn of a few more details regarding that angry veteran. Like how he killed two bullies all on his own and may not have done all he could to save his choking daughter and how his wife knew even less about cars than I did, especially not to attach one end of a hose to the exhaust and stick the other end in the driver's seat with her inside. Even though he won't admit it out loud, Veteran LeBay's brother knows Christine is evil and he's fine with Dennis destroying the car once and for all. Good luck there, limpy.

Over the next two weeks or so, Narrator Dennis and Hottie Hot Hot Leigh get cozy. Conspiring on how to destroy your friend/ex's murder-car tends to bring people close. They make out behind a KFC (the sexiest of all the fast food places specializing in chicken) when they're spotted by Arnie. Oh snap. A possessed nerd vs. a jock with a cast on his foot. What's the opposite of a cat fight? A dog fight? A tiger fight? Oh, nevermind. Arnie just screams obscenities and drives off in Christine. *coughpussycough* Once again, teenage hormones has screwed Dennis over. And not in the good way. Getting caught was the kick to the butt they needed to get a plan together. Dennis makes a few phone calls, and it looks like it's all going down at the illicit garage Christine used to be parked at. He calls the prettiest bait this side of Pennsylvania, and they mourn Arnie, talking about how they both loved him in their own way. Okay, I'm just going to say it. Arnie doesn't seem like such a big deal. Pre-eviling, the guy was a pimply, skinny nerd with a stupid, sarcastic sense of humor, obsessive tendencies and a small-wage job. I could throw a rock in any U.S city and hit three guys that match that description - at least. Maybe not all of them with the job part. (Ooh, fiscal recession burn!)

At school, Narrator Dennis cordially invites Arnie to his old boss' garage. He tries to talk to his friend, telling him to fight the spirit of Veteran LeBar possessing him. For a moment, Arnie does but there's still a couple dozen pages left and let's face it, Arnie couldn't win a splash fight in an ocean. That's phase one of the plan. Phase two involves our injured Narrator renting a giant, pink tanker truck named Petunia. What is it with old guys naming their vehicles female names? The book mentions something about this too but we're nearing the end so it's no use bringing it up now. Narrator Dennis meets up with Don't You Wish Your Girlfriend Was Hot Like Leigh and they take the pink truck (which they plan to use to destroy Christine, somehow). He calls Arnie's father to find out if Arnie left. Arnie has in fact gone college touring with his mother. Apparently, everytime Arnie leaves (and has an alibi), the car of death goes on its vengeance run. Arnie's father finally seems to realize this and he wants to know everything. Narrator Dennis promises to tell him after it's all over.

We're on to phase three, hopefully the final phase. They get to the garage and have trouble opening the garage door because it's iced over. Why couldn't this rampage have gone down in the spring? Narrator Dennis manages to fall down and bust his leg all over again; the same leg he needs to use the clutch on the truck. And I have no idea what a clutch is or does but it seems like it's near the break pedal since he's now using a squeegee mop to maneuver it. They wait for Christine. Narrator Dennis pops some pain pills for his aching leg and gets all fuzzy-headed. Because that's exactly the state you want to be in when you're operating heavy machinery and confronting a killer car once and for all. It looks like he may gotten some sexy sex from the sexiest sexpot since Marilyn Monroe's cookware, though he can't quite remember. Those pills are just ruining everything, aren't they? The one time I'm anticipating some nice, pre-battle sexyness and the Narrator can't remember. And I had to read an apocalyptic preggo bang a Texan gas guy about a dozen times like a month ago. Stephen King is a c-word tease.

Big showdown time and right away, Christine has the upper hand. 'Daaaamn Girl' Leigh has opened the garage door to let in the car but nearly gets run over. Using her invisible wings because she's either an angel or a fantastic gymnast (either way, her future boyfriend is luuucky) she jumps up and holds onto some kind of metal tubes that were all around the the garage.  Narrator Dennis finally introduces Christine to the pink tanker. Christine meet Petunia. All four and a half tons of her. There's much excitement and some auto terminology about clutches stalling and engines flooding which have me thinking America's Next Top Leigh is gonna join her fellow angels very soon. This is the chapter dedicated to death, after all. (And we know, the friggin' narrator survives). She's frightened and injured and in a daze. She needs some cold water or something to snap her out of it. What's this? Arnie's father is in Christine's passenger seat, dead from carbon monoxide poisoning? Better than cold water, I'd think. The chapter of death claims a second victim!

With her head bleeding, Christine's latest, fine-ass target makes it to the garage office. No matter how many times Narrator Dennis hits the car, it still regenerates. Narrator Dennis uses his bad leg to handle the clutch after his mop snaps in two (stupid, shoddy '70s cleaning products). He finally aims for Christine's gas tank and the red she-demon leaks out before finally sputtering to a stop, as does Dennis. When he wakes up from unconciousness, they do the same smashy, smashy bumper cars bit again, with OMGFMLeigh helping this time. That car is tough. But it seems to be dead the second time. Yeah sure. Either way, that's as much smashing as they can do because the cops and an ambulance arrive and soon Dennis is in the hospital again. Luckily he didn't rebreak his head and luckily, his partner in crime, Ms. America, didn't get any injuries to her perfect, porcelain face. (Since we're near the end, I must admit that coming up with new, crazier ways to describe her prettiness amused me.)

A police officer arrives to get the whole story from our Narrator. He learns that Arnie and his mom died in a car crash. Apparently the ghost of Veteran LeBay flew to the interstate and after a bit of a struggle, crashed the family car. So the entire Cunningham clan is dead. That brings our death tally up to four, not counting Christine (and I think you all know why I'm not counting that crazy bitch). The police officer seems to believe our Narrator's story, largely because he was good friends with the previous detective who died and got too close to the case. Narrator Dennis narrates his tale to his father and finally here in this book.

The epilogue takes place four years after, still narrated by Dennis. He tells us that after two years of dating, Leigh and Dennis grew apart. Damn it, King! Every time I grow invested in a couple... I guess I can understand why. After all the crap they've been through, the bad memories can never really fade. The cop he told his story to took great pleasure it crushing up Christine's mangled wreck into a cube. But we don't know what happened to the cube. Dennis still has dreams about his friend and the car. Then he reads an article that leaves him uneasy. The airport parking attendant who skipped town was killed in California. A car drove straight into the movie theater he worked at. Daaaamn. And there you have it. Christine, the Lean, Mean, Vengeance Machine.

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Well this was an interesting read. I started out reading this with the impression of an evil car. All those parodies of evil cars came from this menacing Fury-mobile. And yes, the car is a killer but it's also pretty damn cool. It killed off those drinking bullies and it made a man out of Arnie. The real villain was that army veteran, LeBay. I feel like a good exorcism would've solved their problem and then Arnie would've had the wheels and the girl. But then this would be no more than a typical high school melodrama about a guy in love with his best friend's girl. Though, actually that sounds kind of interesting too. With cursing, cars, and old fashioned rock and roll, this book will probably appeal to the guys, the girls, and the secretly possessed machinery. And on that bombshell, I end my post. Thanks for reading!

Tuesday, November 13, 2012

Firestarter

Happy Autumn to the east coasters reading this (Woo! leaves changing colors!) Happy NaNoWriMo to the literary fans reading this (Woo! I'll totally finish that story I started a year ago). And happy Movember to any guys who stumbled onto this blog hoping for something more entertaining. Not sure what growing mustaches have to do with prostate cancer awareness but I support men keeping their butts fine and healthy.

With that out of the way, I'm tackling a new Stephen King book. After a well-deserved break (one new book a week is very tiring; especially when they vary in length and quality), I picked up a book about a psychic and a pyro with the ballsiest character being a seven/eight year old girl. And it's not divided into three parts. The last book that just had labelled chapters like this was 'Salem's Lot and I enjoyed that book quite a bit. Now get ready for a blaze of fire puns.

