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Space Suit motion test.

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CARRIE (1974)

I have started a new blog, where I’ll be reading and writing about every Stephen King book that’s been published in chronological order. Here’s the first entry.

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CARRIE is, famously, Stephen King’s first novel. I say famously, because it’s actually his fourth written novel, a story that people love to tell when discussing the roads to publication of various big name authors. (“Did you know King wrote three books before he was accepted?’ goes the common confidence-boosting phrase.) And, nearly as famously, he actually threw it away at one point, until his wife convinced him to rescue it from the rubbish. The rest is, as they nearly say, a 60ish-strong publication history. (The first three written books, incidentally, were RAGE, THE LONG WALK and BLAZE, all of which found publication in later years, and all of which will be covered soon enough.)

And it’s quite a zeitgeist-y novel: published in the same approximate timeframe as ROSEMARY’S BABY and THE EXORCIST, and when cinemas were showing DON’T LOOK NOW and THE WICKER MAN, the public were beginning to fall in love with the weirder, more personal side of paranormal. And it worked out for him, clearly.

The book itself is the story of Carrie White, a high-school student with latent - and then developing - telekinetic powers. It’s brutal in places, affecting in others (Carrie’s relationship with her almost hysterically religious mother being a particularly damaged one), and gory in even more. By the end of the novel, there’s quite the body count, and it’s a body count that you wouldn’t necessarily see coming given the general tone of the novel - and Carrie White herself.

Structurally it’s a really weird one, with a standard King-ian third person narrative voice interspersed with extracts from other media: newspaper reports, autobiographies of characters, transcripts of police interviews, that sort of thing. It’s not something that entirely works, as the extracts are still in King’s voice, and are often the worst part of the novel. When reading the excitement of the third-person sections, being dragged somewhere else and presented with an often less-interesting viewpoint wasn’t always my ideal. (In particular, there’s a series of extracts from the character Susan Snell’s fake biography, and none of them are very interesting. Apart from anything, they just don’t read like biography; they read like monologues.)

But, it’s a good story. Carrie herself is an interesting - if basic - character, and the book drags the reader along at a fair-old whack. King’s described the novel as being “a cookie baked by a first grader — tasty enough, but kind of lumpy and burned on the bottom”. And that’s a pretty fair assessment, I’d say. As a debut novel, it’s a pretty good piece of juvenalia. As a statement of intent - that intent being to write stories that deal with the weird, twisted and human in equal measure - it’s exceptional.

KING-ISMS

In every review, I’m going to look at any tropes and common stylistic touches that appear through King’s novels. CARRIE’s obviously interesting as it was the first, and it throws up a few ideas that he would repeat throughout his career. The big one in Carrie is the internal monologue. King has a habit 

                                                    (habit? habits are formed, this is innate)

                                                                                           of indenting bracketed or italicised thoughts made by characters in amongst his third-person narratives. (See what I did there?) It’s an easy way to bypass ‘She thought’, and actually pretty elegant. In CARRIE, it’s new to him. Where now he’ll use it sparingly, in CARRIE it’s everywhere. By the end of the novel, there was a page where there was more internal monologue than not, I’d reckon. 

It’s also a relative tone-setter of a novel: the narrative is distinctly his; and some of the dialogue - particularly in Carrie’s conversations with her mother - delivered in voices he would revisit in later novels and characters (in MISERY, in the DARK TOWER series, in DOLORE CLAIBORNE). 

FLAGG-RAISING

One last thing. King has a character who has officially appeared in nine novels: Randall Flagg (aka Walter O’Dim, the Dark Man, The Man in Black, the Walkin’ Dude). He’s not a nice chap, and I’ll deal a lot more with him when looking at later novels - starting, if memory serves, with 1978’s THE STAND. But there’s plenty of arguements to be made for his appearance in other King texts, and CARRIE is no different.

Carrie’s mother, in her religious fervour, frequently refers to - either directly, or through Carrie’s prior indoctrination - “the black man… his cloven feet striking red sparks from the cement.” Now, while it’s meant to be the devil in this instance - or, rather, a more direct suggestion of the devil than Randall Flagg’s usual appearances - that particular being is never mentioned by name. And “the black man” is awfully close to The Man In Black and The Dark Man, I’d say…

NEXT

Next up is 1975’s SALEM’S LOT, a story of vampires and another of King’s common themes - writers.

