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the Dark Tower ref. :
Nineteen (19)

First line :
The terror, which would not end for another twenty-eight years - if it ever did end - began, so far as I know or can tell, with a boat made from a sheet of newspaper floating down a gutter swollen with rain.

Notes :
The bird
- that attacked Mike Hanlon made a sound "Tak-Tak-Tak". This was one of the characters in Desperation and The Regulators.

Places :
Derry, Maine
Take a look at the towns for more info...

Quotes :
  • “Everything down here floats."
  • “Everything’s a lot tougher when it’s for real. That’s when you choke. When it’s for real.”
  • "You pay for what you get in this world. Maybe that's why God made us kids first and built us close to the ground, because He knows you got to fall down a lot and bleed a lot before you learn that one simple lesson. You pay for what you get, you own what you pay for... and sooner or later whatever you own comes back home to you."
  • “I guess I believe instinct’s the iron skeleton under all our ideas of free will. Unless you’re willing to take the pipe or eat the gun or take a long walk off a short dock, you can’t say no to some things. You can’t refuse to pick up your option because there is no option.”
  • “You may come to think you’ve stumbled on the worst of Derry’s secrets… but there is always one more. And one more. And one more."
  • “Hi-yo Silver, AWAYYY!”
  • “Maybe sometimes things didn’t just go wrong and then stop; maybe sometimes they just kept going wronger and wronger until everything was totally fucked up.”
  • “Sometimes events are dominoes. The first knocks over the second, the second knocks over the third, and there you are.”
  • “We lie best when we lie to ourselves.”
  • “If the wheels of the universe are in true, then good always compensates for evil – but good can be awful as well.”
  • “Derry is a violent place to live in an ordinary year. But every twenty-seven years – although the cycle has never been perfectly exact – that violence has escalated to a furious peak… and it has never been national news.”
  • “No one who dies in Derry really dies.”
  • “Some stuff has to be done even if there is a risk.”
  • “No matter how much you squirm and dance, the last two drops go in your pants.”
  • “No good friends. No bad friends. Only people you want, need to be with; people who build their houses in your heart.”
  • “Stop now before I kill you all. A word to the wise from your friend Pennywise.”
  • “The love is what matters, the caring… it’s always the desire, never the time. Maybe that’s all we get to take with us when we go out of the blue and into the black. Cold comfort, maybe, but better than no comfort at all.”
  • “Derry is It.”
  • “Finest kind of dope. Book-Valium.”
  • “The circle closes, the wheel rolls, and that’s all there is.”
  • “Be true, be brave, stand. All the rest is darkness.”

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  • Written : This book was begun in Bangor, Maine, on September 9th, 1981, and completed in Bangor, Maine, on December 28th, 1985.
  • Intended original titles : Derry
  • The novel shifts from the years 1958 to 1985, two remarkably active periods for It...
  • Synopsis :
    A promise made twenty-eight years ago calls seven adults to reunite in Derry, Maine, where as teenagers they battled an evil creature that preyed on the city's children. Unsure that their Losers Club had vanquished the creature all those years ago, the seven had vowed to return to Derry if IT should ever reappear. Now, children are being murdered again and their repressed memories of that summer return as they prepare to do battle with the monster lurking in Derry's sewers once more.

    In 1978 my family was living in Boulder, Colorado. One day on our way back from lunch at a pizza emporium, our brand-new AMC Matador dropped its transmission-literally. The damn thing fell out on Pearl Street. True embarrassment is standing in the middle of a busy downtown street, grinning idiotically while people examine your marooned car and the large greasy black thing lying under it. Two days later the dealership called at about five in the afternoon. Everything was jake-I could pick up the car any time. The dealership was three miles away. I thought about calling a cab but decided that the walk would be good for me. The AMC dealership was in an industrial park set off by itself on a patch of otherwise deserted land a mile from the strip of fast-food joints and gas stations that mark the eastern edge of Boulder. A narrow unlit road led to this outpost. By the time I got to the road it was twilight-in the mountains the end of day comes in a hurry-and I was aware of how alone I was. About a quarter of a mile along this road was a wooden bridge, humped and oddly quaint, spanning a stream. I walked across it. I was wearing cowboy boots with rundown heels, and I was very aware of the sound they made on the boards; they sounded like a hollow clock. I thought of the fairy tale called "The Three Billy-Goats Gruff" and wondered what I would do if a troll called out from beneath me, "Who is trip-trapping upon my bridge?" All of a sudden I wanted to write a novel about a real troll under a real bridge. I stopped, thinking of a line by Marianne Moore, something about "real toads in imaginary gardens," only it came out "real trolls in imaginary gardens." A good idea is like a yo-yo-it may go to the end of its string, but it doesn't die there; it only sleeps. Eventually it rolls back up into your palm. I forgot about the bridge and the troll in the business of picking up my car and signing the papers, but it came back to me off and on over the next two years. I decided that the bridge could be some sort of symbol-a point of passing. I started thinking of Bangor, where I had lived, with its strange canal bisecting the city, and decided that the bridge could be the city, if there was something under it. What's under a city? Tunnels. Sewers. Ah! What a good place for a troll! Trolls should live in sewers! A year passed. The yo-yo stayed down at the end of its string, sleeping, and then it came back up. I started to remember Stratford, Connecticut, where I had lived for a time as a kid. In Stratford there was a library where the adult section and the children's section was connected by a short corridor. I decided that the corridor was also a bridge, one across which every goat of a child must risk trip-trapping to become an adult. About six months later I thought of how such a story might be cast; how it might be possible to create a ricochet effect, interweaving the stories of children and the adults they become. Sometime in the summer of 1981 I realized that I had to write about the troll under the bridge or leave him-IT-forever.