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This book begins with an Ohio college teacher on the run with his young daughter. His name is Andrew "Andy" McGee and his daughter is Charlie. I didn't know they had male nicknames for girls back in the 80s. I also didn't know New York City was the city of choice to escape a government conspiracy. Isn't the U.N situated there? Also the junkies are just as dangerous as the secretive men in suits following him. Andy comes to a similar conclusion so he hails a cab and leaves the Big Apple. How do you get a city cab to travel all the way to Albany with a dollar, a sleeping daughter, and secret police after you? Having a telepathic mind control power that "pushes" the cabbie into following your directions doesn't hurt. Except for how it completely incapacitates him with a psychic mega-migraine (a "megraine" if you will). Andy is tired and follows his daughter's cue to nap. And that's Mr. King's cue for a flashback/dream sequence to explain a little bit.

Back when Andy was a broke college student, he signed up for a little clinical experiment to make some money. I would have second thoughts when the "doctor" says the stuff he's injecting into his test subjects is classified. Wait, it pays two hundred bucks? Hell, they could warn that it'd give me prostate cancer and a bushy mustache and I'd probably still take it. I don't often think far ahead. Andy meets his future wife, Vicky, at the college experiment. They say broke college student love is one of the purest loves there is. Back in the present, their precocious seven year old daughter is using her own super special power to steal coins from telephone booths because Andy is too weak and in pain to try and hustle some money himself. The seven year old girl is partly naive when she brings up how stealing is wrong but then sounds quite older when she thinks of how much she likes using her power. Someone would say this mixed bag of descriptions prove Mr. King doesn't know how to write children very well. I say, we need more children like her (or psychic Danny, or vampire slayer Mark). Wiser-than-their years, miniature adults who can save my ass from things that go bump in the night. If any parents reading this look upon their children with disappointment, I've done my job.

Charlie is a pyrokinetic. Or like Andy would say, a firestarter. Or like I would say, a firebender. (Flameo, hotman!) In any case, she accidentally set an army man's shoes on fire so they have to get away from the airport to avoid any suspicions. Too bad their shady government pursuers are hot on their trail. They're from the evil covert operation known as "The Shop". Hmm. Well it's no "Illuminati" or "Consortium" but it does remind me of 50 Cent's 2005 hit single, so the evilness shouldn't be underestimated. While attempting to hitchhike, Andy trips down a hill which triggers another flashback. A control group in the college experiment got water while the test group got some kind of hallucinogen. Andy and Vicky got the classified LSD and they tripped some serious balls in the university room. Andy apparently knew about The Shop back then which leads me to believe their organization is not good at being covert. No wonder a sickly man and a little girl can evade them for over a year. The stuff Andy and the other volunteers got injected with affected everyone differently. Besides the usual hallucinations and crying, there was also the mind reading powers and that case where a guy clawed his eyes out. Andy and Vicky are assured that they're seeing things and they share stories without ever opening their mouths; Andy lost his parents while young and Vicky was assaulted by a babysitter. Timmy Turner has no sympathy for her.

At night time, College Andy goes back to the building where the experiments were done and convinces the janitor to let him inside. By convince I mean "minor mind control". Andy gets a bit of a headache but goes inside. That'll have to sub for the kick in the ass I want to give him for going into the experimental place where subjects may have died. After dark. New mental powers or not, I'd stay the hell away from there. Got my two hundred. Pass Go or you *will* go somewhere worse than jail. Andy sees what a bloody handprint on a pull down chart. Proof that he didn't hallucinate the claw-happy student who was taken away by teachers in lab coats. He leaves pretty quickly but convinces Vicky to visit the hall about a week later when it's daytime and not so scary. Of course there's no bloody handprint. Of course the chart was replaced. He didn't even close the door behind him when he ran away. Andy has totally been put on a special Shop list. I hear shipping and handling to Area 51 is a killer.

Even though Andy was never sure just what he imagined that day in college, we get a little chapter naming the guys tailing Andy and his daughter and it pretty much confirms that two test subjects died, while another two went insane (including the guy who clawed his own eyes out). Oh man. I guess it was a matter of time before Stephen King tackled the secret shady government villain but those kinds of tales always seem to favor the secret government. I've seen it happen to Winston Smith,  Michael Scofield, Mulder, the people of Ba Sing Se... Anyway, Andy and Charlie get to hitchhiking and they catch a break when they're picked up by a kindly bearded man in one of those mural vans. Andy dreams of the day his little baby Charlie set fire to her teddy bear and how he tried to call his old college buddy who had initially recommended that shady experiment. The phone call is very cagey and all but missing the words "you didn't hear it from me". Suffice to say, Andy and his wife and child were observed by The Shop ever since the experiment and luck kept them from having their powers discovered because the last person who was caught by those Shady Shop Suits ended up in a special government mental ward. And that guy was just able to unlock doors and bend keys. I think a girl who can create fire would be more valuable to our secret military than a wandless "Alohamora".

The Shop's headquarters are in Virginia in a large converted barn. I don't care if they have electric fences and TV surveillance. That secret branch of government is in a barn in Virginia. Even Sheriff Griffith would laugh at The Shop with its scenic duck pond. The captain of the whole operation has a meeting with the old doctor who first conducted the experiments at the college all those years ago. The doctor is raving hothead wanting to tie up loose ends by killing the last reminders of an LSD trip gone bad. The captain merely wants to lock them in a cell while they poke and prod them. Apparently they know Charlie can make fire and they captured her before. I look forward to that flashback. Cap gives orders for his Shady Suits to capture the girl but kill the father. He also brings in a large, scarred up, half Cherokee man named John Rainbird and gives him an assignment. How did the secret government get their hands on a scary Native American? If there was an exchange of beads, I wash my hands of it.

Looks like it's Charlie's turn to stroll down guilty memory line. To the time she burned her mother's hands because she was angry she couldn't play with a friend. That was when her parent's told her about her power and made her promise to control it. And she did. Say what you will about Andy and Vicky's denial, their parenting skills are alright. The Shop Suits are on their tail and this chapter is full of near misses as Andy and Charlie try to get to a family cabin in rural Vermont while the Shop Suits set up roadblocks all around New York. The journey to Vermont hits a snag when a farmer picks them up and takes them to his house for lunch instead. That gives the Shop Suits time enough to close in on them, with a few reinforcements. Andy tells the farmer the truth about them and he doesn't believe until the cars start pulling up. Now it's a face off. A bunch of lying government suits and a little girl who can start- well, looks like three guys are on fire. And the cars are exploding into flames. And some farm chickens are extra crispy. She could really use more training in the aim department. No matter. She gets slapped out of it and they scared away the Shop guys who weren't immolated. But they'll probably be fired for letting them get away again.

So Rainbird's assignment before was not about Andy or Charlie. It was to kill the raving doctor who first cooked up those stupid "Lot 6" experiments. Good riddance. And judging by his fascination with death and shoes, I can understand how he became a member of the Shop. The dude is straight up obsessed with knowing the meaning of death and hopes when it's his time to go, it won't be quick and he'll finally get his answer. Yeah, that's totally sane. After he gets all the information he can about Charlie from the frightened, old doctor, Rainbird makes his kill and thinks about Charlie's power. And what it would be like to snuff it out. No wonder the Captain of the Shop is creeped out by him. Andy and Charlie finally make it to his grandpa's cabin in Vermont and it looks like it's secluded enough for everything to be okay. In fact, there's no action going on so let's have another flashback. Back to the day Andy's wife was killed and his daughter was kidnapped. All because the idiot Shop Suits jumped the gun a little too hastily.

