The Long Run of 2025 King Adaptations, Part II: Back to The Shining 

“This is truly amazing, a portable television studio. No wonder your president has to be an actor. He’s gotta look good on television.”

Doc Brown, Back to the Future (1985)

…and it must end–will end–in fire.

Stephen King, Never Flinch (2025)

This post has a deep Shining rabbit hole in the middle framed by a discussion of The Running Man. (I’ll justify The Shining inclusion by noting that it was screened in IMAX this December and that Dick Hallorann (and his shining) is a major character in this year’s Welcome to Derry.)

Table of Contents

My Little Runaway
The Rabbit Hole Never Ends
The Alice of It All
The Mickey Sweater Theory
Back to The Running Man
The Eyes Have It
Works Cited

My Little Runaway

The last line of King’s Richard Bachman novel The Running Man (1982) describes “a tremendous explosion.” And its opening weekend at the box office was apparently a less tremendous explosion, a bomb of a different type. I did see it during its opening weekend, and it is a traditional Hollywood action blockbuster different in tone and quality from The Long Walk. I enjoyed The Running Man, but The Long Walk is a better movie. 

Part of what’s more fun about The Running Man is that, unlike all the other 2025 King adaptations, it has a preexisting adaptation for comparison, the 1987 version with Arnold Schwarzenegger, which is a fairly typical Schwarzenegger flick, ridiculous and campy with him beating people up and then dropping comedic one-liners. I kind of love this movie (I might be biased toward Schwarzenegger because my father watched his movies T2: Judgment Day (1991) and True Lies (1994) on repeat when I was growing up). People like to talk about how far afield this adaptation went from the book, with commentary on the new one being that it’s fairly faithful to the source material. But the new one actually does something akin to what Mike Flanagan does in Doctor Sleep (2019) when he reconciles versions of The Shining, King’s novel with Kubrick’s adaptation: it reconciles the Bachman novel with the Schwarzenegger adaptation. Early in the movie when the main character Ben Richards is watching game shows on the “free-vee,” the host holds up some “new dollars,” which have Schwarzenegger’s face on them. 

The 1987 movie is billed as being based on the novel by Richard Bachman, not King (the new one credits King), and apparently the creators did not realize it was a Stephen King book until after they’d started making it (according to The Kingcast‘s interview with the new one’s director, Edgar Wright). This makes sense, since King was outed as Bachman in 1985 and the film rights would have been optioned by that point. This also would seem to indicate that King’s experiment in seeing if he could be successful under a different name was showing that he very well could be if the movie adaptations were starting. We can’t technically know for sure since that’s exactly when Bachman was outed, but it does not seem like Schwarzenegger’s Running Man would have launched Bachman like De Palma’s Carrie did King. It’s still amazing that two of the handful of Oscar nominations actors King adaptations have ever garnered were from the very first movie (the others are Kathy Bates for Misery–the only winner ever for a King adaptation–Tim Robbins for The Shawshank Redemption and Michael Clarke Duncan for The Green Mile). We’ll see if The Long Walk turns out to be a contender. 

A big change the ‘87 movie makes from the beginning that seems promising is that Ben Richards is not a poor desperate father whose daughter is sick, but a police officer who’s ordered to kill civilians in a food riot and refuses. They send him to prison and frame him for killing the civilians they then proceeded to kill anyway. It’s really when the depiction of the game show itself starts that the film goes off the rails (yet was still ranked number 17 out of 60 King adaptations in 2018; there’s been about 60 more since then, half of them this year). The Running Man isn’t supposed to flee out into the world to be hunted by the public at large for thirty days, but is released in a circumscribed environment where he has to battle “stalkers” much akin to the exaggerated personae of fake professional wrestlers. 

Two of these stalkers, Sub-Zero and Fireball, struck me as a fitting metaphor for a framework for King adaptations with its foundation in King’s comments on Kubrick’s Shining adaptation when he said the film is “Cold. I’m not a cold guy. I think one of the things that people relate to in my books is there’s a warmth…with Kubrick’s The Shining I felt that it was very cold.” He’s being figurative, but of course the book and the movie also represent this opposition literally: in King’s, the boiler explodes and the Overlook and Jack burn, and in Kubrick’s, Jack freezes to death. As The Running Man reinforces, King is fond of ending his work with explosions and/or fires. Yet King apparently did not have a problem and claimed he liked the changes in another adaptation that turned his work from hot to cold in a vein quite similar to The Shining: David Cronenberg’s adaptation of The Dead Zone (1983). In this film, a major incident the main character Johnny Smith is clairvoyant about and tries to prevent is a bar burning down with people trapped inside, while in the movie, it’s that some kids are going to drown playing hockey on a frozen lake when the ice breaks. (Christopher Walken’s “The ice…is gonna break” is iconic enough to be one of the soundbites in the opening sequence of The Kingcast.) The Dead Zone adaptation also adds a lot more references to Poe’s “The Raven,” which is interesting when The Shining novel has more Poe references that Kubrick downplayed. Also, both Kubrick and Cronenberg rejected King’s screenplay drafts for their respective adaptations (and if you’ve seen the 1997 Shining television miniseries King wrote, you’ll understand why). 

The Rabbit Hole Never Ends

I’m back in The Shining rabbit hole exploring its Alice in Wonderland references for a new book of essays planned to mark the novel’s fiftieth anniversary. As I’ve noted, Alice is one of King’s most common literary references throughout his work but is especially prominent in The Shining. References to it also appear both in The Long Walk (the first novel he ever wrote) and in The Running Man. About halfway through The Long Walk novel, Garraty gets frustrated with Stebbins giving him cryptic answers to his questions and says he’s like the caterpillar from Alice in Wonderland, to which Stebbins responds he’s more the white rabbit type and maybe for his wish he’ll ask to be invited “home for tea.” Then at the end of the novel Stebbins reveals the Major is his father and is using him as “the rabbit” to drive the other walkers farther, though he compares himself more to a mechanical rabbit in that part, and says that his wish was going to be to be invited into his father’s home. Given that the entire third of three sections of the novel is called “The Rabbit,” this makes the Alice reference fairly significant. (The film cuts the explicit Alice references but has Stebbins say that he wanted his father to invite him “home for tea” when he’s making the rabbit analogy and paternity confession.) In The Running Man, near the end after learning his family has been killed and he’s being offered a deal to join the show as a hunter, Richards invokes, apparently in his head, a few lines from “The Walrus and the Carpenter” poem from Carroll’s second Alice novel, Through the Looking-Glass (1871). This feels fairly unnatural given the pains the novel has gone to to depict Richards as occupying the extreme lower rungs of a class system that would mean he lacks an education. Had he compared someone’s grin to a cheshire cat’s as King’s Alice references frequently take the form of, that would feel more natural as referring to common knowledge; actually citing verse is more far-fetched. But King can’t help himself. (The verse does appear in the Disney version, but King makes no indication it’s a Disney reference, and though he makes frequent Disney references, his Alice references usually seem to allude to Carroll rather than Disney.)

Given a major theme in King’s work, epitomized in IT, about the scope and power of childhood imagination to defeat evil, reinforcing a need to transcend dehumanized modern industrial culture that values rationality above all else and no longer believes in magic, it makes sense that Lewis Carroll’s Alice would be a touchstone for him–the potential liberation of childhood imagination being a major theme there. The Alice references in The Shining are part of Danny’s mediation of the unreality he’s experiencing; he’s in his own version of Wonderland, a horrifying one rather than magical. Let’s not forget that a roque mallet becomes the murder weapon in King’s version, and that the croquet mallets in Alice during a significant sequence are living animals. Inanimate objects as live animals recall King’s use of the topiary animals (when Jack notes he got the caretaker job because Al Shockley recalled he’d had a job trimming a topiary before, he says that topiary was “playing cards,” another big Alice motif). Wordplay is a huge part of the Alice texts (as when Alice asks where’s the servant to answer the door and the reply is, “‘What’s it been asking of?’”) and of course wordplay becomes a huge part of The Shining through the repetition of “redrum,” which is revealed, in a mirror, to be “murder” backwards; Tony also appears to Danny “way down in the mirror.” And in Carroll’s Through the Looking-Glass (1871), Alice enters Wonderland through a mirror. In discussing King’s use of archetypes and fairy tales, Ron Curran has done an analysis of the use of the Alice references, how they’re linked to the Bluebeard fairy tale in the text, and how they reflect the Jungian parental complex–both Alice and Bluebeard “carry the dynamics as well as the images of the primal fears of children living with both the father and the mother complex” (42). Curran notes that in Danny’s entering room 217, King uses “the Red Queen and her croquet game to frame Danny’s experience of terror” (42). 

Curran doesn’t suggest that the REDRUM concept might be a Through the Looking-Glass reference, but I don’t think that’s a stretch. One Alice reference Curran doesn’t address is how King provides an answer to the famous unanswered riddle from the Mad Hatter’s eternal tea party, “why is a raven like a writing desk?” King’s answer: “the higher the fewer, of course!” The meaning of REDRUM is itself a sort of riddle in the text that is in effect “answered,” its meaning revealed when we see it in the mirror. There’s a “murder” reference in Alice–the Red Queen has sentenced the Mad Hatter to the eternal tea party because at some point he was wasting her time, or as she puts it, “murdering the time.” When Curran refers to the key (literal) link between the texts–“With this key Danny opens up the whole world of the Overlook in the same way that Alice’s key admits her to the world of Wonderland” (41)–he’s referring to a scene where Danny uses a key to wind up a clock. King’s novel has a version of the eternal tea party (a conceit of time being murdered as a punishment for time being murdered) which is the ballroom party that takes place on August 29, 1945. King reminds us the riddle is a reference to the eternal tea party when, after providing the riddle’s answer, he adds, “Have another cup of tea!” Curran seems to be somewhat split in terms of how horrific Alice is, at first saying the references provide an “emotional distance” that makes Danny’s tension more bearable because it’s a counterpoint to the horror, then pointing out that it does echo the horror in aspects like its “homicidal queen.” One video unpacks the cultural critique of British industrial society some of Carroll’s references address that are truly horrific, like how it was common (and common knowledge) for hat-makers, or hatters, to go mad from mercury poisoning in the process of making hats, and how opium was marketed as something mothers could give to babies to quiet them that ended up poisoning and killing a lot of them. The video also comments on the repetition of the lessons and poems Alice recites as part of the education system’s process of not teaching students but turning them into mindless cogs.    

