May 14th, 2016

Berthold Run


Last night's dream — once I got to sleep to dream — was about correcting something I'd done wrong. And having trouble correcting it. Somehow, I'd wound up with a library book I'd taken from a library without checking it out, and I needed to get back to the same branch to get the book officially checked out. I kept having obstacles: a library branch I didn't usually go to, which was hard to get to; bus routes not cooperating; and a bus stop that was also an unexpected food cart pod. That pod felt like a gauntlet, a place where the people there somehow didn't want me there. I felt judged by the people in and near the carts. And anxious me got more anxious.

Very, very Portland; very, very me. That's what that dream felt like.

Not the best night's sleep, darn it.
Good Omens

A Place Full of Hurt: Thoughts on Stephen King's "IT"

Bullying because of hate. Bullying because of love. Both are a big part of Stephen King's It. I finished two days ago, after waiting years to tackle it, the one early King novel I hadn't yet read. I was daunted by both its length (just shy of 1100 pages) and what I knew of its ending, a notorious moment of "wait is King going there OH DEAR GOD HE WENT THERE" that I was preemptively uncomfortable with. (The few particular pages where he "went there," I read in a library. As far from the kids' section as possible, come to think of it.) It stayed uncomfortable. I stayed discomforted.

Stephen King has long excelled at portraying dysfunctional relationships, and It, no surprise, is full of them. The history of Derry, Maine, going back centuries to before the city even existed, is full of people being awful. The people there have always lived on a Bad Spot*, intensifying how awful many of them are, but it's a matter of degree: as King has said, "Damaged people damage people," and It shows this. King has empathy for the bullies, who've been hurt themselves, but doesn't flinch from showing how they hurt others. But bullying due to love gone sour appears, too: Eddie's mom reacts to the loss of her husband and Eddie's father by trying to make Eddie scared of the world and even of his own body, and simply can't hear anyone challenge her. Any challenge is a personal attack, she feels (she doesn't really think it through), so she hurts and hobbles her son as a result. Not fair, but she'd never understand that.

Racist attacks, spousal abuse, gang justice, ignoring of said bullying, possible violent sabotage, gay-bashing (handled weirdly by King; he's long been a little off about how he handles non-hetero sexualities in his work), all co-exist among the supernatural threats of this novel, as King's work often does: the unbelievable and the all-too-believable. Pennywise the Clown, the frequent form of that supernatural evil (It Itself, in other words), wants that, feeds off of it, and can encourage it. Pennywise being fictional doesn't leave us off the hook for how we treat each other. And there is so much of that, what with 1100 rollercoaster-y pages. Had I read this when I was younger and more likely to re-read books, I probably would not have re-read this.

I'm glad I read It, but I immediately wanted to read something much lighter. (That's Myth Alliances by Robert Asprin and Jody Lynn Nye. I'm also working on the second Dresden Files, but the book isn't really grabbing me and at this point I'm mainly reading it just to have read it.)

* My very-much-not-inner science fiction fan did appreciate the science-fictional explanation of why Derry is like this.