This is the first entry on a series of entries about reading the library of Stephen King from beginning until the most current. It may take some time. But I am excited.
One Thing no one tells you about Carrie.
It is a vastly different novel than the film.
I love the film. However, I loved it even more before I read the book this year.
I waited a very long time to read the book. Precisely because I didn’t want to hate the movie.
Hating the movie is not the right word. The movie is great. Those performances, those killer moments of horror.
Nevertheless, the film and the book are so different as to be two entirely different visions.
I can’t tell you which one I liked better.
The book, however, is more complexitively (I think I just made up a word) honest to a reality about high school that is existent. Kids are cruel, because High School is the first place where we get a sense of competition. And like primates, when we win, we like to shun the loser. Carrie in the book is a loser, of the gene pool, of the social pool, the only thing she is a winner on is the one thing we cannot see. Her telikenetic ability.
However, In the film, Carrie is not a loser of many of those pools. why would anyone hate Carrie? She was beautiful.
I always assumed there was a sort of virginal jealousy; much as if the women of Bethlehem may have been jealous of Mary when they found out some Angel diddle her in a field. I always assumed those bitches in that high school were jealous bitches, and I don’t think that was the way at all.
Stephen Kings shows us a Carrie that was a veteran of a war before we know the most basics about her.
“Yet there had been all these years, all these years of let's short-sheet Carrie's bed at Christian Youth Camp and I found this love letter from Carrie to Flash Bobby Pickett let's copy it and pass it around and hide her underpants somewhere and put this snake in her shoe and duck her again, duck her again; Carrie tagging along stubbornly on biking trips, known one year as pudd'n and the next year as truck-face, always smelling sweaty, not able to catch up; catching poison ivy from urinating in the bushes and everyone finding out (hey, scratch-ass, your bum itch?); Billy Preston putting peanut butter in her hair that time she fell asleep in study hall; the pinches, the legs outstretched in school aisles to trip her up, the books knocked from her desk, the obscene postcard tucked into her purse; Carrie on the church picnic and kneeling down clumsily to pray and the seam of her old madras skirt splitting along the zipper like the sound of a huge wind-breakage; Carrie always missing the ball, even in kickball, falling on her face in Modern Dance during their sophomore year and chipping a tooth, running into the net during volley-ball; wearing stockings that were always run, running, or about to run, always showing sweat stains under the arms of her blouses; even the time Chris Hargensen called up after school from the Kelly Fruit Company downtown and asked her if she knew that pig poop was spelled C-A-R-R-I-E: Suddenly all this and the critical mass was reached. The ultimate shit-on, grossout, put-down, long searched for, was found. Fission.”
In the book, they are not bitches, they are evil, beauty is evil, but also, the way King describes Carrie, is brutal. Carrie was on the outside the way I felt on the inside as a gay kid growing up in Newark, NJ.
Another thing I loved about the novel was how the events were not contained, what happened in the town was a national panic.
A couple of rolled over in my mind as I read.
Now onto the personal reaction. This book made me angry. The two big jokes I heard at my high school graduation were, “Monty, are you going to roll down the aisle,” or “Monts, are you gonna wear a bra at graduation?” Those were the last few days of four years of absolute hell.
While the film throws us headlong into unavailable horror. This book points out to a hundred thousand moments where everything could have gone in a different direction.
I also loved the sections of The Shadow Exploded that go into Margaret White’s life story. A little novelette within a novel, which in the age of the Conjuring would make an incredible prequel. It is full of wonderful terrors to explore.
Of all the characters in the novel, I loved Tommy’s humanity most. He seemed to be the one that understood the monstrosity in Carrie, in himself and in others.
There is a scene in the novel, that is stunning in its ability to just get down to how we feel as kids, growing up in a violent world unwatched, and where our Parents think we are perfectly safe.
““Yeah.” He rubbed his nose reminiscently and his cheek gave a small tic, the way it had when he made his confession about getting the rubber wrong the first time. “The kid's name was Danny Patrick. He beat the living shit out of me once when we were in the sixth grade. I hated him, but I was scared, too. I was laying for him. You know how that is?”
She didn't, but nodded anyway. “Anyway, he finally picked on the wrong kid a year or so later. Pete Taber. He was just a little guy, but he had lots of muscle. Danny got on him about something, I don't know, marbles or something, and finally Peter just rose up righteous and beat the shit out of him. That was on the playground of the old Kennedy
Junior High. Danny fell down and hit his head and went out cold. Everybody ran. We thought he might be dead. I ran away too, but first I gave him a good kick in the ribs. Felt really bad about it afterward. You going to apologize to her?” It caught Sue flat-footed and all she could do was clinch weakly: “Did you?” “Huh? Hell no! I had better things to do than spend my time in traction. But there's a big difference, Susie.”
“It's not seventh grade any more. And I had some kind of reason, even if it was a piss-poor reason. What did that sad, silly bitch ever do to you?”
There is a moment in that passage that truly got to me. A moment, when I imagined that Peter was doing much worse to Tommy, that this bully was sexually assaulting him. It was King’s choice of word, laying, and the way Tommy just glances over it. That kick in the ribs, it just felt like too little for what, obviously sat on the page as humongous.
In addition, I think this is what Stephen King does that the films do not. We all have this part of us, which we see as too ugly to look at, it is those parts, and the ones we contemplate in the darkness that turn us so evil towards those who are different from us.
I have no way of knowing if this is what Mr. King meant, but, isn’t what we read meant to be interpreted by who we are, what we’ve become because of the things that have happened to us.