In a new volume of King criticism released this year, Theorizing Stephen King, its editor Michael J. Blouin asserts that: 

King’s adaptations have become so ubiquitous, his reservoir of filmic references so deep, that he has spawned what I would describe as a style in its own right: the King-esque. Simply put, because it has become extremely difficult, perhaps impossible, to extricate the author’s legacy from the ever-growing tome of adapted versions of his work, spanning a wide array of mediums, one cannot adequately theorize Stephen King without the aid of adaptation studies.

And one cannot adequately theorize about The Shining without addressing the wide range of theorizing about it up to this point that exists entirely outside of academia. Per one YouTube comment, “Is it safe to say that ‘Shinning Analysis’ is a genre unto itself now?” To which I’d say, does a bear shit in the woods? Matthew Merced addresses this phenomenon in his essay “​​Lost in the labyrinth: Understanding idiosyncratic interpretations of Kubrick’s The Shining,” describing “the psychological operations underlying the mind’s interpretive ability … with emphasis on how idiosyncratic interpretations are derived” (56), with an “idiosyncratic” interpretation being one “that provides unique or unusual meaning for objects/events in the stimulus field … best understood as a marker that an interpretation reflects something about the interpreter’s beliefs and experiences. The more an interpretation diverges from obvious distal properties and ordinary associations, the more it reflects personally meaningful (i.e., idiographic) aspects of the interpreter’s psychology” (59). Interpretations as mirrors (as I have theorized that adaptations are like mirrors; as a mirror for Kubrick himself, whose directing style some have characterized as “emotionally abusive,” the “cold” changes in his adaptation would seem to reinforce this)… Merced’s title uses the labyrinth, which will be a central part of the theory I’m about to launch into, as a metaphor for the range of interpretations The Shining generates, but never discusses it otherwise except as part of the film’s plot summary. Merced notes that in light of the limitations of idiosyncratic interpretations, he recommends “using theory‐driven analytical frameworks, which are more likely to generate interpretations that are rooted in observable, nontrivial, evidence and are consistent with principles of logic” (56). Which would align with Blouin’s mandate, to avoid interpretations that amount to “little more than sycophantic devotionals,” to “‘Always theorize!’” Though Ron Riekki notes in an introduction to a book of academic essays on IT that

…there is an infamous legend about Tony Magistrale’s essay on Children of the Corn being read at a conference King was attending and how King’s response to the essay was that the “thought of Vietnam never crossed my mind.” Interestingly enough, essays about Stephen King are not only about Stephen King. They are also about the person writing the essay. Magistrale’s essay gives insight into the imaginative, inventive, scholarly mind of Tony Magistrale…

The Many Lives of It: Essays on the Stephen King Horror Franchise, edited by Ron Riekki, McFarland & Company, Inc., 2020.

Yet King admitted The Long Walk was about Vietnam and vehemently protested it in college, so it seems safe to say it was in his mind somewhere.

The Alice of It All

It’s been my theory that Kubrick picked up on the Alice references in King’s novel and extrapolated from them some of the significant changes he made in his film. The centrality of the Grady twins (who are technically not twins in the film but are played by twins and present as twins, a la Tweedledee and Tweedledum). More mirrors. I would argue the iconic “All work and no play” line that’s not in the book could be inspired by Alice and that narrative’s emphasis on the significance of childlike play (it could also be a joke that Jack has been sitting there working and produced “no play,” since a play is what Jack was trying to write in the book). And last (chronologically) but not least, changing the hedge animals to a hedge maze. Except the hedge maze does not appear in Carroll’s version–this is a change Disney made in his Alice adaptation. It makes a kind of sense that, being the adapter, Kubrick leaned more into the Disney adaptation when it came to the Alice motif, while King, the original novel writer, references the original Alice novel source text. So there’s a parallel in adaptations: King references Carroll’s Alice; Kubrick references Disney’s Alice, because Disney is the original adapter of Carroll. 

As far as I can tell no one else has talked much about this, and when it comes to any kind of analysis of The Shining, idiosyncratic or otherwise, it’s hard to believe anyone could come up with something that has not already been discussed to death. There is a video about elements of Disney’s Alice in Kubrick’s movie, but it includes no hypothesis about the relevance of these references. My ultimate hypothesis about the relevance would be it’s a means of Kubrick mediating (so to speak) his own adaptation process, which is largely characterized by his extrapolations from the source text, utilizing elements in the source text that are different from how they were used in the source–like how the line “come play with me … Forever. And Forever. And Forever” is in the novel uttered by a random ghost child rather than the Grady children. While King has Delbert Grady have the conversation with Jack that occurs much as it does in the film, the ghosts of the Grady girls never appear in the novel, which seems like a huge narrative oversight Kubrick rectified.

Kubrick and King apparently had a similar take on how horrific Disney’s children’s films are, with Kubrick saying

Children’s films are an area that should not just be left to the Disney Studios, who I don’t think really make very good children’s films. I’m talking about his cartoon features, which always seemed to me to have shocking and brutal elements in them that really upset children. I could never understand why they were thought to be so suitable. When Bambi’s mother dies this has got to be one of the most traumatic experiences a five-year-old could encounter.

Which sounds a hell of a lot like King’s take:  

In a 2014 Rolling Stone interview, when asked what drew him to writing about horror or the supernatural, King responded: “It’s built in. That’s all. The first movie I ever saw was a horror movie. It was Bambi. When that little deer gets caught in a forest fire, I was terrified, but I was also exhilarated. I can’t explain it” (Green). In a 1980 essay for TV Guide, written while King was writing his novel Cujo, King again explained that “the movies that terrorized my own nights most thoroughly as a kid were not those through which Frankenstein’s monster or the Wolfman lurched and growled, but the Disney cartoons. I watched Bambi’s mother shot and Bambi running frantically to escape being burned up in a forest fire” (King, TV Guide 8). 

“Cujo, the Black Man, and the Story of Patty Hearst” by Sarah Nilsen, in Violence in the Films of Stephen King, ed. Tony Magistrale and Michael J. Blouin. Lexington Books. Kindle Edition. 2021.

Given that The Shining is Kubrick’s first horror movie (though some have analyzed how it flouts a lot of tropes in this genre) and that it surrounds a traumatized five-year-old, that Kubrick might go to the Disney version makes a kind of sense. 

In King’s version of The Shining, the topiary (in his case animals) is the impetus of the novel because it’s noted they’re what made “Uncle Al”–that name could be an Alice nod–think of Jack for the job in the first place, and in Kubrick’s version, the hedge (in his case a maze) is critical to the climax and outcome of the story. And in Kubrick’s case the topiary is a seemingly more explicit Alice reference, though not as explicit as King’s references to Alice when Danny’s entering room 217. King has an Alice reference impact the plot in a more direct way by having Jack’s potential murder weapon be the roque mallet, but the boiler would be the corollary to Kubrick’s hedge maze in terms of the climax and what kills Jack.

Merced quotes a producer of Kubrick’s film claiming Kubrick “deliberately infused uncertainty into the film” (61) which is hardly surprising, but then Merced does provide more concrete evidence for it:

Perceptually, the viewer can never be confident that what is observed is real, even within the film’s own ontology. In The Shining‘s opening image, the sky and mountains are mirrored in a lake’s still surface. What is real and what is a reflection? This perceptual ambiguity is repeated several times throughout the film when an establishing image is revealed to be its mirror image (61).

In the Disney version of Alice (and not Carroll’s), Alice first sees the white rabbit as a reflection in a body of water, which in hindsight is an indication of the white rabbit’s not being real. 

Merced later invokes a different meaning of reflection without connecting it to the first type of reflection: “It is argued that The Shining‘s oedipal content generates potent archaic associations within viewers; these associations are latent and not available for conscious reflection” (62)–this after presenting the evidence that Kubrick and co-screenwriter Diane Johnson discussed Freud and consciously put Oedipal content into the film. This would make the reflections in bodies of water more potent–the surface reflections reflect something deeper beneath the surface of the conscious mind. 

In King’s version, Danny would be the figurative Alice figure; as Curran puts it, King “pairs two children with burning curiosity to enter forbidden territory,” and this is reinforced when Alice references surround Danny turning the key and entering room 217. In Kubrick’s version, Danny doesn’t choose to do this; he discovers that the door to Room 237 is ajar with a key dangling from the lock that he did not turn himself (though he does test the doorknob earlier in the film and finds it locked, so he is still curious). Rather than Danny, it’s the Grady twins who are rendered Alice through their outfits. And because there are two, they are possibly an indication that Kubrick is referencing the Disney version, the second version of Alice. People have remarked on how they’re shown in a way that’s not explicitly identical, with one being slightly taller (though again, the actresses are identical twins), which would speak to how an adaptation is not its source material’s twin, and also to how most viewers perceive the characters are twins. But Ullman says they were “about eight and ten” when he’s telling the story to Jack, so they are not twins, though the concept of “The Shining twins” will go down in posterity as one of the most famous aspects of the film. (Of course, there’s a YouTube explanation for this.) The “all work and no play” line that’s repeated is in a sense “twinned” (non-identically) in the twins’ creepy call to Danny to “come play with us.” Palmer Rampell notes that the “all work and no play” line might represent how

Genre fiction and films have been criticized as the mechanistic repetition of one plot (see McGurl 2009, 26), and much of the later output (e.g., Jaws, Star Wars) of New Hollywood took the form of familiar genres, which could be said to appeal to audiences’ familiarity with generic narratives, with the desire to see the same plot reproduced indefinitely (165-166).

