Finished It today. Boy am I obsessed.
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Finished It today. Boy am I obsessed.
Bev Marsh and violence - with the qualifier that I'm only a third of the way through reading It.
When Bev gets beaten by her dad, there's no emphasis to the violence. It's there, it's present, but there's no more time spent on it than the time she takes pick things up or turn or smile. There's no weight. The violence is so normalised to her that it's just another part of life, and not one she feels affects her greatly.
In contrast to this is Tom. Every instance if the violence he invokes is accentuated. He exudes violence. He ponders it and plans it and thinks about it. It has emphasis and with from his pov at the start, after Mike calls. He is subsumed by violence; h would be nothing without it.
The contrast is really compelling, and another great example of King's character writing. It's also notable that, despite everything, Beverly doesn't think much of the violence for good or bad. It's just there.
Beverly is a complicated character, because sometimes she feels like her own person, but often she's just the sexualised extension of the boys. This is reduced in the movie adaptation. There's a fine line between a caricature of a female abuse survivor and an accurate depiction, and King spends most of his time jumping back and forth over it. I like that she ends up with Ben though; they'd be so good for each other.
"‐‐and his heart would both hurt desperately and somehow grow brighter at the same time."
Stephen King, IT
❝The door will open and you can look at him,
the man whose sperm made you redheaded
and left-handed and gave you the ability to draw.❞
— Beverly Rogan Marsh.
Sophia with the Losers
Questi erano i suoi amici e sua madre si sbagliava: non erano amici cattivi.
Forse, considerò, non esistono nemmeno amici buoni o cattivi, forse ci sono solo amici, persone che prendono le tue parti quando stai male e che ti aiutano a non sentirti solo.
Forse per un amico vale sempre la pena avere paura e sperare e vivere.
Forse vale anche la pena persino morire per lui, se così ha da essere.
Niente amici buoni. Niente amici cattivi.
Persone e basta che vuoi avere vicino, persone con le quali hai bisogno di essere; persone che hanno costruito la loro dimora nel tuo cuore.
It, Stephen King
i want to run towards something, not away.
I’m reading the book and I’ve never rooted for Pennywise but after the Three Uninvited Guests, I really hope that Pennywise get Tom’s balls through shattered glass and pull his intestines through his ass and hang hang him with them or something