Synopsis: 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, moved 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.
Review: I never really liked clowns. When I was a child, they made most of my classmates laugh, but not me. I never found them funny. I think I know why now.
And then, never again will I look at a sewer plate in the same way. Never. I even think that the next time my footsteps cross one of them, I will change of sidewalk. Just in case.
That’s the effect “It” …
Stephen King has a gift, the one of arousing fear from situations that, with others, borders on ridicule. A voice coming out of a sewer plate? Balloons in a tunnel? Let me laugh! Sorry … Let me slam my teeth, and not because I’m cold …
We find the small town of Derry in which Bill lives, Bill who lost his brother inexplicably. He is not the only one who has suffered such facts: disappearance, drowning … Derry seems to be affected by an evil on which no one can put a face. The years pass, 27 to be precise, and It returns, It on which one can not put name or face, except the one of horror.
If I tell you that I am squeamish, you will understand that “It” It had the same effect on me as the best horror movies. I gathered all my cats to sleep with me at night so they can protect me, and I even picked up a stuffed toy, in case one of them had the brilliant idea of deserting. And yet, “It”, it’s not just the story of horror. It is also one of daily life, questions, portraits that the author weaves and which are a true reflection of the Derry society. But it only takes a few pages to change everything, and the author’s pen, much more elaborate than in my memories, has succeeded in making me switch every time.
Needless to turn around the pot: did I like it? Yes !
Shall I read a Stephen King novel again? Yes !
Will I see the movie at the theater? Uh, joker! Remember, I’m squeamish.
Will I be able again cross a sewer plate? Not sure !