Not unlike King’s plots… Rampell also notes that it captures Kubrick’s famous penchant for the amount he made his actors repeat takes. He doesn’t quite go so far as to say the representation of repetition would allude to the adaptation process itself being a form of repeating the source material, and obviously Kubrick’s adaptations are far from a repetition in that sense.

People have noted the repeated references to the number 42 in Kubrick’s film, often presented as evidence that he’s commenting on the Holocaust, and in both the book Alice and the Disney version, “Rule Forty-two” is invoked in the trial scene near the end when Alice grows large again and they tell her this rule is that all persons a mile high must leave the court. Of course if that’s in both texts, it can’t be evidence that Kubrick is taking more from the Disney version, but the endings of the book and movie diverge after this moment when, in the book, Alice shortly thereafter declares to the guards about to come for her “you’re nothing but a pack of cards,” and as they start to attack she wakes up from the dream the whole thing has been. This declaration is in the Disney movie, but the narrative continues from there as Alice flees from the court and is chased–through the hedge maze. She has to go back through a sequence of landmarks that marked her journey on the way in to get to the door she came through in the first place after falling down the rabbit hole, but it’s locked (again) and when she looks through the keyhole, she sees herself sleeping on the riverbank. Which means she’s doubled like the Shining (non)twins! 

Alice’s declaration about the pack of cards to awaken herself in the book echoes King’s ending when Danny defeats the Overlook monster in Jack by declaring to it that it’s “just a false face.” This verbal articulation of the true state of the monster being the instrument of its defeat is a common trope in King (one adapted by the Muschiettis in shifting the ending of It: Chapter Two and the final defeat of Pennywise that comes off as a little ridiculous). Kubrick of course changes this to the hedge maze chase, but echoes the Disney Alice and how she has to go back the way she came to get out of Wonderland: Danny outsmarts Jack in the hedge maze by tracking backward over his own footsteps, going back the way he came.  

Both the Disney version and Carroll’s open with the book Alice’s sister is reading and Alice thinking it’s useless for not having pictures (Carroll’s Alice books do have pictures, illustrated by John Tenniel). In the Disney version, her tutor is reading it out loud to Alice, while in Carroll’s, the sister appears to be reading it to herself and Alice only thinks about the pictures rather than saying anything out loud to her sister. In the Disney version she sings a whole song about what her nonsense world would be like and how everything would be its opposite before seeing and chasing the white rabbit; in Carroll’s the rabbit shows up right away and by the end of the third paragraph she sees “it pop down a large rabbit-hole under the HEDGE” (caps mine). (Her fall down the rabbit-hole is rendered as “falling down a very deep well,” which might explain King’s penchant for wells that the Muschiettis also utilized in the first It and are returning to in Welcome to Derry.) The idea of pictures in a book becomes relevant in The Shining when, in King’s version, Hallorann tells Danny the things he might see in the Overlook can’t hurt him, and Danny thinks of the picture in Bluebeard, which will be connected to Alice directly in the sequence where he thinks about both as he decides to enter Room 217. Kubrick takes this idea and adjusts it: we don’t see the conversation between Hallorann and Danny, but right after Danny sees the nontwins in the hallway–intercut with the image of their ax-murdered bodies as they tell him to come play with them forever and ever and ever–he tells Tony he’s scared, and Tony (via Danny’s finger) tells him to remember what Mr. Hallorann told him–“‘It’s just like pictures in a book, Danny. It isn’t real.’” Not that they “‘couldn’t hurt you’” as Hallorann puts it in the book, but that they aren’t real. It’s the scene right after this that Danny asks to go get his firetruck from their apartment and goes up where Jack is supposed to be sleeping but turns out to be awake. Which brings us to…

The Mickey Sweater Theory 

Brian Kent has noted that King’s Alice references are overt and not as artfully done as, say, Nabokov’s Alice references in Lolita (1955). And it happens that Kubrick also adapted Lolita, in 1962, eighteen years before The Shining. I was surprised to see Nabokov himself was credited with the screenplay, but apparently Kubrick changed pretty much all of it–control freak that he was. This is somewhat ironic given the extent of the commentary that The Shining is a commentary on fascism and the Holocaust–i.e., that Kubrick would be indicting the dictator Hitler when his own mode of working has been described as “dictatorial.” The Holocaust theory was always interesting to me in the context of his seeming to shift the significant period of the Overlook’s haunted history from the post-WWII forties in King’s version to the twenties. Even though the explicit references are to the twenties, like the flappers and the 1921 date on the photo at the end, one detail I’ve seen cited that Kubrick is addressing the advent of the Nazis that happened later is one of the sweaters Danny wears, one that has received a lot less attention than his Apollo 11 sweater (the one that’s a major piece of (circumstantial) evidence that the movie is really Kubrick’s secret confession he filmed the fake moon landing). I’m talking about the sweater with Mickey Mouse on it kicking a football.

Danny wears this in the scene where he talks to Jack in the apartment, who’s shown at the beginning of the scene reflected in a mirror (twinned because you can see him and the reflection). This echoes the Jungian parental complex Curran talks about King getting at with his Bluebeard and Alice references in both Danny and Alice being under threat of beheading by parent or parental figure (43). Jung describes the child’s “imago” of the parent figure, or image that’s part the parent figure but part derived from or a projection by the child himself, so it is “‘therefore an image that reflects the object with very considerable qualifications’” (44). A picture in your brain can hurt you…

But someone has argued Mickey’s posture on Danny’s sweater in this scene looks like a “goose-stepping” Nazi. Now, when you look at the images of Nazis goose-stepping next to the sweater (which you can see through that link), you can see a likeness. But Kubrick did not include an image of goose-stepping Nazis anywhere in a frame or the scene with the Mickey image itself to draw out this likeness–not like he did when he had Shelley Duvall’s Wendy wearing the exact same outfit as a Goofy figurine you can see in the same scene as her wearing this outfit–red shirt, blue jumper, yellow shoes. The shoes are kind of the kicker, so to speak, in forcing you to admit that yeah, it’s the exact same outfit. (The site here suggests Kubrick might have wanted to emphasize Duvall’s general aesthetic likeness to Goofy.) The shoes are also the kicker in this sense when it comes to the claim that the dress the Grady twins are wearing is Alice’s dress. The dress doesn’t look exactly the same, but the shoes do. It’s the white smock that’s such a significant part of the Alice dress that the twins seem to be missing, though if you look at a photo of the twin actresses on set, the bottom half of the dress appears a lot more like a white smock than it does in the hallway shots. Also, some sites list the twins’ characters’ names as “Alexa and Alexie,” which would be very Alice-like, except their first names are never stated in the film, so I have no idea where those names are supposed to be coming from. 

Most people probably think Mickey Mouse was Disney’s originating character, responsible for launching the company. Disney liked to foster this idea by saying “remember this all started with a mouse,” something he said during the first episode of Disneyland in 1954 (Bumstead 48), but that’s not true. It all started with Alice. In the years 1923 to 1927 (circa the haunted timeline in Kubrick’s Shining), Disney made 52 “Alice comedies” that were a hybrid of a live actress in an animated world. Then “Steamboat Willie” launched Mickey into the stratosphere in 1928. Kubrick’s film is in effect symbolically showing this: 

​​Alice’s presence in Disney’s first hit series encouraged audiences of all ages to invest in the hermetic reality of an animated world, and trust Disney’s creative authority as the producer of that world. But as the series continued, Alice’s role as the audience’s avatar in an imaginary world became less necessary. Disney’s animated world transcended the realness of a live-action girl: he achieved a synthesis between nature and technology, turning a technological world of his own making into a new nature. In other words, he naturalized his technologically produced landscape, teaching his audiences to accept his personal imaginary world as a common, universal one. And once Disney’s dominion was established, Alice was no longer needed (Elza 23).

So going back to Nazi Mickey on Danny’s sweater: MICKEY MURDERED ALICE. 

The scene where Wendy is dressed like Goofy is right after Danny’s passed out after talking to Tony IN A MIRROR and seeing images of the Overlook for the very first time. These images are the blood pouring from the elevator with a quick flash of the Grady nontwins in between–while they’re still alive, not the image of them after they’re ax-murdered (by Mickey). We’ll recall that the scene with the Mickey sweater comes right after Danny’s seen the nontwins in the hallway, both their alive and ax-murdered images (so two different versions of them). The twins tell him to come play with them “forever…and ever…and ever.” In the following Mickey-sweater scene, Danny asks Jack if he likes the hotel and Jack says he loves it and that he wishes they could stay there “forever, and ever, and ever.” Bit of a red flag there. This is an explicit connection to the previous nontwins scene, which thus connects Mickey to the nontwins and their ax murder. Right after Jack says the forever line, Danny asks “‘You’d never hurt Mommy or me, would you?’” which could indicate that Danny thinks Jack echoing the nontwins’ line means he poses the potential to hurt him because he thinks the nontwins have the potential to hurt him–echoing King’s framing of the pictures in a book in the novel in relation to the potential to harm–or could indicate Danny thinks Jack could kill him to make him stay there forever like the nontwins’ father did to them, but either way, the image of Mickey is linked to the idea of the potential to do harm, certainly of the type the consuming public would think he would “never” do.  