It all started with a bad feeling that may have been precognition. Andy rushed home to see his chair tipped and his salt askew. Untidy Shop bastards. Then he found Vicky's body behind an ironing board. They apparently tortured Vicky by pulling out her nails before killing her and hiding her away in the laundry room. Yeeesh. That's some Big Brother torture tactics right there. Along with TV and radio deprivation, and profanity-filled screeching. Because Big Brother is also the name of a reality show, you see. Andy got his wits gathered and tracked down his daughter, like a more bookish Bryan Mills. Using his mental push to find out where the van was headed, he caught up to the Shop Suits and used the push to blind one guy, immobilize the other, and convince the few people at the rest stop that nothing was wrong. He got a megraine for his troubles but he also got his daughter back. He should've run over the blind Shop bastard but Andy McGee is one of those nice guys with morals and all that. Nice to know his daughter won't be taking after her father when the time comes. Or when it came and went. At the barn. Not the Shop barn but that nice old couple's barn. Argh. Flashback and tense screw ups. I don't need them.

They spend the winter in the Vermont shack and for a while I'm relieved. They deserve some kind of peace, even if Charlie catches a cold and Andy resorts to stealing oil from a camp to keep the cabin warm. On one of his trips into town, Andy makes a decision. They can't live like hermit people forever so he'll tell their story to every congressman and news outlet he knows. Sure, it may cause the government to put Charlie under observation but maybe public outcry will keep them from being guinea pigs. The word Guantanamo comes to mind. I can't say it's the brightest of ideas but there are very few options here. If only Andy's powers were less debilitating. Or Charlie's powers were less reckless. Andy mails his five letters but there's a snitch in that little town and Andy's letters get intercepted despite the rural postman's steaming mad protests. Charlie should've burned the survivors when she had the chance. Now they know where Andy is and probably stole some poor old Grandma's birthday card when they were mail tampering.

The Captain of the Shop is hearing rumors of people blaming the farm fire incident on him and he wants to get the McGees. But after hearing what the girl can do when she's protecting her father, he decided to try and capture them alive which means biding their time, surveying them and taking photos while they live in that little shack. What a creep. And here comes the chief creep. Rainbird is assigned the Andy and Charlie case but he blackmails a twitchy Captain into letting him have Charlie when they're done probing her brain for the mysteries of pyrokinesis. After many threats and dry mouth, the Captain reluctantly agrees. I don't know if he's gonna try to double cross Rainbird or if Rainbird will try to doublecross him (I hope for the rare, combined quadruplecross so Rainbird's threat of getting the Shop shut down if he dies mysteriously comes to pass). Rainbird explains that he wants to befriend the little girl he'll ultimately kill. A firestarter and a rainbird. There's symbolism here and it smells like burnt chicken.

On the day Andy is suspicious and antsy enough to want to go back to New York City and tell his story in person to whatever publication will listen, Mr. John Rainbird rounds up his Shop vultures and they surround the cabin. They shoot Charlie and Andy with tranquilizers. So... let's skip ahead five months to liven up the string of flashbacks. Okay then. I guess Mr. King doesn't want to go through five months of drugs and tests and secret trust exercises in excruciating detail. Not unless it's from someone's POV via flashback. Rainbird has disguised himself as a low level shop employee to earn Charlie's trust but it's slow going. The doctors keep giving her different meds whenever she has a bad reaction to them and after months of neither the daughter nor the father showing their powers, they want to bring out the heavy stuff. Shock treatment and physical force. Rainbird objects to that because it'll screw up his progress and screw up any chance they'd have of learning her secrets. Also he'd probably want to be the one who tortures her because his end game is to kill her. After befriending her. I'm fervently hoping for a last minute heel face turn for this "Injun John".

Rainbird the fake janitor gets a chance to earn Charlie's trust when a huge storm blows the power out. This is why you don't have secret government facilities in a freakin' barn! Andy gets a chance to cry about his pills and trip when the power goes out. See, over the past five months, while Charlie suffered in defiant silence as she got pumped full of drugs, Andy lifted the white flag and enjoyed his furnished cell with it's up-to-date TV and fully stocked fridge. The guy gains about thirty pounds and has pretty much lost his ability to mentally push people despite his attempts. Suddenly though, his psychic senses start to tingle and he senses his daughter is in trouble. That girl is sympathizing with the Indian devil so naturally Andy summons the strength... to throw a pity party and reminisce about the time he used his powers to help women lose weight. Hot.

Rainbird is at "call Chris Hansen" levels of creepy fascination over Charlie (he uses the word "love" a few times and yet still wants to kill her) and you know, when I first used the Chris Hansen tag, it was meant as a one-off joke. I've learned so much in these past few weeks of Stephen King literature. Like even after cutting out five months worth of description, and being only four hundred or so pages long, parts of this book still read overly drawn out. Even when he's writing about something worthwhile that does happen, like Andy using his own mental push on himself to get over his pill addiction, King still manages to stick in extra names, vaguely related flashbacks, and metaphorical dreams with dead doctors and half Cherokee pirates. Let's just hurry on to what King's been building up to.

Three weeks after tricking me into thinking the power outage would spark a barn break, Charlie gets convinced by Rainbird to show her powers to her doctor and their Shop scientists but on her terms and with the end goal to see her father. Meanwhile, her father finds out he's getting shipped to a facility in Hawaii and he kickstarts his information gathering plan by mentally pushing his doctor into telling him where they are. The doctor he pushes turns out to be a bicurious crossdresser. I'm sure this will be important in the future. More trust is established between Charlie and Rainbird. She gets to play with horses now. Yay ponies. Andy's finally taken to the Captain and he finds out his doctor committed suicide in lingerie. See how important that was? Knowing he won't have a better shot, Andy finally uses his mind push powers on the head honcho of the Shop and gets a plan into motion that involves him attending his doctor's funeral. He also finds out about Rainbird's true intentions and there's not much use in that since he still can't get to his daughter and he has to play Drugged Up Fattie No-Powers. This is the slowest escape plan ever.

After a metaphorical dream with erotic undertones where Charlie rides her favorite horse (Not even kidding, she's screaming in excitement for the horse to "Go faster", there's a fiery heat all around her, and oh yeah, she's naked), it's time for another fire demonstration. There have been several so far inside special fireproof rooms with a water source she can direct her fire when she's done. There's also plenty of eyewitnesses and cameras behind glass but this time the fire experiment is held in a converted church for that extra toasty blasphemy. After reaching degrees of over one thousand with focused accuracy, Charlie demands to see her father and subtly threats her doctor. Excellent. After driving back from the funeral, Andy hypnotizes the Captain into accompanying him, and his daughter, on the plane trip to Hawaii. He's also ordered to slip a note to Charlie without anyone seeing him. The Captain keeps thinking about golf and snakes but follows instructions. And Andy's face is partially paralyzed. He thinks one more hard push might kill him but for Charlie, he'll stop at nothing. Don't you die on me, Druggedy Andy.

Charlie reads her father's note which explains her new Indian friend is a traitor and they're totally escaping on Wednesday. After some mental anguish about being betrayed, she's ready to leave in a few days (the note directed her to be at the stables at a certain time) and she's rightfully wary of Rainbird but pretending like nothing has changed. Meanwhile, the Captain has lost his Tennille, mentally speaking, and he's imagining snakes in his golf clubs. If he ends up dying with golf clubs stuffed somewhere, I'll have to rethink the badassery of Andy's push power. Of course, things can't go smoothly for the McGees. That crafty Rainbird set his keen eye on the surveillance tapes to figure out why the Captain visited Charlie. He figures out, with the computer's help, that the probability of Andy mentally pushing the Captain is pretty high. Wait. Why would probability of him using the power be lowest for himself but highest for the captain? What are these odds based on? Everyone experimenting on Andy thinks he's lost the gift and is just mooching off them for food and drugs. Wouldn't their data input into the computer skew the results? Is this based on the assumption that he did have his power? And since he never used it in front of them what are they basing his level and experience on? The little self-help businesses he set up in New York? That rescue attempt all those years ago? Ugh. My head is gonna hurt about as much as Andy's so I'm just gonna say Rainbird is smart enough to figure out they're escaping on Wednesday, especially after he gets a phone call from the Captain himself sending him on a little mission the morning of the plane departure.