“They finally even made a movie about it. I saw it last April. When I came out, I was sick. Whenever anything important happens in America, they have to gold-plate it, like baby shoes. That way you can forget it. And forgetting Carrie White may be a bigger mistake than anyone realizes…”
Hollywood does much of the same, they don’t revisit a property once they have processed it, what they do is revisit the processed product, “the original film” and based any retellings from there.
That would be a mistake; there is an actual actor out there, which could be the Carrie presented in the book.
I hope she gets a chance to play the role.
reviewed by Montserrat Mendez
Steal The Stars, feels like no other podcast I have heard. It feels like an elevation, an evolution, and a true work of humanity, the real combined with the extremely fantastical.
It is also astutely witty about other things than science fiction, as if it knows that story needs layers to attract audiences. It has plots twists, love affairs, sacrifice, misunderstandings, it is funny and heartbreakingly gorgeous. That I am having trouble choosing my favorite, podcast or novel, has inspired me to write about the story telling journeys that transformed my understanding of forms. So stay tuned to this blog. This is just the beginning.
While the Podcast by Mac Rogers explored the ideas of obsession, lust, of jealousy and the secrets humans are expected to keep, Nat Cassidy’s adaptation travels deeper into the landscape of human emotion.
The human emotions in this case belong to Dakota Prentiss, a disciplined soldier leading the protection (for exploitation) of Moss, an alien, that landed somewhere in the hills of California, around which an entire secret industry has been built.
Mac Roger's Podcast, somewhat flies through this information to introduce us to the unique personalities that work at Quill Marine, because Mac’s Podcast is a lust story, he establishes the rules of the world fast; and then sets us towards the breaking of the worst rule, no fraternization. That the people working in Quill are expected to work together and keep a secret so big that it stunts their ability to have honest relationships is part of the thrill of seeing its lead struggle with rules she once professionally kept.
But Nat Cassidy, spends time describing the town, and it is in and of itself a lonely place, Cassidy understands that there are places in America that have lost their industry, and the town then turns towards its darker nature, and the darkness overtakes it; and then the cancer grows, or the silent alien lands, and it doesn’t do much of anything, but it does create the one thing the town needs, a reason to exist. And then by its very presence Moss acts as a mirror, makes us aliens to one another. A particularly touching moment when Patty stands in the parking lot, looks out onto the horizon and is desperate to connect to Dakota, is one of those moments you can only read on the page.
""Fraternizing," I said.
"Fraternizing," she echoed.
Patty stared off at the inky trees. Against the glowing sky the trees looked as if they'd been cut out of black construction paper. What a weird planet we lived on."
In both podcast and novel, Dakota is an efficient employee because she is a chess player, she is the type of employee that every company loves, because she can anticipate your needs, and she doesn’t mind killing the occasional person.
Into this world, where the alien has become so normal, as to have its every action clocked predictably, enters the most unpredictable of things for Dakota… that funny little thing called LOVE. And his name is Matt.
This is where I can write about how the podcast vs. the novel.
In the podcast, I actually felt the lust, the newness of Matt into the mundane existence of babysitting an alien is what turns Dakota on, that and how much she feeds her obsession about him, her jealousy, that jealousy makes the final moments of the podcast brilliant for reasons I cannot spoil. But if you are an especially jealous person, the ending would probably satisfy you even though you won't admit it out loud.
But on the page, with Nat Cassidy’s adaptation, I could actually feel the love. She falls in love with Matt, every word that Nat writes, is a word that takes a step towards her damnation.
There are moments that work as reflections of one another, there are moments in the novel that are better than the podcast and vice versa, but they both stand alone as unique pieces of work and of genius, living in the same universe but feeling, reading, and claiming ownership of their mediums in ways I couldn’t have anticipated.
And there are real consequences to love and to lust, and both Steal the Stars the novel and the podcast lean into those consequences with a certain abandon that leaves you breathless.
We live now in a time when stories are hitting us from every direction, I believe that social media will give way to who we are in our very content, what is our story? and so to be touched by any story is actually harder now than it was ever before. Because the minute you finish a story, you are asked to join another one, be it on Facebook, twitter, almost immediately, it is making us immune to the power of story in that we are often just looking for the next story high.
Well, if Mac Rogers and Nat Cassidy have discovered a way to slow us down and gives us a more lasting high then I am completely here for it. Let them be my story dealers.
The podcast is full of incredible performances and two performances by Ashlie Atkinson and Becky Comtois that elevate the art of podcasting. It will be very hard for me to return to other podcasts without wanting that elevated feel that their performances achieve.
And Nat Cassidy has matched those performances by including details, taking risks, and truly thinking about how to honor Mac’s universe while building a home for himself in it that you’d want to visit again and again. There is a haunting interlude that may just be the best two pages I have read in a novel in a very long time.
While I was at the edge of my seat, waiting week to week for the podcast with the expressed need of an addict, I had a completely different reaction to Mr. Cassidy’s achievement, every page I turned gave me anxiety, because there came a point where there were less pages in front of me than behind me, and I just didn’t want the story to come to an end.
This is clearly the best podcasting experience of 2017, it is a landmark in content creation. It will inspire podcasters and story tellers to take control over their own creations in a way that signals the further end of the old systems.
But who cares about that?!!! there is at the end of it all, Dakota Prentiss yearning for something, for a love, for an adventure, for a change of her routine, for a light in the darkness, and holy moss in the sky, Mac Rogers and Nat Cassidy supply us with light and darkness to spare.
Steal the Stars
Podcast by Mac Rogers
Novel Adaptation by Nat Cassidy
Produced by Gideon Media
and Tor Labs