Apparently there was a line cut from the movie that refers to Jack reading Bluebeard to Danny as a bedtime story (McAvoy 355). Co-screenwriter Diane Johnson acknowledges that the idea of using fairytales in the film partly came from King but that “‘Bluebeard wasn’t really the prototype.’” Yet the deleted Bluebeard reference would seem to contradict this. Alice never comes up in any of Johnson’s discussions of what she and Kubrick discussed while writing and making the film. Just like Mickey excised Alice–or rather, Disney himself did using Mickey (kind of like the Overlook uses Jack to carry out murder)–Johnson excises Bluebeard and Alice by extension, as those two stories are inextricably linked in the novel version.

There is a theory of abuse latent in the Mickey-sweater scene that would implicitly connect to Nabokov connecting Lolita to Alice and calling Lewis Carroll “‘the first Humbert Humbert'” (Joyce 339). The theory of this abuse occurring would seem far-fetched, but might be less so considering Kubrick worked with Nabokov on adapting Lolita. This theory posits both Danny’s and Jack’s experiences in the bathroom of Room 237 are dreams expressing their respective emotions about this abuse–and of course in Alice, Carroll’s and Disney’s alike, it was all a dream. There was also a “real” Alice, Alice Liddell, who is the inspiration for Carroll’s book and who might have potentially experienced some real harm from Carroll, or at the least interest on his part that was not innocent. The evidence as to whether Carroll ever acted on what very much appears to be a non-innocent interest in young girls is inconclusive, just as this theory about whether Jack abused Danny in that way is inconclusive.

So the question is begged, in the context of both versions of Alice starting with her thinking about books without pictures, did Alice influence this idea in the novel? Kubrick places the line adjacent to the Alice nontwins without repeating it elsewhere, again seeming to possibly hint he’s utilizing and building on the Alice motif in the novel, including the nontwins expressing the idea to come play, with a major theme in Alice being the importance of childhood play and imagination, hence Kubrick framing the picture idea as not being real, connecting more to imagination, rather than referring to an explicit potential for harm. Kubrick utilizes and builds on King’s source material, including but not limited to King’s Alice motif, in a way that echoes the way Disney built on Carroll’s source material: instead of thinking what’s the use of a book without pictures, Disney’s Alice says to her tutor “‘How can one possibly pay attention to a book without pictures in it?’” To which her tutor responds that there have been “many good books in this world without pictures,” to which Alice responds “‘In this world perhaps. But in my world, the books would be nothing but pictures.’” This in turn spurs her larger description of how her world will work that expresses the essence of how Wonderland works in Carroll’s version but which is never explicitly stated this way in Carroll’s version: “‘Nothing would be what it is, because everything would be what it isn’t. And contrariwise, what it is, it wouldn’t be, and what it wouldn’t be, it would. You see?’” The way Kubrick utilizes and builds on King’s Alice motif is a microcosm of how he utilizes and builds on other aspects of King’s novel and thus representative of his approach to adaptation, but the way the (Disneyfied) Alice motif informs the movie’s climax (a la the hedge maze and Danny going back the way he came like Disney Alice does) renders it more significant on the whole. 

In the Disney version, Alice more explicitly pits word against image in a way that echoes a cornerstone of adaptation studies, as Matthew Holtmeier and Chelsea Wessels note: 

For Kamala Elliott, debates around fidelity are illustrative of the perceived rivalry between literature and film, which are the result of a longstanding hierarchy that places literature above the moving image and pits word against image. She responds to this false dichotomy by arguing that films include words and novels include images, but both discourses tend to reject these similarities in favor of emphasizing what the film or novel can or cannot do. Elliott writes that “the novel’s retreat from its own pictorial aspirations is followed by a taunt that film cannot follow” (11). Instead of placing the two mediums in opposition, Elliot suggests that they might be “reciprocal looking glasses,” which offer “an endless series of inversions and reversals” (209–12). This view of the relationship between word and image, which Stam and others might see as an intertextual approach to adaptation, emphasizes the interdependence of texts in the adaptation process. In this case, while King might author the “original” text that provides a starting point for an adaptation, each adaptation is also informed by other adaptations that have tackled similar subjects.

The Alice motif affects Kubrick’s version on narrative and thematic levels; Palmer Rampell reads King’s Overlook as symbolic of Doubleday and his contractual obligations to it (he was not happy with this contract) and Kubrick’s Overlook as symbolic of the controlling capitalist entity he had a contract with, Warner Bros. Disney thematically connects to evil media overlords, but Kubrick as a figure also shares a significant likeness to Disney in, as Thomas Leitch argues, building a reputation as an auteur exclusively from adaptations. Hitchcock is the third figure Leitch ties into this auteur-adapter discussion, which mentions King at the end as an afterthought:

No less than Disney do Hitchcock and Kubrick imply corporate models of authorship that seek to hide any signs of corporate production beneath the apparently creative hand of a single author whose work–that is, whose intentions, whose consistency, whose paternal individual care for the franchise, even if that franchise is as suspenseful as Hitchcock’s, as prickly as Kubrick’s, or as horrific as Stephen King’s–can be trusted.

This implicitly highlights that King himself is an adapter (one of the aspects I’ve connected to his Disneyization), but unlike Kubrick and Disney and Hitchcock, King’s version of adapting goes beyond adapting one specific text but rather integrates elements from several that he then gets to present as his own “original” material. 

One text about Kubrick entitled Stanley Kubrick: Adapting the Sublime (2013) notes 

The structural and stylistic patterns that characterize Kubrick adaptations seem to criticize scientific reasoning, causality, and traditional semantics. In the history of cinema, Kubrick can be considered a modernist auteur. In particular, he can be regarded as an heir of the modernist avant-garde of the 1920s.

That first line would certainly align Kubrick’s subjects of critique with Carroll’s in Alice. The second line gets at the implicit Disney connection of being a corporate auteur. And the final line identifies his heirship from the decade Disney was ascendant, and if this analysis is referring to more literary forebears in the designation “modernist avant-garde,” Disney should in no sense be excluded from this category in introducing and developing one of the most groundbreaking forms of narrative (i.e., animation) in this decade. As Cary Elza notes: 

Without Alice, who functioned as a historically significant character, as an image rich with references, and importantly, as a representative of childhood innocence and the transformative power of imagination, Disney’s body of work might have been something very different – perhaps not as successful with audiences, who rewarded Disney’s mix of live action and animated antics with box office success, or with artists and critics like Sergei Eisenstein and Walter Benjamin, who saw nothing short of the sublime in Disney’s paradoxical use of technology to produce irrational flights of fancy (see Benjamin, 2002: 344–413; Eisenstein, 1986).

Walter Metz refers to The Shining’s “dominant horror film intertext, Psycho (Alfred Hitchcock, 1960)” (44) and offers an intertextual reading of Kubrick’s film as combining elements from the horror of the supernatural and from the family melodrama, using for the latter a film called Bigger Than Life (1956). I’d read The Shining as combining Psycho and Disney’s Alice, which would offer it as an effective representation of Thomas Leitch’s analysis of the big three auteurs who established themselves as such specifically through adaptations–Kubrick, Hitchcock, and Disney.   

The way Alice is fundamental to Kubrick’s adaptation, narratively and thematically, echoes how Alice is fundamental to Disney as a company–starting off with filming a live actress in a world of animation largely due to budget, a live girl in an animated world is itself an apt version of Carroll’s Wonderland, a girl in a world fundamentally different from her own. To quote Elza again, 

Disney’s early interpretation of Alice in Wonderland opened the door to an animated realm made natural and universal by her presence, and his use of media technology helped persuade audiences to come along for the adventure (9).

One of the theories in Room 237 is about Jack representing the minotaur who is imprisoned in a labyrinth in the Greek myth Theseus and the Minotaur, which makes symbolic sense. One of the (seemingly extraneous) details supporting this theory in Room 237 is a poster with a skier on it resembling a minotaur in the room where Danny is playing darts–which is visible in the frame when he turns around and sees the Alice nontwins. Which could mean that the minotaur link is a byproduct of the Alice-inspired labyrinth and not the original source of it. But that would be building off one of those idiosyncratic details of stretched circumstantial evidence. 

It’s started to seem to me that the rabbit hole of Shining-interpretation theories can drive one as mad as the Mad Hatter, and that when you go down this rabbit hole via the YouTube algorithm, it does feel like you’ve entered Wonderland itself–a land of nonsense. Except there’s a degree of logic in Wonderland’s nonsense that surpasses the logic of a lot of these theories. Possibly one of the craziest theories, or collection of theories, I’ve seen is from a guy who’s named his site on the project “Eye Scream,” who’s done a bunch of time-code and page-number analyses of where things line up. The issue with the page-number thing–in King’s novel Danny enters Room 217 on page 217!–is that he’s using the paperback edition, when the first-edition hardback would not have had the same page numbers, and King would have had no concept of what the pagination of the final published version would be as he was writing it. (Also, I have the paperback edition he’s using and Danny technically enters Room 217 on page 216.) This guy is also obsessed with the “mirrorform” version of the film, where you play the film backwards from the end superimposed over it playing from the beginning. That would seem to derive from Alice-related themes–the idea that “the film is meant to be watched forwards and backwards simultaneously” is a thematic echo of Danny going backward over his forward footsteps in the maze–though Alice doesn’t come up very prominently in his discussions. Elements of things he says make more sense than others; some of the lines and diagrams he draws look like that classic crazy conspiracy-theorist mood board. He has done an extensive cataloguing of the hundreds of pieces of art that show up in the film (if drawing some very questionable conclusions from a lot of them, and pulling from images in the film that make it very hard to tell how the piece of art is even recognizable from how small and blurry it appears). He also mentions Stith Thompson’s Motif-Index of Folk-Literature and claims that Kubrick has left numbers correlated to the tales he references throughout the film (again often pointing to images claiming the numbers are on it that to me seem illegible). 