On the day of the great escape, Charlie is excited about leaving. Andy is nervous and hoping his plan will go off without a hitch. Rainbird, the weirdo hitch, uses hacking skills (yes he has hacking skills) to cancel his flight to some bogus mission. And the Captain is crazy, thinking there's snakes everywhere. I really hope Andy makes him think there's a snake in his boot before getting to the press. In case I wasn't clear, the plan is supposed to be: the three take the plane (Captain, Andy, and Charlie), they get off at a refueling place in Chicago, and the McGees sneak off to tell their story of flashbacks and barn labs to the Chicago Tribune or whatever newspaper isn't focused on the Cubs. I would've mentally taken control of the plane and flown them all to Switzerland or something. As far as I can tell, the Shop is under U.S law and shouldn't be able to pursue them there since they've got about as much authority as FEMA. Oh well. Let's see how well this plan will go with Rainbird ready and waiting for Charlie in the rafters. Rainbird who loves her. And still wants to kill her with his bare hands. I've heard some ladies like this type of love. They also listen to Chris Brown.

Anyway, Rainbird has cleared the stables of people because he's sure the animal-loving eight year old girl won't try to set any fires for fear of hurting the ponies. I guess she doesn't love chickens. When Andy comes in, Rainbird tries to convince her to climb up and talk to him or he'll shoot her father. Meanwhile. the escort who took Charlie to the stables has set off the alarm, convinced she's making an escape attempt (maybe Charlie shouldn't have burned him and sent him running). So now the whole Barn Shop, and their many weapons, know something is going down in the stables. This will not end well. Aaaand the Captain has attacked a hose. Great. Rainbird is distracted by the Captain and Rainbird is mentally pushed into jumping off the hayloft. Half of Andy's body goes numb from the extreme push which won't compare to the bullet Rainbird manages to put in his neck. Charlie is freaking out and the whole barn is catching on fire. The second bullet Rainbird fires at Charlie actually melts in mid-air. Charlie saves some horses and accidentally kills some Shop agents surrounding the stables with their useless guns. I'll rephrase my "it won't end well" prediction because anytime there's a pyro in the mix, you can at least count on a big bang. And I do like the big bangs.

I should be angry and sad at Andy's death but I'm just mildly surprised. Andy's last words to Charlie is for her to fight back and burn the whole Shop to the ground. I concur. Too bad he had to die to grow a backbone. Charlie set fiiiire to the raiiin... bird. Hope the mysteries of death were worth it. (I don't really. I dislike Rainbird very much and once again am annoyed we're spared the description of a jerk's demise in a King book). As for the Captain, well he's in the great golf course in the sky, watching out for snakes. Charlie's the only survivor in the stables and it's her against a Shop-full of armed men. Will King kill off a little girl? Let's find out. The Shop idiots start shooting at the first thing that runs out of the barn; the horses. Well that's just going to upset PETA. And also Charlie. She surrounds the place with fire. She's got men going up in flames like so many spontaneous combustion cases. A full-on armored tank comes at her and it melts like butter on a hot tin roof. She blows up the testing area. Charlie found Vengeance Mountain. Yaaaay.

The wild dogs and the electric fence also help fan the flame of panic as Shop lab workers and secretaries try to escape but get shocked or bitten and torn apart. Charlie doesn't want to kill anyone who isn't attacking her which is noble, I guess. She uses the duckpond to cool her flames and I just wish she had taken out a Shop guy that was nicknamed OJ before she stopped the fire power. That misogynistic, cowardly bastard survived the barn burning and now this? Has there ever been a bigger injustice involving an OJ escaping? In any case, Charlie is shellshocked but she escapes, leaving behind barn rubble and a few injured survivors. Ambulance sirens are heard in the distance. I'll take you to the burned up Shop. Where a girl made everything go "pop". When you see smoke, just stop. And resist shouting "what the f-"(woah)!

The last chapter is called 'Charlie Alone' with a temporary new Shop head ordering the assassination of Charlie McGee. Because King doesn't know when to quit and likes taking candy from babies just to make them cry. Charlie made her way to the kind old farm couple whose farmhouse she burned. The house managed to get fixed up nice after a year and some Shop hush money. The farmer and his wife take her in but worry about how long they can keep her a secret in a gossipy town. She stays with them for the winter and they think of Charlie's plan to tell all. They guessed right that the still-recovering Shop is keeping their eyes glued to all the major newspapers. The news of Charlie's whereabouts spreads thanks to a blabby doctor but luckily, when the Shop people in fire suits show up at the barn, they all find out Charlie left. She goes to a library to ask for a publication that's honest, with a nationwide audience, and no ties to the government. The book ends with Charlie at the offices of Rolling Stone magazine. Either that librarian was screwing with her or Stephen King is doing so with me. Or maybe that magazine was waaay different back in the 80s.

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Wow. That story was certainly something. Most stories I read provoke strong reactions in me. Whether there are characters I totally hate or final battles I totally love. I always feel emotionally invested. Maybe it was the two week break but this story, save for a few spots, didn't provoke strong feelings either way. This story combined Carrie's power with The Shining's gifted, young protagonist and the shady government of The Stand. I enjoyed these three books to various extents but the pacing and detail in The Shining works to create an isolationist feeling in the hotel. The frightening power of Carrie has readers cheering because she's been an underdog all her life. The shady government who unleashed the virus in The Stand don't make up a large part of the novel. Oh. Lightbulb!

Half of this book takes place in that stupid reformed government barn and I feel like most secret government shows and movies tend to avoid that because we want to see the hero escape or plotting to get the truth out. We don't care about the dickish conspiracy planning their next set of tests. The only example I can think of off the top of my head that may contradict this is the video game Portal but even then we're solely with the hero who is actively trying to escape. It's not all that interesting to read pages of secret meetings and lab techs being cautious. We're not gonna get some heroic break out with guns and chairs to the face because the protagonist lab rats are a drugged up, fat teacher and a scared little girl. This story didn't win me over but it's not horrible, like some parts of The Stand or even the dreaded (ugh) Dead Zone. I guess if I had to jump back into Stephen King books, I could've done worse.

I may need another break for this. Maybe set my reading for bi-weekly posts. It's not like I have many, or rather any, readers of this. If only I had a way to promote this blog... on a national level with no government ties because the X-Files and Stephen King has made me paranoid. To Indian Country Today!

Tuesday, October 30, 2012

The Shining

With the closing of October (Halloween being tomorrow), I switched my classic King reading list around so this one would be the last one. I should be surprised at how different it is from the movie but I did some rudimentary wiki-search and apparently Stephen King disliked the film adaptation of this book so much he made a new movie (a more faithful adaptation to his book), aired it on TV and was greeted with mild applause for a job, well, done. Suddenly his ability to communicate the angst of a teenage girl doesn't seem so incredible.

I need to stop comparing the movie to the book and just dive right in. This book is about a teacher-turned-writer who gets a job as caretaker of a large hotel so naturally he brings his wife and son along. This puts a whole new spin on "bring your child to work" day.