    The novel It stands at the center of King's career. It is the peak of all that had gone before, and the commencement of everyhting which followed. To call it a magnum opus, then, does not seem flagrant or premature, for It is simply Stephen King at his very best.
    It follows the lives of seven children, exploring their town, their families, their enemies, and their greatest fears. Often, these outside influences intertwine and build upon each other, until they are indistinguishable. For these children are what as known as "Losers," outcasts of their society in a small maine town in 1958. There is the stutterer ("Stuttering Bill" Dengrough), the fat kid (King's best human creation Ben Hanscom), the abused girl (Beverly Marsh), one of the town's only black kids (Mike Hanlon), the Jewish kid (Stan Uris), the Mama's Boy (Eddie Kaspbrack) and the obnoxious kid with glasses (Richie Tozier). All could be merely sterotypes, symbolic of entire classes, but but King infuses them with a greater humanity. They actually become real. And they come together, perhaps through benevolent forces greater than them. Similar forces, these dark and sinister, are against them. Their town, Derry, is not like other towns. The murder rate (especially the child-murder rate) in Derry is higher than in any other small town of comperable size, enourmously so during periods every twenty-seven years or so. The Losers begin to peice together a pattern, and discover that the murders can be all followed back to once source: a creature they come to know as It who lives in the sewers of Derry and likes to feed on children.
    It is a powerful being, able to read people telepathically and assume to form of the thing they're most scared of. Ben sees The Mummy, Richie sees the Teenage Werewolf, and Bill sees the ghost of his dead brother, George. And they are the lucky ones, the ones who got away. But It, because of It's reliance on Derry, has infused Itself into the town consciousness. In a way, Derry is It, and It is Derry, and the children of the town are the only who know.
    The novel shifts from the years 1958 to 1985, two remarkably active periods for It. In 1985, the Loser's Club of 1958 has grown up, become successful, and live lives that are only mere echoes of their pasts. Then, Mike Hanlon makes six phone calls, and they find they now must return home to fight their greatest demon. The question isn't whether they will come, but whether they can become children again, recapture the magic and fear that ruled their lives in those younger days. Can they?
    The answer to that question lies in King's most complex and compelling narrative, a wonder of a novel that stands alone as King's best work to date. This book examines fear, faith, belief and magic, creating King's most memorable characters and his most horrifying vision. It is, plainly put, an experience you will never forget (even if the Loser's Club does.)


    Viking 1986.

    "First Published in 1986 by the Viking Press"
    on copyright page.

    Dust Jacket price: $22.95

    A 250 limited 1st edition was done in Germany it was published first but it was not authorized by Stephen King. A very controversial book also very elaborate, this book will not sneak
    by the nose of any book dealer.


    New English Library 1989.
    Eighth impression 1989.
    No numbers on Copyright Page
    1116 pages.
    ISBN 0 450 41143 5.

    Copyright © Stephen King, 1986.

    Fiction: Horror


    This book is gratefully dedicated to my children.
    My mother and my wife taught me how to be a
    man. My children taught me how to be free.

    NAOMI RACHEL KING, at fourteen.
    OWEN PHILIP KING, at seven.

    Kids, fiction is the truth inside the lie, and the
    truth of this fiction is simple enough; the magic

    Part 1: The Shadow Before
    1: After the Flood (1957)
    2: After the Festival (1984)
    3: Six Phone Calls (1985)

    Derry: The First Interlude

    Part 2: June of 1958
    4: Ben Hanscom Takes a Fall
    5: Bill Denbrough Beats the Devil - I
    6: One of the Missing: A Tale from the Summer of `58
    7: The Dam in the Barrens
    8: Georgie`s Room and the House on Neibolt Street
    9: Cleaning Up

    Derry: The Second Interlude

    Part 3: Grownups
    10: The Reunion
    11: Walking Tours
    12: Three Uninvited Guests

    Derry: The Third Interlude

    Part 4: July of 1958
    13: The Apocalyptic Rockfight
    14: The Album
    15: The Smoke-Hole
    16: Eddie`s Bad Break
    17: Another One of the Missing: The Death of Patrick Hockstetter
    18: The Bullseye

    Derry: The Fourth Interlude

    Part 5: The Ritual of Chùd
    19: In the Watches of the Night
    20: The Circle Closes
    21: Under the City
    22: The Ritual of Chùd
    23: Out

    Derry: The Last Interlude


    Bill Denbrough Beats the Devil - II


    To the children, the town was their whole world. To the
    adults, knowing better, Derry, Maine was just their home
    town; familiar, well-ordered for the most part. A good
    place to live.

    It was the children who saw - and felt - what made Derry so horribly different. In the storm drains, in the
    sewers, IT lurked, taking on the shape of every
    nightmare, each one`s deepest dread. Sometimes IT
    reached up, seizing, tearing, killing...

    The adults, knowing better, knew nothing.

    Time passed and the children grew up, moving away.
    The horror of IT was deep-buried, wrapped in
    forgetfulness. Until they were called back, once more to
    confront IT as it stirred and coiled in the sullen depths of
    their memories, reaching up again to make their past
    nightmares a terrible present reality.

    'Begins with a devastating atrocity and keeps the thrills
    coming at a breathless pace'
    The Fiction Magazine

    'The compulsive narrative clocks smoothly into overdrive
    - with a belter of a finale that's guaranteed to shred
    your nerves'
    Glasgow Evening Times

    'His finest to date...Hardly a page is without its shocks
    and surprises yet King still manages to give us a
    terrifying climax'
    Yorkshire Evening Post

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