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The Bookish Half Dozen {James Smythe}

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James Smythe is the writer of The Testimony (out now, published by Blue Door/HarperCollins) and The Explorer (due out at the start of 2013, published by HarperVoyager). He’s also a writer/narrative designer for a variety of video games. Here’s his Bookish Half Dozen:

Favourite books?
Let’s go with stuff I’ve loved from the last couple of years, otherwise you’ll be here in ten paragraphs time, begging me to stop. Joshua Ferris’ The Unnamed; Richard Gwyn’s The Vagabond’s Breakfast; Ross Raisin’s Waterline; Jennifer Egan’s A Visit From The Goon Squad; Holly Howitt’s Desk; Colson Whitehead’s Zone One; David Vann’s Caribou Island; Jeffrey Eugenides’ The Marriage Plot; John Harding’s Florence & Giles; Charles Yu’s How To Live Safely In A Science Fictional Universe; Will Wiles’ Care Of Wooden Floors. Each is pretty brilliant, I think. I know this because I swell with envy when I read them. Also, I’ve just finished reading Nick Harkaway’s Angelmaker, and really: wow.

Favourite authors?
Now or at one point, and in no particular order: Michael Chabon; Jonathan Coe; Iain Banks (both with M and without); F Scott Fitzgerald; JD Salinger; Austin Wright; Margaret Atwood; Paul Auster; William Golding; Brett Easton Ellis; George Orwell; George RR Martin; Angela Carter; JG Ballard; Stephen King; Toby Litt; Shirley Jackson; Kazuo Ishiguro; William Boyd; Douglas Coupland; Richard Yates. Also, add everybody that I mentioned for the previous answer, as I’ll read anything that any of them write from this point forwards. 

Books that you wish you’d written?
Shirley Jackson’s We Have Always Lived In The Castle. Because - and I can’t say too much as it’ll give it away - it does something narratively that other stories have done, but it probably did it first and definitely does it best. It’s pretty wonderful. Shirley Jackson was a brilliant writer full-stop, actually: powerful, story-focussed, and able to write the most beautifully succinct-yet-powerful sentences. (Incidentally, if there was a Best Short Story question, she’d win that with The Lottery, because I really believe that you cannot write a more perfectly structured few-thousand words than it.)

Books that you just don’t get?
Simple one: I don’t like it when people write novels that seem designed to show off how intelligent/well-read/worldly they are. There have been a few in recent years, all ballyhooed, and I am almost always disappointed by a sheer lack of genuine story, character and feeling. But I won’t mention any names, naturally. I’m too much of a chicken for that.

Guilty pleasure book?
Music biographies. There’s no real guilt here, but I’ve spent time reading some dreadful ones when I could have been knee-deep in something that people might not shake their heads at. It’s better if they’re by or about bands I have at one stage or another truly loved - Paul Trynka’s book on Bowie, for example, is great, as is Dean Wareham’s autobiography, and Motley Crue’s The Dirt is the best book about awful, awful people you’ll ever read - but I can pretty much read anything. Best of the recent lot? Everybody Loves Our Town by Mark Yarm. A history of Seattle from the late 80s to the mid-90s. Soundgarden, Nirvana, Alice In Chains, Pearl Jam, Melvins, Mudhoney, all in their own words. It’s brilliant. Apparently Morrissey has finally gotten around to finishing his autobiography. I’m actually drooling at the thought.

The book that changed your life?
Stephen King’s The Dark Half. I was, what, twelve? thirteen? when I first read it, and I was coming off goofy, gory Christopher Pike books about chain letters and scavenger hunts, and I wanted more. So I picked up three Stephen King books: Misery, It, and The Dark Half. My dad reads King, and I nabbed them from him. Loved them all. Loved that Misery was about a real, weird woman, no ghosts or supernaturals, just a crazy lady with a dangerous obsession; loved that It was about unexplainable evil, my first real encounter with something that felt bigger than just the pages it was printed on; but I most adored The Dark Half. It was about writers and creating, and the process of it all. It was about sad craziness and not knowing what was real and what wasn’t. It wrapped itself up in King’s own personal mythology, embedded in and around his invented pseudonym, Richard Bachman, and I loved that it crossed those boundaries between reality and fiction. Sounds more complicated than it is; it’s actually just a really great story. Nowadays, some people sloppily dismiss King as being an easy-to-read storyteller, but that doesn’t actually sound at all like an insult to me. There’s a pretty blunt reference to The Dark Half in The Testimony, in fact. Mainly because it fitted perfectly, admittedly, but there was something of joy in being able to bring it back to where it all really started for me.