Part One: Prefatory Matters


This book is divided into not three, not four, but five parts. Which is strange because it's half the size of 'The Stand' with almost twice the needless divisions. We begin with an interview for the position of caretaker of the Overlook Hotel, a resort in Colorado that closes during the winter months and deservedly makes little money because of it. I know that the snow storms may be heavy in the mountainous area but since they renovated the place, couldn't they rent out the rooms to wilderness loving types? They could even slash the usual hotel price to draw in customers. As long as they pack the pantry with food and keep the snow from barricading the doors, they would make a profit and have no need for a caretaker who goes crazy and murders his family. I guess this plan would work better if the hotel wasn't possibly haunted. I know I'm not supposed to know that but it's pretty obvious.

The newest shareholder of the hotel insists that Mr. Jack Torrance get the position of caretaker so it looks like the interview is a formality. The hotel manager, however, doesn't like Jack very much on account of his alcoholic past and the student he smacked around when he was a teacher. I bet he'd really flip if he found out Jack smacked his own kid around once. Jack's wife and son live in crummy apartment in the bad part of Colorado. Which, let's face it, can't be that bad because, despite it's name, the only thing whiter than the snow, is the townspeople of Colorado. I guess meth and moose might be the major worries around those parts. All this misery has Jack's wife about ready to burst into tears. You'd think Jack broke her arm instead of her son's. But so far, Jack is written rather sympathetically. I'd usually be shaking fists and giving horrible nicknames to guys that abuse their kids but according to the words and flashbacks, it was a one time deal, very much on the accidental side, and Jack was really ashamed and regretful after realizing what he did to a three year old kid. Let's see how long this lasts. Start the timer!

A tour of the hotel concentrates greatly on the boiler room that needs to be monitored three times a day or it might build too much pressure and explode. Gee, I wonder if this will be important to remember later on. There's also talks about ghosts and all major hotels having their own ghosts and scandals. Wow, Trump's PR people... er, Hilton's PR people... let me get back to you on that. Little Danny Torrance, or "Doc", is most definitely a psychic of some kind. He goes into trances, talks to his little friend Tony and sees into people's minds. Today on the psychic agenda, horribly horrifying visions of horror. He sees a wrecked room, snowy windows, mallet wielding maniacs and tasty scarlet alcohol. Back in the real world, it looks like the wealthy owner of the Overlook Hotel was drinking buddies with ole' Jack. After they ran over a bicycle that may or may not have had a kid on it, the two men decide to quit drinking. This explains how Jack got the caretaker job. Well if that's what it takes to get work, I'll have to consider adding alcoholism to my resume.

Jack's wife, Wendy, doesn't have a good relationship with her mother. Maybe she can get Peter Pan to whisk her away to Neverland.  Her mother is a divorcee who blames her daughter for it, she criticizes the young woman's mothering skills, and she named her Winifred. Oof. I apologize for the Peter Pan jab. She married Jack fairly young and Jack's drinking didn't get serious until after he got his first short story published in a magazine. I guess writers and alcohol go together like writer protagonists and Stephen King novels. That's also the first time he hurts Danny, accidentally, by testing the whole "bouncing baby boy" expression. Looks like they don't bounce. Myth busted! Also, stop the timer. The sympathy train lasted two paragraphs. Good effort, King.

There could've been a divorce except Wendy didn't want to end up like her mother and she thought her husband might change and deep down she did still love the guy. It took a month but he did stop with the drinking. With that worry out of the way, she can concentrate some new worry on her quiet, polite son. She's known for a while that there's something different about Danny. She felt his distress whenever she thought about divorcing Jack. Even after a Jon Benet handshake, the kid still has admiration and love for his father and it seems the feeling is mutual, even if Jack looks less joyful father and more constipated and grim when he gets the warm fuzzies about his Danny boy (... wait. I used this nickname before. Damn it King, get yourself a baby book or at least wait a few years in between recycling names).

Anyway, Danny gets the heebie jeebies at night in his room at the same time his mother is thinking about things after having some non-drunk sex with her husband. (Must. Not. Picture. Shelley Duvall. And Jack Nicholson. In Bed.) This part ends with Danny reminiscing on his dream about the unknown voice with the mallet calling out for Danny to "come out here and take your medicine". Five year olds don't like medicine in the first place so I doubt shouting threats and swinging around a mallet would get a kid to come out with their mouth open. Danny thinks again about the one word which reads like two words without the space. Redrum. I bet this word won't be appearing all sinister at the hotel where the former caretaker murdered his family. Nope.

Part Two: Closing Day

That was a very short first part but you don't see me complaining. And here come the Torrances in their little Volkwagon bug trying to make it up the winding mountainside. Who wants to start us off with a round of 'They'll be comin' round the mountain when they come'? As soon as they reach the hotel, Danny gets the horrible feeling of familiarity and fear. His mom is groping his dad in the car. No wait, that's just my fear. Danny's fear is when he spots the hotel and realizes those visions from earlier took place there. I feel like he should be better prepared emotionally if he has visions of an impending doom in a hotel. Inside, they all meet the prissy hotel manager and while they're surprised at how crowded it is on the last day of hotel checkout, I'm surprised Wendy is a blonde. It's like everything in Kubrick's film is a lie. For example, the mom and dad are way more flirty in the book (cringe!) and the kid's imaginary friend was definitely not his finger with the voice of a sick Marge Simpson.

However, one of the more important differences so far seems to be that there's no maze garden in the book, which is very important in the movie. There's a nice animal topiary, a little playground, and a roque court, which is like a more old fashioned version of croquet. And croquet is an oversized version of golf with hoops instead of holes and mallets instead of clubs. You can guess why Danny is fixated on the mallet part of the game. The only thing so far that matches the movie, visually, is the cook being black. His name is Dick (Heh) Hallorann and after Jack introduces his wife 'Winnifred' (Blech) the southern cook asks if she goes by "Winnie" (the pooh?) or "Freddie" (with an ascot?). He approves of her eschewing both for "Wendy". I like name semantics and I like this cook. I dread getting to the page when King will kill him off.

They take a tour of the large kitchen and all that food in there is seriously making me hungry. After a long time of the Torrance family eating fake butter and government cheese in the Colorado ghettos, I'm sure they feel the same way. The cook makes some pretense about wanting Danny's help to carry his bags down to the car. Wendy sees her son get in and worries Cook Hallorann might totally steal her son away to Florida. I'd crack a "she so racist" joke but he did keep offering joking invites back in the kitchen tour and let's be honest, the kid would be better off with a skilled chef in the sunny Florida coast than inside a giant snow tomb with a nervous, jealous mother and a hot-tempered, secretive father. Danny and Hallorann talk about his ability. Precognition, visions, shining. It all means the same save for the levels of whimsy in the name. Danny is relieved to hear he's not alone with his powers but he is the shiniest person Cook Hallorann has ever seen. The cook reassures him not to worry about the horrible visions he got from the hotel because 1) visions don't always come true, and 2) they're just visions and can't hurt him. Like pictures in a book. Though paper cuts are very unpleasant. If there is any trouble, the cook wants Danny to send a telepathic message and he'll come running all the way from Florida. I guess you could say he's taken quite a shine to the kid.

Another tour of the actual hotel is conducted by the snotty hotel manager that every employee seems to hate. Despite the fancy decorations of the presidential suites, he doesn't want to spring for some damn elevator maintenance. Just reading about the Torrances and the manager getting into the elevator made me feel a bit claustrophobic. I can't imagine an old rattling trap like that could securely hold so much blood. And there I go thinking about the movie again. They don't venture into room 217 because Hallorann saw something bad in that room and told Danny never to go in there. The manager probably just doesn't let them check out that room because he likes rubbing their faces in the fancy digs they can't use. Jokes on the manager because even the plainest, shabbiest room in the hotel is still the Taj Mahal when compared to Jack and Wendy's crummy apartment. The manager leaves and the Torrances are finally left alone in a giant, fancy hotel. Bed sheet toga paaartaaay!