There’s a fine line between exhaustive and exhausting. Though this is probably bringing up some of my insecurities about how consumed I generally am with analyzing Stephen King. Like wanting to create a correlating index of King’s work using Thompson’s folklore index…

Possibly the worst theory ever is “The Wendy Theory,” which posits Wendy hallucinates most of the events in the film (including ones she’s not present for) and is a paranoid schizophrenic who’s really the one who hurt Danny (unsurprisingly, other YouTubers have debunked this). One of the many shoddy pieces of evidence for this theory is that Wendy is reading The Catcher in the Rye in one scene, which is a book that has inspired unstable people to commit violence. This would seem to primarily refer to two famous instances, Mark David Chapman citing it in relation to his assassination of John Lennon, and John Hinkley, Jr. citing it in relation to his attempted assassination of Ronald Reagan. Both occurred after–very shortly after, but after–the release of The Shining in 1980 (Lennon was assassinated a few months after the film was released) and 1981, respectively. Which means the theory should be that Wendy reading that book in The Shining is actually the cause of these two events…

One of the Eye Scream theories made me think more about Lennon’s assassination, which there are conspiracy theories King was involved with because he bears a likeness to Chapman. The Eye Scream guy has a “Redrum Road” section about correlations between the film and The Beatles’ album Abbey Road, inspired by the shots when Jack and Wendy are touring the hotel when they first arrive with Ullman and his assistant and they walk in a line of four that resembles the Beatles on the Abbey Road cover. They do look kind of like that, but any extrapolations based on the resemblance are about as much of a stretch as the idea that King killed Lennon. 

Lennon was a fan of Carroll’s Alice books, which partially inspired his song “I Am the Walrus,” which he explicated in a 1980 Playboy interview:

It never dawned on me that Lewis Carroll was commenting on the capitalist system. I never went into that bit about what he really meant, like people are doing with the Beatles’ work. Later, I went back and looked at it and realized that the walrus was the bad guy in the story and the carpenter was the good guy. I thought, Oh, shit, I picked the wrong guy. I should have said, ‘I am the carpenter.’ But that wouldn’t have been the same, would it? [Sings, laughing] ‘I am the carpenter …’ 

People probably would have thought the song was about Jesus, in that case. Lennon demonstrates misinterpretation at work. One can certainly see the nonsense influence on the song (“goo goo g’joob”) and it also references Edgar Allen Poe. So maybe it did influence The Shining… If it seems like I’ve gone on too much of a tangent, recall that it was a Lennon lyric that inspired The Shining in the first place–“we all shine on.” Surely there must be some larger connection here… 

Kubrick noted his gravitation toward adapting novels that prioritized the inner lives of the characters that he could then render externally through action: 

The perfect novel from which to make a movie is, I think, not the novel of action but, on the contrary, the novel which is mainly concerned with the inner life of its characters. It will give the adaptor an absolute compass bearing, as it were, on what a character is thinking or feeling at any given moment of the story. And from this he can invent action which will be an objective content, will accurately dramatise this in an implicit, off-the-nose way without resorting to having the actors deliver literal statements of meaning (n.p.) (qtd in Allen 362).

This might implicitly highlight something that’s fundamentally “Kingesque”–King somehow writes texts that are both inherently “cinematic” and visual yet conversely depend significantly on rendering the inner lives of the characters. Regardless, this seems to offer a sort of key to Kubrick’s approach to adaptation in giving himself a foundation that necessarily calls for his own inventions: in his source texts he’s looking for a template that cannot be translated to film directly, that will necessarily have to be changed. Given the element of control that’s so central to his auteur persona, this aspect seems critical to his feeling in control of the source text rather than the source text controlling him when it comes to fidelity. Alice–more specifically, Alice’s significance to the history of animation via Disney–echoes this idea thematically; Disney maintained control by concealing the evidence of his control: 

The fact that Carroll depicts the original Wonderland as the product of a little girl’s reverie, then, allows him to present his own vision of a childhood world as if it came from an unimpeachable source. Likewise, Disney’s interest in nostalgia, in capturing the perspective of the child and a vision of utopia, meant that he didn’t want, exactly, to give independent life to a universe he himself was depicted as creating; instead, he wanted to first establish the authenticity, the authority of his universe as coming from a little girl’s imagination, then make it independent. To make this work, the ‘hand of the artist’ trope was largely absent from the Alice shorts (Elza 14).

As Thomas Leitch puts it, a similarity between Kubrick, Hitchcock and Disney is their engagement with “corporate models of authorship that seek to hide any signs of corporate production” (120). 

In terms of the connection between Kubrick and Disney, the construction of their auteur personae around the extent of control they exercised over their corporate-artistic endeavors would seem to be the most significant. I’ve written about how King took cues from Disney in the construction of his brand persona (Uncle Walt, Uncle Steve, Uncle…Al); I don’t think Kubrick took cues from Disney so much as operated on a parallel track. (Being nineteen years older than Kubrick would be less subject to Disney as an influential figure.) Disney had to change dark fairy tales and append happy endings to be marketable to children…Kubrick just wanted the changes in his adaptations to reflect his own genius and control, I guess. At any rate, in taking the hedge maze from Disney’s Alice, Kubrick created an apt metaphor for the foundational aspect of what he looked for in his source material: the maze creates a parallel exterior version of the interior of the Overlook (which Wendy explicitly refers to as “an enormous maze”)–which Kubrick also shows a microcosm of inside the Overlook itself, with Jack overlooking it, which one analysis reads as meaning the maze represents Jack’s psychological state. It also is a fixture with the potential for horror/creepiness that doesn’t rely on the outright supernatural, as King’s use of the topiary animals does. In terms of idiosyncratic interpretations and how far they might stretch deductions from evidence, the whole psychological versus supernatural aspect of The Shining itself plays out this process. That Kubrick maintains more ambiguity in downplaying aspects that can be defended as outright supernatural from King’s novel, a la the hedge animals versus the hedge maze, might to some degree explain why his Shining is one of the most (over)interpreted texts of all time. 

There’s a likeness between Kubrick and Disney as auteurs in perpetuating a false image, or maybe to put it more kindly, a myth, as we see Disney do with the claim “this all started with a mouse.” The book Stanley Kubrick Produces (2021) mainly addresses the myth Kubrick constructed about his own all-encompassing control:

He’d always wanted control and information, even when working as a photographer throughout his late teens and early twenties at Look magazine. To relinquish control meant that Kubrick would have to do things other people’s way, and that just wasn’t his way. The narrative of Kubrick’s life is all about control and was from the very beginning.

So maybe Kubrick, a la the moon-landing theory, feels guilty to some degree about this dishonest representation regarding his own control and, in this subliminal representation of Mickey murdering Alice(s), is pointing out how Disney did the same thing. Obviously in connecting this to the moon-landing theory (that other sweater-based theory), I’m being facetious and pointing out this is a stretch; I doubt Kubrick would really have experienced any guilt over a dishonest representation of his own persona. Then again, given the extent of the film’s themes in relation to the unconscious (and strategies to manipulate it), it does beg the question of what of Kubrick’s own unconscious might be manifesting here. The crux of his reputation (and in turn of the film’s being overinterpreted, or interpreted…to death) is his intentionality, but even a man so supposedly conscious of every little detail still has to have an unconscious. 

Blood In An Elevator

Kubrick uses the Overlook’s elevator differently from King’s version, where the elevator plays a critical role when Jack tries to deny he saw anything in the ballroom and Wendy finds party favors in the elevator that she uses to call out his lie. So it’s something inside the elevator that provides concrete evidence of the supernatural (and also the elevator running seemingly of its own accord, though you could ascribe that to a mechanical malfunction, or as Jack tries to, “a short circuit”; the party favors can’t be explained away). The blood tide pouring from the elevator is one of the film’s most significant changes from the book (and, as noted, is first shown in conjunction with the Alice-like nontwins). It’s striking that this image is rendered not as the elevator doors opening and the blood pouring out from inside them; the elevator doors remain closed the whole time, and the blood is pouring from somewhere outside them.

In terms of deviations from source texts, I have been searching for a satisfactory answer as to where Disney got the idea for the hedge maze in his Alice that’s not in Carroll’s version, and where Kubrick got the ideas for the hedge maze and blood tide. For the latter, Google AI responds: 

Stanley Kubrick got the idea for the hedge maze from his own anxieties and the limitations of special effects at the time. While Stephen King’s novel featured hedge animals that attacked Danny, Kubrick replaced them with a hedge maze because the technology to create realistic animated hedge animals wasn’t available. Kubrick’s creative decision was to represent Jack’s psychological state through a maze and to visually link it to the hotel’s exterior architecture, notes Colorado Public Radio and Reddit users.  

Other discussions (included in that Reddit thread) reinforce that Kubrick wanted to downplay the supernatural aspects to make them seem more possibly psychological than the progression of this question in King’s text. So the budget thing is just wrong, as is that the hedge animals “attack” Danny in the novel. (Don’t trust AI!)

