By Charlotte Aspin
Rounding up our Halloween mini-series, the author known as Chazbaps tells us all about it.
How does one write about the book that they love the most?
In an erratic, misinformed way, and when that book is a horror book, well, the writing just gets scarier. But in all seriousness, this book is my most favourite scary novel of all time.
And not just on account of a killer clown, but more because of how lost I got when reading it.
When you become part of the book, part of the “losers”, and you turn that last page and your life as you imagined it has gone, it’s horrifying. I became embroiled in beating this manifestation of fear, and so passionately, that I forgot that it was just a book. That can be the scariest thing.
IT is one of Stephen Kings best novels by far, and as a renowned writer of the horror genre, he uses his best ideas in this book. Despite doing a degree in creative writing, I still can’t tell you all the fancy pants ways in which he gets his details across but I sure as hell can tell you why I like the book.
The antagonist is a clown. The antagonist is also not really a clown. It’s whatever you fear. To one character it could be a werewolf in high school polyester, to another it’s a manifestation of your father, a longstanding abuser of women. The thing is though with the baddy, is that he isn’t necessarily a common idea of fear, King literally scrapes the grave (in a good way) to find the things that you never knew you were scared of until he tells you you are. Example: it’s not everyday you think you’re afraid of possessed refrigerators is it? Well you might be, like me, once you read it.
The real horror though, in my humble opinion, comes from reality. Ghoulies and goblins are all well and good, but there’s less chance of them catching me in an alleyway than a drunken, violent human being. Or someone with a penchant for getting stabby. The real life people, living day to day in Maine, are the ones that truly terrify me. King manages to take reality and twist it to the farthest it will go. This is why involving a reader is scary, we have to be pushed face first into this toilet bowl of humanity and we aren’t allowed to close our eyes. Reading about babies being flushed down the toilet, or the harrowing realness of a dog dying from poisoning, and especially knowing a young boy is behind pet disappearances because he kills them and stores them, are the things that make this book a scary book.
It’s a thick book, and that’s exciting. You get to stay an extended stay in King’s motel. You get to crisscross the paths of adulthood and childhood, you get to travel underground, overground and squish the eggs that hold the babies of evil itself. It’s a journey.
I love this book. Purely. Simply.
It’s my favourite of all time.
It was the first book that really took me in, and made me feel part of a family. It made me cry. And not pansy, pussy crying, over the relationships of these kids, but over the fact that every animal I started to love in this book died.
I highly recommend anyone reading this so called article, to pick this book up, whether you like Stephen or not. (We’re totally on first name terms.)
(I’m totally lying.)
It’s one of his best and as a standalone story, it is incredible, it doesn’t need Carrie or The Shining to build it up, the hype is already there.
The horror is alive, and it’s whatever the hell you want it to be.