Part Three: The Wasps' Nest

Wow, the second part was even shorter than the first. I'm just breezing through this book. And reading it during a hurricane/storm (which I currently am) makes me really feel the ambiance and chilliness. The first trouble Jack encounters at the hotel is, interestingly enough, a wasps' nest which launches him into a lengthy metaphor about him sticking his hand in the Wasps' Nest of Life. SUBTLE. He takes the moment, on a rooftop near some wasps, to reminisce and go into detail about the hasty "accident" that got him fired from the fancy prep school. If I didn't already know lengthy flashbacks are a Stephen King trademark, I'd be worried Jack was going into some kind of wasp venom shock. Suffice to say, Jack cut some teenage boy from the debate team because the kid had a stutter and possibly because Jack was jealous of the kid's athletic handsomeness. The kid slashed his tires and Jack saw red (metaphorically before, and literally after. Because of all the blood, you see.) Yeah. So he'll be taking out any anger and self loathing on the wasps via poison. He'll make sure the wasps get a taste of their own medicine, just like that teenage boy. Hey, isn't that similar to what the menacing figure in Danny's dreams said? What a coincidence!

When Danny and his mom return from a shopping trip, Jack gives his son the empty wasps' nest as a present. I can't tell if this is a 70s thing or if the Torrance boys are just weird but Danny seems to like the nest very much. Later at night, Danny goes into a trance in the bathroom where he seems to get snips of the injured teenage boy and whoever it was that knew how to play roque at the Overlook Hotel. His father gets all handsy and his mother quickly takes the kid away to offer comfort. When Danny is safe in bed, he asks if his father would ever hurt him or his mother. The answer is an assured no. Danny asks his father if he knows the meaning of redrum but Jack mishears it as "red drum" and makes some crack about angry Indians. Well, I for one think this word has no double meaning at all. I mean, besides the fact that it's "red rum", and the father is an alcoholic, what other meaning can there be? None that I can see. No siree. I'll be keeping an eye out for any cranberry juice and Captain Morgan combinations.

The wasps make another reappearance when they sting Danny. I assume this is probably why collecting wasps nests fell out of style after the 70s. Jack was sure he killed those wasps, having disposed of their bug poisoned bodies himself. Maybe he only got half the colony and the other half flew off to hide. I'm not a bug expert so my knowledge of wasp behavior is based on my superstitions and hatred of them. All Jack is sure of is that he could really use a drink. A bottle of Jack for Jack and a Doc for Doc. At the doctor's office, Danny goes into a trance and even with all that information, the doctor concludes the kid just has an overactive imagination. He also thinks the kid is very bright and created his invisible friend "Tony" when his homelife was not so great, what with the drinking and abuse and the imitation butter. He thinks Danny will grow out of it and being forced to bond as a family at the isolated hotel will be good for him. This is one of those times you need to get a second opinion.

While exploring the hotel basement, Jack discovers a scrapbook with newspaper clippings of the hotel's history including being a clubhouse for the mafia and being host to a murder in the presidential suite. He's got an idea for a possible novel despite already being knee-deep working on a play. I'm sure the prissy manager would love for Jack to air out the hotel's dirty laundry and sully the reputation he worked so hard to build up again. Later on, Danny goes exploring around the hotel because that's what kid's his age do. He ends up in front of room 217 and he has the master key with him. I'm practically screaming 'Don't go in there!' and he doesn't. Because it's still too early in the book for that dark reveal. Danny thinks of a Bluebeard fairytale and runs away from an old fashioned extinguisher hose that may secretly be a snake filled with wasps. I'm not saying the hose is evil but I am saying "filled with wasps" is a possibility even in a non-paranormal hotel. Bugs are sneaky and known to hide in tight spaces, ready to strike when you're most vulnerable (Once again, this bug fact is brought to you by extremely biased, suspicious fear.) Doc knows what's up and makes like a wascally wabbit and hops on out of there.

The history of the Overlook continues to nag at Jack just like his wife did when he was drinking. Those are Jack's words, not mine. Jack's bitter, obscenity-filled words. Not even a few days in and he's losing it. No TV and no beer make Jack something something. As if his headache and angry behavior isn't enough proof of his slipping sanity, he calls the prissy manager, all the way in Florida, to tell him about the history scrapbook he found. So he wasted three dollars on a long distance call to rile up the Napoleon of hotel management. And he got no answers as to whether the hotel is still under mafia rule or anything shady like that. Later on, he gets a call from his rich buddy who guilt-threatens Jack into not writing a book about the shady history of the hotel he partly owns. Wendy senses there's something going on with Jack and his ever growing temper but isn't sure what to do about it. Even Danny is having trouble sleeping with all the bad vibrations he's getting from the hotel. My suggestions involve fire and lots of it.

The following morning, Wendy and Danny take a drive and she's all understanding and ready to believe whatever her son has to say. She asks if they're safe at the hotel and he's reluctant to confirm. She asks if he'd prefer to stay at her mother's but Danny likes her about as much as Wendy does so that idea is out. She brings up Tony, saying she believes but it seems Danny's little visitor isn't coming around anymore. That's not grrrreat. Back at the hotel, Jack relives his childhood by squeezing his fat ass down the playground slide. He thinks about his own father, an abusive drunk he still loved. Someone find a geometrist who can make deliveries because we have ourselves a parallelogram. Jack is about to head back inside when he suffers a bit of a freak out with the topiary animals seemingly moving. They follow Mario Boo rules, moving only when you're not looking at them. He gets back without getting mauled by floral fauna.

It starts snowing and everyone finds things to do indoors. Jack is pretty much obsessed with the boxes of old papers in the basement of the hotel, reading and wiping his mouth like a salivating dog. He's been doing the mouth wiping thing for a while now, and I don't know if it's supposed to be important to mention or if it's just another quirk that reinforces his craving for some hootch. Danny is doing his own investigating outside that damn room 217 again. I bet Doc wouldn't be doing stupid things like this if he had the other six dwarves to order around. Hey, if Stephen King can stick fairy tale references into this bizarre passage, so can I. Danny Doc goes inside room 217, everything looking nice and normal until he gets to the bathroom. Inside the tub is the foulest described dead body that a five year old boy will ever see. He tries to get away, repeating the mantra that it's "just like pictures in a book" but then the hands wrap around his throat. Woah. I think I may need to put down my book for a moment

Part Four: Snowbound

Knitting is Wendy's thing to do while it's storming outside. Knitting and sleeping. Okay. Let's see what Jack's up to. Looks like another flashback with Jack's abusive father and the times he beat his wife and kids. He and his family used to be paralyzed with fear when he got home drunk and I may be paralogizing here but when he imagines his son's face, with his broken arm, after remembering his mother's beaten face, even a paralexic would agree: there are some similarities. Some connections. Some equidistant linear elements, if you will. And while Wendy and Jack are sleeping or reminiscing, their son is getting choked by a naked zombie chick. Oh, and Jack destroys their only means of communication because he hears his dead father's voice in it urging him to kill. Way to go, you paralidiot.

Wendy and Jack finally spot their son, fresh bruises on his neck and a thumb in his mouth. No dirty joke, please. Wendy immediately accuses Jack, goes all Mama Bear and carries her son to their room, locking the door. Finally showing some common sense and selflessness, Wendy. Very good. Jack is so shocked, he goes to the empty bar and starts hallucinating again. He talks to imaginary bartender extraordinaire, Lloyd about the wonders of sobriety. They don't sound all that wonderful. And then he hears Wendy's voice. She tries to get him to help her take Danny to the hospital, planning on defending herself if he says no or does something crazy. But she doesn't need to because Danny finally snaps out of his catatonic state and screams like a howler monkey.