The answer for Disney’s labyrinth idea: 

Disney’s idea for a maze-like structure is rooted in the original Disneyland park’s planned but unbuilt Alice in Wonderland hedge maze, with the actual attraction, “Alice’s Curious Labyrinth,” first realized at Disneyland Paris in 1992. The concept was inspired by Britain’s history of hedge mazes and the visually confusing, labyrinth-like nature of Wonderland itself in Lewis Carroll’s books. … Time and budget constraints: Due to time and budget limitations, the maze concept was put aside, and the park opened with a dark ride attraction instead.

Both answers claim a budget constraint motivation… a contradictory one since the hedge maze was too expensive for Disney and supposedly the affordable option for Kubrick. And both seem to claim the maze as a metaphorical representation with no concrete referent (I’m arguing for Disney’s Alice maze being Kubrick’s concrete referent; I guess the description implies the Overlook itself was his concrete referent, but I still think Alice could have helped get him there). The British hedge maze begs the question why Carroll, being British, wouldn’t have included this himself. (Kubrick lived in Britain–and filmed The Shining in Britain–but Disney didn’t.) By that same admittedly inconclusive logic, Kubrick was apparently a master chess player, and the explicit layout of the geography in Carroll’s Through The Looking-Glass is of Alice advancing over a chessboard, begging the question why Kubrick wouldn’t incorporate that aspect, and so showing he’s focused more on the Disney version than Carroll’s–but not really; what could he have done with this, made a hedge chessboard? Maybe, but that wouldn’t work with the ending… I guess I’ll just have to go to the Kubrick Archives (in London) and figure out at what stage of the writing the maze became pivotal to the climax of the entire thing. 

Andrew Bumstead, working in the framework of Linda Hutcheon’s “participatory mode” of adaptations, compares two Disney theme park Alice attractions that are not the labyrinth and finds that they “differ wildly” in terms of reinforcing children’s capitulation to adult authority (the dark ride which contains horrifying elements that cause children to revert in fear to their parents as protectors) and reinforcing children having their own agency (the spinning teacup ride where children have access to the wheel to control the cup’s spinning) (49). That a major change in Disney’s adaptation of the film was rooted in his theme park concept aligns with his synergistic strategies: the movie was released in 1951 as they were planning the park; the first episode of Disneyland in which he metaphorically offs Alice in favor of Mickey airs in 1954 while the first park is under construction, and he essentially created the show to discuss and promote the upcoming opening of the park. (And this is all in the same decade Kubrick started directing.) It’s tempting to read the conceived hedge maze attraction as Disney paying homage to Alice in this pivotal process of expanding the Disney brand into parks and television to assuage some kind of guilt over her displacement in the company’s origin story. Or to read this maze as a representation of his own psychological state over this like it represents Jack’s in The Shining. Alice’s influence on the park would seem to extend beyond the labyrinth; as she started the entire company in the twenties, Wonderland conceptually would seem to be behind the entire theme park layout being “lands”: Adventureland, Fantasyland, Tomorrowland, and Frontierland. (Not to mention the major Disney trope of anthropomorphization prominent in Carroll’s texts.) But, as with Kubrick, I doubt he really felt any guilt, at least not consciously; honestly both Kubrick and Disney could have been sociopaths, which might complicate trying to read their unconscious(es).  

One video analyzes the “Red Book” that’s visible sitting on Ullman’s desk in Jack’s interview and connects this to a Jungian analysis of how the Overlook represents the unconscious; this creator seemed shook when a commenter pointed out: 

There is another meaning to that RED BOOK and anyone who has ever managed in the hospitality industry knows what the Red Book is for…. The Red Book is a communication tool between managers, when a shift ends and another begins, the incoming manager reads ‘the story’ of the day before. 

The creator then posted a video that he was “wrong” about the Red Book and still tried to defend other aspects of his theory but had presented the Red Book itself, a concrete object, as the key that connected all the pieces of his theory, with the first video subtitled “How A Red Book Could Explain Everything.” Many commenters on the first video seem content to believe the Red Book can be both things and have a double meaning: “The mundane industry log and metaphysical key to the psyche in a simple understated prop. I love Kubrick.” (This double meaning would seem to be indicative of spiritual literacy.) Co-screenwriter Diane Johnson seems to mention Freud more as an influence on the screenplay than Jung, which is interesting considering Kubrick’s interest in working with her stemmed from her 1974 novel The Shadow Knows (categorized as “psychological horror”). Surprisingly, this Jungian analysis of The Shining mentions that the blood pouring from the elevator likely represents the blood of Native Americans, but says nothing about Jung’s vision that he depicted in the Red Book of the “River of Blood” that essentially seems like a prediction or prophetic vision of World War I. The video here goes into a fair amount of detail about the contents of the Red Book and what led to them (Jung’s break with Freud which undermined his career trajectory), also describing the “killing frost dreams” Jung had a few months after the River of Blood vision, in which frost killed all living things–which strongly recalls Jack’s death in Kubrick’s version. The Red Book explicates (and illustrates–a book with pictures that Alice would have approved of) Jung exploring the symbols in his own unconscious, and might well be the real key to the multitude of interpretations of The Shining–its utilization of symbols from the collective unconscious that speak to so many in different ways and on different levels. (It seems like an oversight that the Adapting the Sublime book about Kubrick doesn’t mention Jung at all, as Kubrick’s interest in Jung has been documented and explicitly acknowledged in his film after The Shining, Full Metal Jacket (1987).) The initial reviews of The Shining that were so confounded by it thought it leaned too much on archetypes (a Jungian concept) (Blankier 3), but it’s these archetypes that allow it to reach an emotional level that’s ironic in light of King’s “hot v. cold” analysis: 

According to James Naremore, ‘The emotions [Kubrick] elicits are primal but mixed; the fear is charged with humor [sic] and the laughter is both liberating and defensive.’7 Because this alternating register is based so deeply in emotion rather than intellect, The Shining refuses to be interpreted neatly on a social or cognitive level. (Blankier 4) 

Jung was a mystic, in touch enough with the collective unconscious to have visions that to some degree seemed prophetic. I haven’t seen anyone citing evidence that Kubrick’s depictions in his films amounted to anything prophetic, i.e., future-predicting, even if artistically he’s been credited with “visions.” King would definitely seem to be more in that camp (though maybe Kubrick showing Wendy reading Catcher in the Rye combined with the Abbey Road configurations amounts to a prophetic vision of Lennon’s assassination, if not a “cause” of it). To shine, in effect, might be a rendering of this mystical power or intuition. There is King’s depiction of reality TV and someone flying a plane into a building at the end of The Running Man (1982), and his Trump-like depiction of Greg Stillson in The Dead Zone (1979)–and Trump is essentially the mashup of the reality-television and insane-president pseudo-prophecies. There’s also his depiction of a global flu pandemic in The Stand (1978). In The Stand, he has a character cite the poem “The Second Coming” by William Butler Yeats (1920), a poet who has also been described as a mystic; King refers to the line “the center does not hold” from the poem (a misquote of “the centre cannot hold”), which then goes on to describe: “The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere / The ceremony of innocence is drowned.” Like the elevator blood drowning the Alices… This poem amounts to a motif in The Stand so if King was so familiar with it, it almost seems like the “blood-dimmed tide” should have been in the novel version of The Shining–especially if you look at the prologue King wrote for The Shining that was cut from the novel but published in 1982, in which he describes the history of its construction and “the rising tide of red ink” its original constructor, Bob T. Watson, had to face so that he eventually had to sell and strike a deal for his family to be the hotel’s lifelong “maintenance workers” starting in 1915: “‘If we’re janitors,” Bob T. had once told his son, ‘then that thing going on over in France is nothing but a barroom squabble.’” “That thing going on over in France” being what Jung’s river of blood vision was in reference to.

Like their similar views on Bambi, King and Kubrick both have an interest in Jung, who believed in precognitive powers and who King connects to Poe in The Shining‘s sequel Doctor Sleep (2013), the same novel he has a character have a precognitive awareness re 9/11:

“The dreamer believes he is awake,” Kemmer said. “Jung made much of this, even ascribing precognitive powers to these dreams . . . but of course we know better, don’t we, Dan?”

“Of course,” Dan had agreed.

“The poet Edgar Allan Poe described the false awakening phenomenon long before Carl Jung was born. He wrote, ‘All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream.’”

Dan goes on to think:

The truth, however, was that one or both of his double dreams were often predictive, usually in ways he only half understood or did not understand at all.

I’m becoming increasingly convinced this is a truth that might well describe King himself… I mean, come on, the original tagline for the Running Man novel published in ’82 and written over a decade before that was “Welcome to America in 2025, where the best men don’t run for president, they run for their lives.” The novel was published during Reagan’s tenure, aka the first actor president who paved the way for Trump’s ascension via the false image of himself as a savvy businessman in pop-culture cameos from Home Alone 2 to The Fresh Prince of Bel-Air before parlaying that into the propagator of his image that’s the real uncanny connection to King’s text: “reality” television. That the ’87 adaptation features two celebrities who went on to become politicians, Schwarzenegger and Jesse Ventura–who plays, of all things, “Captain America”–further compounds the uncanny associations surrounding this text.

Lewis Carroll doesn’t seem to have had a reputation as a mystic like Yeats did, but “Alice expert and author of Through a Looking Glass Darkly” Jake Fior observes that “‘Carroll had a definite interest in the esoteric. I have a catalogue of his possessions, including his library, and he had lots of books on the supernatural’”; an exhibition associated with his book “will be a good opportunity for fans to go back to the darker side of the stories, something that the Disney cartoon version has almost obliterated.” Herein might lie the connection between Kubrick’s films Jungian references and its Alice ones, pointing out the dark side of Disney’s Alice–in being murdered by Mickey. 

