“Well, who should we vote for? They’re more your crowd than mine. (she thinks) I don’t even have a crowd.”
“Why don’t we vote for ourselves?”
“No!”
“Why not?”
“Please, don’t vote for ourselves!”
“Carrie. (smiles at her reassuringly) C’mon. To the devil with false modesty.”
(she thinks, finally smiles in return) “To the devil.”
I read Stephen King’s debut novel Carrie over the course of a single, white-knuckle weekend back in high school and haven’t revisited it since. Neither of those statements is particularly surprising in retrospect. King was my first, second, and third favorite author growing up. Whereas typical kids can be counted on to occasionally skip schoolwork to indulge in unconstructive extracurriculars, I too often found myself immersed in choice cuts from Night Shift or Skeleton Crew instead of my own assigned reading. The breadth of King’s literary domain has rendered his lesser tomes somewhat disposable, and Carrie certainly isn’t one of his best. Structured largely as a series of small town newspaper articles covering the aftermath and, retroactively, the background and lead-up to a sensational local tragedy, it reads like the growing pains of an ambitious first-time author manifesting in real time. Continue reading “Movie review: “Carrie” (1976)”
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