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THE TESTIMONY

So, THE TESTIMONY is out. 

I won’t shout about it - I went mad on Twitter yesterday - but you can read the opening chapters here for the price of an email address. That’s awesome, right?  

And if you like it, you can buy it on Amazon or in any good bookshops. And when you’ve read it, chat to me about it on Twitter? Use the hashtag #thetestimony and I’ll find you.

PS: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=K38iA3jQHFs

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Please note that THE TESTIMONY novel doesn’t feature this glove (more’s the pity).

Please note that THE TESTIMONY novel doesn’t feature this glove (more’s the pity).

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T-Minus.

So, 6 days until THE TESTIMONY is out. I’m starting to get very nervous now. It’s a novel about a few things, but primarily - from my point of view - it’s about faith. It’s not picky about what the faith is in, but I know it’s a contentious subject, and one which people love examining. Me? I have faith in things. It’s something I’d like to talk about more, when some people have read the book. To say more now would constitute as a spoiler, I think. It’d be remiss of me not to ask/beg you all to buy a copy of it: it’s going to be in bookshops and online pretty much everywhere you can think of, and there’s all the ebook fancies you could wish for. But the Hardback is really very lovely, for what it’s worth. (I’m not sure that my wholly biased view is worth anything at this point…)

Anyway: time doesn’t stop because the book is coming. I’m still writing - finished a draft of THE MACHINE, which is out, oooh, sometime next year, and I’m now knee-deep into the sequel to THE EXPLORER, for some vague and distant point in the future. 

6 days. Seems less than real still. Madness.

Incidentally, there’s a twitter account to be found at @testimony27 which you might want to follow. I’m writing another story from THE TESTIMONY, set around a character called Cornelius (which might or might not be his real name). I wanted to tell something else, about a different sort of person than you might find in the book, and I wanted to play with the concept of the delivery form itself. It’s only running for a couple of months, and it might be a lot of fun. Follow, interact, do whatever. One of the joys of twitter etc is that any interactions are yours…

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Martian Sunrises


Martian sunrises, as seen by the HiRISE orbiter. 

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Yummy.

Yummy.

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Ten Comics Better Than Watchmen

(This was borne of an argument between myself and others about Watchmen. One of us thinks that Watchmen is the be-all and end-all. He is wrong. It’s an 8/10. So, in no particular order, and with three things of greatness regarding each:)

  • Ed Brubaker’s Criminal - A noir masterpiece, packed with black eyes, women who are trouble and men who can’t stay out prison.
  • Batman: The Long Halloween/Dark Victory - the best two-fer of the World’s Greatest Detective. Mafias, Calendar Man, a Robin that isn’t hateful…
  • Jeff Smith’s Bone - The best fantasy comic I’ve ever read. Dragons, Chosen Ones and those funny people with big Disney-ish noses.
  • Bill Willingham’s Fables. Fine, it’s running pretty long now, and the whole FAIRYTALES ARE REAL? thing has been stolen and destroyed, but it’s brilliant. Best things? Gepetto, Prince Charming and Bigby. Always Bigby.
  • Marvel’s Annihilation run. These three things alone will sell this to you. SPACE OPERA. ALIENS. ROCKET RACCOON.

Rocket Raccoon

  • Joe Hill’s Locke & Key. Truly original ideas are few and far between. Keys that unlock people’s heads/do magic/kill etc? It’s a good one. Also features immortals, lots of death and a fair chunk of sex.
  • Mignola’s Hellboy. I think it’s become cool to forget about Hellboy now. Shame. It’s so good: Secret Army Projects, the BPRD and Baba Yaga, all covered in a Lovecraft slime. Yummy. 
  • Brian Vaughn’s Y: The Last Man. A plague makes all the men in the world die. Apart from one. Features ninjas, a monkey and a killer ending. 
  • Robert Kirkman’s The Walking Dead. Better than the TV show by a country mile. All about the story and the characters: making you care when they die, one by one. The Apocalypse, numerous headshots, and the Governor.
  • Ed Brubaker’s run on Captain America. My favourite superhero story of all time. It’s perfect: an arc that takes you through every emotion, never missing or skipping a beat, and perfectly framing a character that many write off as one-dimensional. Features Cosmic Cubes, cyborg arms and reincarnations. 

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Bookplate from Frankenstein; Or, the Modern Prometheus

Bookplate from Frankenstein; Or, the Modern Prometheus

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(via Eyal Gever)

(via Eyal Gever)

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Scape.

Scape.