“I’ll cut you up, haha.” South Park 13.1, “The Ring,” March 11, 2009

Okay, logically, rationally, what I’m really arguing with the Alice/Mickey-sweater theory isn’t that Kubrick consciously depicted Disney offing Alice through Mickey, but that certain details–or pieces–align that illuminate an interesting parallel between these foundational myths that these two adapting auteurs constructed–Disney’s “it all started with a mouse” which sits at the locus of the synergistic strategies that represent his all-encompassing control, and Kubrick’s image of all-encompassing control that has played a significant role in the proliferation of theories surrounding the film and its meaning(s). So the (Disney) Alice labyrinth represents The Shining as a “maze of meaning-making,” to use Mr. Eye Scream’s phrase, and sheds light on the significance of myth in propagating auteurs in a corporate framework specifically. The more control you pretend to have, the more control you’ll get.  

Back to The Running Man

Before doing more research on the matter, I’d wondered if Danny’s Mickey football sweater might be a reference to a description of Jack expressing his anger as a high-school student by playing football. If there is peripheral evidence Kubrick is referencing this, it might be when he shows Jack wearing a “Stovington” shirt in another scene, which is an explicit novel reference, as it’s the high school Jack got fired from teaching from never referenced otherwise in the movie itself, except Jack noting he used to be a schoolteacher in his interview (but not where). 

Commentary on the new Running Man talks about the depiction of Ben Richards’ anger being accentuated in a way that’s true to the novel and was not represented in 1987 (one network employee testing Richards notes they’ve never had someone so angry apply, to which he replies “That really pisses me off”). King himself has commented on this, noting that he doesn’t feel so angry anymore as he did when he was writing it. Which is hardly surprising. If there’s plenty still to be angry about regarding the state of this country, King is not personally experiencing any of it, but is now just a witness. There’s some kind of implicit justification for the racist and homophobic things Ben says in the novel during the interview process just being provocative and not things he really thinks, but his thoughts elsewhere in the novel wouldn’t support this. As Katy O’Brian, who plays one of the other running “men” in the new film, notes:

I read the book, and I kind of thought the character that Glen plays is kind of dick. By modern standards, kind of disgusting. And when I read Edgar’s version of the script, I was like, “OK, he’s humanized a little bit, made him a little less—” He’s still angry but less hostile towards women. I think it was one of the main things that was shocking to me.

So yeah, if the “best men” are running for their lives in King’s version, then there are no good men…

The new movie depicts similar racial dynamics as the novel with the inclusion of Bradley Throckmorton, a Black man, inclined to help out Richards with the insinuation that they’re in the same oppressed position. To have this movie-star action figure white man (whose body is emphasized in an embellishment from the novel when he has to climb down the front of a building in a towel) represented as an oppressed minority is basically ridiculous. (They didn’t make Killian Black in this version as he is in the novel (he’s played by Josh Brolin), but the host of the show itself is Black (played by Colman Domingo).) I noted before that it might have been what was truly horrifying to King to have a white man be in a position that’s as oppressed as a Black man. But depicted in a 2025 movie, this reads as basically tone-deaf. Even if it makes a kind of sense that a white man would be the most angry at injustices leveled against him due to his inherent sense of entitlement and privilege being violated. I guess they tried to mitigate the tone-deafness by giving him a Black wife and a biracial baby. 

If Kubrick noted interiority versus exteriority as foundational to good source material, Arnold Schwarzenegger also has an opinion on the subject: he has given the new Running Man his blessing while taking the opportunity to bash the remake of Total Recall, which he’s apparently done before (seeming to have a bone to pick about this akin to King’s ongoing complaining about Kubrick’s adaptation). Schwarzenegger’s criteria for this is whether or not the original version was already “perfect,” and he thinks The Running Man, while it came out well, could have done more to develop its future environment with a bigger budget. Though really watching it now, the hilarious eighties conception of what a future environment looks like is one of the main reasons it’s worth watching (I’m looking at you and your 2015 fax machines, Back to the Future II). And at this rate the new Running Man has a lot of catching up to do budget-wise, having made about half what it cost to make. Schwarzenegger apparently criticized a decision the director made in his version that he “shot the movie like it was a television show, losing all the deeper themes” but another outlet noted the “tone changed from a dark allegory to a humorous action film with the change of the film’s star.” O, the blame game…

While the new Running Man keeps the structure and main beats from the source material, it plays with and embellishes these. In the first close-call sequence where Ben ends up blowing up a YMCA (now changed to a YVA) from the basement when he’s cornered, he runs into an elevator, and after the doors shut, the janitor standing there picks up a sign that’s fallen off of it that reads “Borken,” and says “‘Idiot.’” Ben ends up stuck between floors–or stories–and has a back and forth toss with a conveniently located grenade with the hunter McCone (who’s more present throughout the movie rather than just at the end like he is in the book). And as Wright noted in his Kingcast interview, no way could they do the original ending where Richards flies a hijacked plane into the network building, but I was pretty surprised they referenced it as overtly as they did by having the network frame Richards for attempting to fly the plane into their building but then shooting him down before he could. Another embellishment was having Bradley Throckmorton posting videos to expose the Network’s lies, which he does to show the plane had an ejecting capsule that Richards could have used to escape. Which of course he did, and he gets to reunite with his wife and child as opposed to dying in a blaze of glory with his guts hanging out like in the novel. The movie connected some pieces that felt like narrative holes in the novel, in which it’s apparently supposed to be true that Richards’ wife and baby were randomly killed by thieves shortly after he tried out for the show. In the movie Killian tries to tell him his wife and baby were killed by hunters from the show as revenge for Richards killing one of the other hunters to incentivize Richards becoming a hunter to hunt them down, but of course that’s all lies.

At the end of the ’87 version, Schwarzenegger kills Killian (this version conflates Killian into both host and the producer calling the behind-the-scenes shots) by launching him, on one of the weird bobsled-vehicles the show uses, through a billboard–which seems like a missed opportunity and that he should have been launched through one of the screens that occupied positions similar to the billboards. The way this death was handled in the new one was shifted, with Richards pulling a gun not on the host but Killian the producer and counting down like producers do before the cameras start rolling, and at the moment he’s going to shoot, it cuts to the credits.

The Eyes Have It

Or, The Way Eyes Look

Alice is informed, “You may look in front of you, and on both sides if you like, but you can’t look ALL round you – unless you’ve eyes at the back of your head” (Carroll 167). Alice can look all around her, but not at the same time, thus she cannot technically see everything (Hart 432).

“Just look along the road, and tell me if you can see either of them.”

“I see nobody on the road,” said Alice.

“I only wish I had such eyes,” the King remarked in a fretful tone. “To be able to see Nobody! And at that distance, too! Why, it’s as much as I can do to see real people, by this light!”

Lewis Carroll, Alice Through the Looking-Glass (1871).

As I’ve noted before, Graham Allen reads the figure of the wasps’ nest in The Shining and its absence in Kubrick’s adaptation as a metaphor for the general adaptation process–like the nest in King’s narrative, a text is emptied and refilled in this process. Eyes become a significant part of this discussion: 

Isn’t that what Kubrick’s Overlook Hotel offers up, after all—a mode of vision which sees everything and sees it all the time?… This is a mode of vision that is unbearable because it is total, like the vision of a god, or like the vision of a movie-camera, another ‘being’ that does not have eyelids to close, a sclerophthalmic machine if you will. … elements of the uncanny enumerated by Freud are to be found in the film: the double, the repetition of the same thing, fear of the animation of the dead, the evil eye. Most significantly of all, throughout Freud’s essay, first in his analysis of Hoffmann’s ‘The Sandman’ and then more generally, there is a focus on eyes. This is understandable, because as Freud makes clear, the uncanny is most often generated by the temporary collapse of the distinction between the imaginary and the real, moments when the evidence of our eyes comes under question (366-67).

We are conditioned to look for patterns, and The Shining in particular conditions the viewer to look for (carpet) patterns. Mr. Eye Scream concludes his video with: 

If I had to summarize Eye Scream as one thing I would say it’s this: everything is connected to everything. The only question is how wide are you willing to open your eyes and how much are you prepared to see? 

In terms of mysticism and spirituality, I would agree with the very broad statement that everything is connected to everything. And it would in theory describe King’s multiverse and how everything in his books connects via the Dark Tower. And a trained eye for surprising connections lends itself to having a facility with metaphors that is definitely one of King’s key ingredients. But in terms of Shining and other theorizing, the generalization that everything is connected to everything kind of nullifies the relevance of any more specific connections between things you’re trying to make. And as the current first comment on the video notes: “The way someone analyses and interprets The Shining is a direct representation of their own psyche.” This is the thesis of Matthew Merced’s article on “idiosyncratic interpretations” (which he apparently expanded into a book on the subject). And Echoed by someone else: “look for patterns hard enough and you’ll se ’em everwhere.”

Reflections and projections…

The mode of vision in terms of an all-seeing camera was also a big factor in The Running Man, which added a depiction of independent floating cameras to capture footage wherever running men were located. Another cool moment that was added is later on when the floating cameras are revealed to also be guns, shooting some guys who are trying to stop Ben because they want him to be able to continue on for the sake of ratings. This added a nice layer of the violence inherent in a lot of media representations via what cameras capture (so to speak). The ‘87 Running Man had an interesting conflation of the imaginary and the real via the real-life game-show host Richard Dawson playing the host of Running Man show–an interesting choice on his part because this character is such a villain.