I didn't expect Danny to want his daddy, even after everything. But then, the man may have broken his arm but he did not strangle him. That was the work of the naked zombie and Danny tells them as much. In fact, he explains everything to them; visions, feelings, Tony, everything. And I'm a bit surprised. He sounds pretty calm and adult about everything except the fact that he was so scared he peed. Ah yes. Pee. The fear equalizer. His mom totally believes him though his dad is a bit less accepting. He decides to investigate room 217 and this time I'm yelling at him to shake a leg and venture into the room of bathtub corpse boobies. He's very slow and methodical about this. At first, there's nothing in the bathtub. Then he sees a mat, smells some soap and when he double checks the bathroom, he sees a shadow behind the curtain. He runs out of there like they're yelling last call at Lloyd's Liquor and such. When he gets back down, he tells his wife and son that he didn't find anything in room 217. You lying playwright hack! I hope you freeze in a maze that doesn't actually exist in this book!

At night, while some heavy boob fondling goes on (aaaaarghh! why?!), Wendy thinks of ways they can get their son to a doctor and she remembers they have a snowmobile in the hotel shed. She's not very bright sometimes. This news doesn't seem to please Jack as he considers the little money they have and his job prospects if he were to abandon the hotel position. He gets the urge to smack his wife until she's as dead as the bathtub beast but he stifles it for the sake of their son. He has a nightmare involving every bad thing he's been through, all muddied and metaphorical, just like Stephen King likes it. There's room 217, the student he hit in the tub, the wasps, the characters from his play, the basement, the cane his father used to beat his mother, the "take your medicine" line, and then a mallet. All that's missing is some bloody redrum.

Snowmobiles are not one of Jack's favorite methods of transportation. Why else would he sabotage his only means of escape? Sure, he gets into a mental debate culminating in his final belief that Danny has been telling the truth and the hotel is haunted or something. But surely this man is doing everyone a great service by taking out a polluting vehicle and reasoning he'll start drinking if he goes back to town. He also blames his son for everything because the house seems to be using Jack to get to Danny. Of course. Who can doubt such flawless logic? Hack. Danny decides to go play early in the morning while his parents sleep. That is not a good idea because the playground is near the topiary and those animal shaped bushes wanna play too. What follows is the slowest and most exciting chase on snow shoes you'll ever read. Every time Danny looks back, the lion shaped bushes get closer. He falls onto the porch just as he hears one pounce and he gets his leg scratched. How much damage can an oversized shrub really do?

When he tells his parents what happens, his father plays dumb and tries to convince him it was all a hallucination. Danny's powers of the shine allow him to find out his father saw the animals move too and is just in denial. His father's rebuttal is a slap to the face. Ladies and gentlemen, this is how a prep school debate coach wins an argument. Wendy takes that display of aggression fairly well considering she doesn't knock him on his ass. Later on at night, after everyone has calmed down, another little hotel quirk makes itself known. They hear the old fashioned elevator operating by itself and go to investigate. While Wendy and her son hear music and party revelry, Jack insists he doesn't hear anything and it's just some mechanical failure. I call B.S and so does Wendy. When the elevator stops, she shows him all the confetti and streamers in there from a costume party of yesteryear. I must say, it's certainly more festive than the movie's elevators filled with gallons of blood (unless you're at a high school prom).

Danny is once again left to wander without supervision as he ends up in the empty ballroom. He winds up in front of a decorative and ominous glass clock. The little clock ballet figurines come out and mechanically mime oral sex in front of the disgusted kid. Nice. Then Danny gets ready for the mind trip of a lifetime. He sees the red-eyed monster running after him with the mallet, his room trashed, and his cook friend, ole Tricky Dick Hallorann. Even though Tony can't help, Hallorann still can. Danny remembers what he said about mentally calling for him if he needs help. Danny gets one last vision of the bathroom in room 217 and he finally sees redrum in the mirror's reflection. Redrum spelled backwards is murder! Oh. My. God. This. Changes. Everything. Except. For. Not. Danny sends out a shining SOS. Hope the cook wasn't in the middle of some hot "clock business" himself.

Part Five: Matters of Life and Death

Okay, so instead of Dick having fun doing "clock business", he's actually working at another resort. I should be surprised about most of these people having two jobs but in these times, who am I to judge? I guess the late 70s weren't all flared pants and discotheques. Hallorann's orange senses start tingling (did I mention he smells oranges before he gets his own shine premonitions? If not, it's probably because it's a useless and kinda dumb detail.) He actually made himself a will before getting the mental message. Stephen King, your foreshadowing is unappreciated here. He makes an excuse about a dying son to get three days off winter work. He reminisces a bit about his own encounter with the dead body in room 217 and he rushes to try and make a flight to Colorado. He gets pulled over by a cop and misses it. You've got to be kidding me.

At Wendy's questioning, Danny tells her that the hotel is controlling his father and making him act all crazy, including sabotaging the snowmobile. He tells her about his attempts to communicate with Hallorann though he's not sure if it got through. She tries to be calm but is understandably freaked out. Smartest thing she does is take a knife from the kitchen and take Danny into their room to try and sleep while Jack is doing who knows what in the basement. Actually I do knows what. He's looking through the hotel's boxes of papers and reminiscing about his abusive dad for the four hundredth time. He notices the boiler and how close it is to critical explody capacity. Ah yes. You thought that wouldn't be important to know, didn't you. But it is. He starts to think about what would happen if he just let the boiler explode. His troubles would be blown away and, heck, he's got life insurance money. A part of me is rethinking my 'kill it with fire' suggestion. But a bigger part of me likey big booms. After coming to his senses, Jack vents the boiler thinking that since he saved the hotel from a fiery explosion, the hotel ghosts would reward him with alcohol. Okay, maybe his senses are about as good as a deaf mute (Prior King Novel Reference Alert: I miss you Nick. Thumbs up, fist pumps, self high five! Hope the good guys stay alive!)

Danny Doc has sensed all of this, of course, so he gets up to go look for his daddy. But there's someone blocking his way. A greasy, drunken, pedophile in a dog costume. Danny needs an adult; somebody call Chris Hansen! Danny runs back to his room, more sure that the supposed pictures in his head are real and dangerous. He sends another message to Hallorann who has finally gotten a morning flight. He's better than Chris Hansen. And lest you think Hallorann is lacking in his horror book/movie logic, he did try to call the Colorado authorities to check on the family up in the hotel but apparently every single park ranger and helicopter is helping some idiots caught in an avalanche and there's another snow storm brewing on the horizon. Of course there is. Let's add a lightning tornado and a plague of jackalopes while we're at it.

There's a different sort of storm brewing in the hotel ballroom. Every hotel guest and employee of the past few decades are in ghostly attendance, like that 'Once Upon A December' scene in Anastasia except not as whimsical and with only slightly more booze and perversion. The ghostly guests urge Jack to drink some alcohol and after much inner struggling, he downs the drink and it's all downhill from there. He dances with a woman and we find out, among other things, the dog costumed pervert is just some gay man with a crush on the former rich owner of the hotel, doing tricks and amusing the other ghostly rich socialites just so he can get a shot at the hotel magnate. Ugh. I think I preferred it when he was a weird possible pedo instead of this pathetic, love-sick fool. I'm only conferring this information, which is about as useful to the plot as orange smells, because it kind of explains the creepy dog-masked guy in the movie. I know, I know but the movie will always be in the back of my mind. Just like Danny will always be in the back of Jack's mind. It's Jack's turn to look at the glass clock but instead of saucy ballerina figures, there's a guy with a mallet bashing the figure of a small boy. The former caretaker, who killed his family, advises Jack to take care of his son and wife and after much agitation, Jack agrees to do so. I hope they have a nice family meeting about all this.

