Book Thoughts: Carrie (Stephen King)

As you all should by now know my favorite author is Stephen King. I like the way he writes, his style, his ‘voice’ as they say. He can weave a story and using nothing but his words, paint a vibrant picture in my head.

 

King’s first published novel was Carrie back in t1974. The book has spawned three movies to date – with another re-make on the way supposedly to be released sometime around Halloween 2013.

 

The story centers around Carrietta “Carrie” White. The daughter of a staunch bible-thumping Jeezus howling evangelistic mother, Margaret White (Carrie’s father was said to be the same way, but is deceased in the novel). The way the book describes Carrie makes me picture a somewhat pudgy (though not fat) girl with a pale, pimply face. Not at all consistent with Sissy Spacek, but then again, that’s Hollywood for ya.

 

King takes us through the mind of this girl as her special telekinetic powers are beginning to show themselves. To be sure there were a few instances early on in Carrie’s childhood that gave her mother a hint that the devil was in her, but those were rare. The powers really begin to come in as a 16 year old Carrie experiences her first period in the showers after gym class. Horrified that she’s bleeding – her mother, it would seem, had never explained this to her (I can only assume that she was absent that day in school when the nurse took the girls into a special class about that stuff).

 

That’s where the second most famous scene associated with Carrie happens, with the girls in her gym class throwing tampons and pads at her yelling “plug it UP, plug it UP, plug it UP”. Later in the book, not quite the end, but really the beginning of the end, comes the absolute most famous scene, the one with the pigs blood. In between those two milestone events, we are taken on a journey. Some into Carrie’s past and some into her mother’s past (she claims she had sex only twice, both times resulted in pregnancies – the first was stillborn, the second was Carrie).

 

Carrie is horribly bullied in school, all the way through school. If she were in school today, she’d probably be the poster child for some federal anti-bullying campaign. Given what kind of religious kook her mother is, combined with her appearance (I keep seeing her with stringing hair and shiny, oily skin) it’s not a wonder she was treated so poorly. Kids are going to be kids after all, and at their most base, I firmly believe all kids are mean as snot until they are learned better by their parents and teaches (and their peers but usually only after a good ass-whoopin’).

 

It is clear to me reading this, that it is one of King’s early works (of course it is, it was his first). His prose isn’t as polished as it is today, almost 40 years later. His backstory isn’t as in-depth. On the other hand, the novel is only a few hundred pages long, far short of his 1K+ page works of today.