After nearly going down with his fellow plane passengers due to snowstorm turbulence, Hallorann rents a car and heads for the hotel only to find a road block. It's like mother nature is conspiring against him. Or she loves tension of the "just in the nick of time" variety. Speaking of, Wendy is ready to leave her room to get some food for her and her son and the tension is as thick as the canned soup she's heating. She calls out her husband's name every once in a while but gets no response. It's not until she makes it to the ballroom that she sees him passed out on the floor like a drunkie at the end of Octoberfest. She smells the liquor but she knows for a fact there was none when they first got to the hotel. Jack wakes up and boy does he have a killer hangover. Jack starts screaming and choking Wendy who just manages to knock him out with a wine bottle to the head after Danny comes running in to tackle his father. They both drag Jack to the pantry, where they'll lock him in with food (but no toilet) and hope that they'll last until someone comes to check up on them.

There's much cursing and banging and generally cuckoo thoughts as Jack tries to get out of the pantry. It's bolted from the outside and he has no hope of getting out unless the ghost of the former caretaker lets him out. Oh crap. And here we go. Jack is out. He's ready to kill his wife and hand over his special, powerful kid to the hotel. And look, there's a roque mallet on the kitchen table. If you haven't figured out that Jack is the insane killer with the mallet from Danny's vision, please leave. You're either too young (lacking critical thinking skills) to be on the internet or you've stumbled onto this blog while looking for cat pictures from your nursing home. Or you may be a cat yourself. In any case, Jack's gone full monster killer but Hallorann keeps on coming, even after nearly getting run off the mountain road and even after getting a very racist mental message from the ghosts of the hotel. Not since the vampire house at Jerusalem have I encountered a more evil, jerk of a building.

With all the common sense of a scared witless mother, Wendy goes downstairs to make sure Jack is still locked in the pantry. Sure she's armed with a knife but come on. This lady would cry at the trick-or-treaters with sheets over their heads. The previously-mentioned Jerusalem vampire book had a braver heroine than Wendy die because of her rookie horror movie mistakes. Suspense abounds and then heeeere's Johnny! Wiiiith a mallet! She tries to dodge his blows but gets some broken ribs and a busted knee. For God's sake Wendy, you have a knife! And now the knife is embedded in her husband's back. But like possessed wasps, apocalypse roaches, or unsympathetic female characters in a King novel, he refuses to die. Looks like Wendy's gonna meet Casper. But wait! Here comes Hallorann to save the day! On a snowmobile to join the fray. Only he can pull them from the edge. As long as he avoids that lion hedge. Aaaand he's topiary chow.

You know that saying 'step on a crack, break your mother's back?' Well a mallet can do that just as easily. Jack keeps yelling for her to "take her medicine" and maybe he's so drunk he's confusing a heavy wooden sports mallet with a reflex hammer. Silly Jack, doctors don't use mallets and they certainly don't spout misogynistic death threats. Unless you're in a Detroit free clinic. Wendy manages to crawl to her room, the knife in Jack's back having slowed him down a bit too, and she's ready to protect her son... but he's not there. Damn it, Doc! Maybe he went to do a house call. Using his mallet o'murder (or should I say, redrum'o tellam), Jack smashes through their room door and when she hides in the bathroom he starts smashing through that door as well. The only thing that saves her are the razor blades in the medicine cabinet that she uses to slash at his hand anytime he tries to reach in to unlock the door. Let this be a lesson, always keep a flamethrower in the bathroom. Because you may not be as lucky as Wendy to have some stranger come driving in on a snowmobile to distract your assailant. After Jack runs off to deal with this new intruder, Wendy emerges from the bathroom and faints. I may have to take back some of the non-scaredy cat praise I offered earlier.

Holy pyromania, Hallorann! That old cook avoided certain death by soaking the hedge lion and setting it on fire! Finally, being a smoking character in a Stephen King book pays off. He gets in the snowmobile and outruns the rest of the hedge animals before rushing into the hotel and calling for Danny. With much fear, he follows the trail of blood Wendy and Jack left to their little room. Dick Hallorann survived a near-plane crash, a near car-crash, and a giant lion made of leaves and branches, only to get taken down by a dying drunk with a hammer sneaking up behind him like a coward. I will relish your demise, Jack Torrance. Meanwhile, Danny is finding out that his invisible friend was just him this whole time. No really. It seems like Tony is a version of him from the future and with his powers, it's very possible. Danny knows his father is after him, under the control of the evil hotel, and his mom and Hallorann could be dying. Doc, Doc, Goose! He's out of the trance and out of time as he's running to the attic. Which is locked. For the love of-!

The only thing that can save him is a tag team kamikaze attack from an injured woman and a sixty year old man. Or one of those sappy moments where the power of Danny's love shakes his father out of his mania. Guess which one of these scenarios happens? In any case, we're almost at the end and there's one last thing that needs to be taken care of. The boiler. She can't take anymore; she's about to blooooow! After smashing his face into hamburger meat, possessed Jack rushes down to try and vent the boiler. So not only is the hotel racist and semi-homophobic, it's forgetful too. The possessed Jack gets down and sees everything hissing and smoking just as Wendy, Danny, and Hallorann run outside to escape the explosion. And what an explosion it is! Even the evil hotel feels the fires and screams in pain but, you know, not literally because it's still just a stupid building. Before they can get away, the hotel tries one last time to possess the weakest link, Hallorann, to get him to kill the Torrances. But since it's a racist building, it gets no where fast and he gets them away in the snowmobile. Woo! It's an early Christmas miracle.

Epilogue time. It's months since that terrible winter in an evil hotel and Cook Hallorann is back to his cooking ways in a little lodge in, you guessed it, Maine. Wendy is recovering in a backbrace and Danny is fishing by the pond when Hallorann stops by to visit them. He talks to Danny about grieving for his father and how unfair the world is but he has to keep going on. And in the end, Danny has Wendy and Hallorann who love him. My cold heart is melting over here. Danny hopes they'll always be friends and Hallorann assures him they will be, as they're joined by Wendy at the sunny pond. D'awwww. After anticipating most things due to my movie experience, I can say with much happiness and genuine surprise that Dick Hallorann made it! In the movie he died but in the book he survived! This makes reading the book all worth it and goes to show that horror movies always kill off the black guy. If I didn't know better, I'd think Director Kubrick is as racist as a Colorado hotel. (I'll just add that to my growing lexicon of Stephen King inspired phrases.)

In some ways I can understand why Stephen King was so angry at Stanley Kubrick's version of 'The Shining'. The minor changes would be enough to piss any writer off but the true insult is in the complete overhaul of the major characters, especially Jack. The semi-sympathetic alcoholic who had his own abusive past and ultimately tried to save his son when it came down to the wire was replaced in the movie by some crazy guy who looks very predator-like even when he shares nice moments with his son. And Wendy Torrance in the movie got all of Book Wendy's crying terror and none of her mama-bear determination, from what I can recall. Little Doc might as well have been replaced by a a cardboard cut out of Bugs Bunny for all the mature insight and fatherly devotion he supplied in the movie. Oh and lest we forget, Kubrick killed off the cook in the movie. Why? For shock value? For a heightened sense of hopelessness? The movie ending gave us plenty of that without the benefit of the book's epilogue that shows the family healing.

I don't want to get into a whole movie vs. book analysis (though that might not be a bad idea for a future post) but I really did love this book. I'm so glad I left it for the end of this month. I might re-watch the Kubrick movie tomorrow, just to compare (I must admit the movie is a bit fuzzy for me in some places) but ultimately, despite their differences, both book version, and the movie version, are the most enjoyable Stephen King works I've experienced yet.

I hope you all have a Happy Halloween tomorrow! Shine on you crazy, diamond.