There is also a camera eye in The Long Walk, but it’s only referenced once, not constantly and omnipresent like in Running Man. In terms of adjustments to source material, The Long Walk excises the watching audience, while The Running Man increases it. The way the movie shows Richards able to see on the TV where his pursuers are right outside the room he’s inside of seeing them on the TV echoes how students still inside Columbine High School after the shooting were watching coverage of the school from outside (a shooting anticipated by King’s first published Bachman novel, Rage. Which seems safe to say will never be adapted (knock on wood)).  

The Shining was also noted for its use of the “Steadicam,” which, as it happens, Eddie Dean remarks on, twice, in book two of the Dark Tower series, The Drawing of the Three (1987), in a sequence where he and Roland are able, through the device of the mystical/magical doors that appear in this text, to see through the eyes of Odetta Holmes/Detta Walker: 

Roland had never seen a movie. Eddie had seen thousands, and what he was looking at was like one of those moving point-of-view shots they did in ones like Halloween and The Shining. He even knew what they called the gadget they did it with. Steadicam. That was it.”

And 

He was staring into the doorway, hypnotized, as an aisle of Macy’s rushed forward—he was reminded again of The Shining, where you saw what the little boy was seeing as he rode his trike through the hallways of that haunted hotel. He remembered the little boy had seen this creepy pair of dead twins in one of those hallways. The end of this aisle was much more mundane: a white door.

So in terms of King multiverse logic/cosmology, the world where The Shining takes place would seem to be the same world where IT takes place based on Dick Hallorann making a cameo in IT, which the Muschiettis have expanded on as one of the major threads of Welcome to Derry where Dick uses his shining powers to help the Air Force locate Pennywise (because they want to weaponize him of course). But in the world where Eddie Dean comes from, The Shining exists as a movie, which means it must also exist in the form of King’s novel. This will end up tracking when we learn a few books later that Stephen King exists as a character in the series who’s writing the whole story. What’s interesting is that King had no sense of that narrative development at the time, not only because he’s reputed in his writing process to generally not plan ahead, but also because his real-life near-death experience in 1999 when he was hit and almost killed by a van largely determined this particular development in the final three books of the series he’d write and publish not too long thereafter. So here in Book 2 he’s probably just making a little joke to amuse himself, though based on his general virulence toward Kubrick’s adaptation I’m surprised he doesn’t take the opportunity to insult it. 

In Welcome to Derry episode four, there is a significant horror sequence related to eyes–possibly the most horrifying I’ve ever…seen–that is linked to the film projectors the Muschiettis are fond of emphasizing. In class the students are watching a projected film about a kind of parasite that gets into snails and bugs out their eyes, which makes them more appealing to birds, who then pick up the snails and thus spread the parasite further. Of course there’s a more significant plot point occurring while the students are watching this: we see the character Marge is setting up Lily somehow at the urging of the popular group of girls. Later in the episode when Marge is having a change of heart and is going to confess to Lily it’s a bullying setup, something starts to happen to Marge’s eyes–they start to bug out of her head like the snails’. We get several point-of-view shots of her distorted vision as she starts to panic and runs into what must be the woodshop classroom. I legit covered my eyes for a good part of this scene so am not sure of the exact order of events; she starts to try to gouge out her eyes with some kind of screwdriver then turns on a bandsaw and is going to saw them off (they’re protruding quite far by this point). I have never said “oh my god” out loud so many times while watching something. Lily manages to stop her and has to pry the screwdriver out of her hand, so that when other people show up it looks like Lily is the one trying to gouge Marge’s eyes out. I thought that was a great twist and Lilly would be going back to the asylum after that, but there appear to have been no consequences for that particular development. Which at least so far is an anomaly in terms of the show’s narrative shortcomings.

It was when I was listening to the Kingcast guys discuss the episode and recap this that it occurred to me it was a fitting metaphor for how King’s work (including its adaptations) have become the primary lens through which I view the world–or put another way, have taken over the way I see the world–and facing the possibility that his presence as such amounts to an internal parasite that I’m now spreading through this and other platforms. If that’s disturbing, it resonates with the use of the “viral” metaphor Holtmeier and Wessels invoke in their Theorizing Stephen King article “Towards Infection: Viral Adaptations of King”–using the “viral adaptation” concept “to define examples where the adaptations mutate beyond the scope of the original text” with the mutations taking from other aspects of King’s work–which the use of The Shining‘s Dick Hallorann and the appearance of the lockboxes from Doctor Sleep in Welcome to Derry offer further support for.

And if Edgar Wright, who in his Kingcast interview evinced much gratitude to King for his blurb for Shaun of the Dead, wanted to remain in King’s good graces and make a warm adaptation instead of a cold one, then it makes sense the stalker from the ’87 movie he paid homage to in his adaptation was Fireball and not Sub-Zero: the runner played by Katy O’Brien gets killed by some adolescent civilians wielding the same flame-spewing guns Fireball does. I might have thought that Sub-Zero’s use of hockey in the ’87 version was potentially an homage to the cold The Dead Zone adaptation and amounts to the ’87 version trying to have its cake and eat it too in hot and cold terms, except it was probably all written before the writers realized the source text was King’s. Wright might have had his own Dead Zone homage to the novel itself with the significance of hot dogs to the changes made to the sequence with the character Elton Parrakis (played by Michael Cera). 

If King-as-Bachman ended The Running Man with “a tremendous explosion,” this set the staging ground for The Shining ending in what Palmer Rampell calls “a tremendous fireball” (170) (The Running Man was published later but written first). King’s penchant for explosions speaks to one aspect of his cinematic adaptability, and The Shining adaptation ending in its opposite might speak to it being more “arthouse” than “mass market.” Wright’s Running Man doesn’t take itself very seriously despite themes that honestly should be, which might be a problem. Though I have a feeling that’s not really the reason it bombed. 

-SCR

Works Cited (for Works not linked to)

Allen, Graham. “The Unempty Wasps’ Nest: Kubrick’s The Shining, Adaptation, Chance, Interpretation.” Adaptation: The Journal of Literature on Screen Studies, vol. 8, no. 3, 2015, pp. 361–71, https://doi.org/10.1093/adaptation/apv009.

Blankier, Margot. “A Very Serious Problem with the People Taking Care of the Place’: Duality and the Dionysian Aspect in Stanley Kubrick’s The Shining.” The Irish Journal of Gothic and Horror Studies, no. 13, 2014, pp. 3-16.

Blouin, Michael J. “Introduction: Stephen King and His Critics.” Theorizing Stephen King, edited by Michael J. Blouin, Taylor & Francis Group, 2025. Kindle edition. 

Bumstead, Andrew. “Alice in Disneyland: Power and Subversion in Two Theme Park Rides.” South Atlantic Review, vol. 84, no. 4, 2023, pp. 48-64.

Curran, Ronald T. “Complex, Archetype, and Primal Fear: King’s Use of Fairy Tales in The Shining.” The Dark Descent: Essays Defining Stephen King’s Horrorscape, edited by Tony Magistrale, Greenwood Press, 1992, pp. 33–46.

Elza, Cary. “Alice in Cartoonland: Childhood, Gender, and Imaginary Space in Early Disney Animation.” Animation : An Interdisciplinary Journal, vol. 9, no. 1, 2014, pp. 7–26, https://doi.org/10.1177/1746847714520936.

Fenwick, James. Stanley Kubrick Produces. Rutgers University Press, 2021, https://doi.org/10.36019/9781978814912.

Hart, Angela. “Alice In Wonderland & Alice Through the Looking Glass by Lewis Carroll: Do Words Have Meaning? Lacanian Theory on Carroll’s Writing.” International Journal of Arts & Sciences, vol. 8, no. 3, 2015, p. 425.

Holtmeier, Matthew and Chelsea Wessels. “Towards Infection: Viral Adaptations of King.” Theorizing Stephen King, edited by Michael J. Blouin, Taylor & Francis Group, 2025. Kindle edition. 

Joyce, James. “Lolita in Humberland.” Studies in the Novel, vol. 6, no. 3, 1974, pp. 339-48.

Kent, Brian. “And We All Shine On: Stephen King’s The Shining as Stream of Non-Consciousness.” Discovering Stephen King’s “The Shining”: Essays on the Bestselling Novel by America’s Premier Horror Writer, edited by Tony Magistrale, Wildside Press, 2006, pp. 19-38.

Leitch, Thomas. “The Adapter as Auteur: Hitchcock, Kubrick, Disney.” Books in Motion : Adaptation, Intertextuality, Authorship, edited by Mireia Aragay, Rodopi, 2005.

Metz, Walter. “Toward a Post-Structural Influence in Film Genre Study: Intertextuality and ‘The Shining.’” Film Criticism, vol. 22, no. 1, 1997, pp. 38–61.

McAvoy, Catriona. “The Uncanny, The Gothic and The Loner: Intertextuality in the Adaptation Process of The Shining.” Adaptation : The Journal of Literature on Screen Studies, vol. 8, no. 3, 2015, pp. 345–60, https://doi.org/10.1093/adaptation/apv012.

Merced, Matthew. “Lost in the Labyrinth: Understanding Idiosyncratic Interpretations of Kubrick’s The Shining.” International Journal of Applied Psychoanalytic Studies, vol. 16, no. 1, 2019, pp. 55–64, https://doi.org/10.1002/aps.1592.

Nilsen, Sarah. “Cujo, the Black Man, and the Story of Patty Hearst.” Violence in the Films of Stephen King, edited by Tony Magistrale and Michael J. Blouin, Lexington Books, 2021. Kindle Edition. 

Pezzotta, Elisa, and Gene D. Phillips. Stanley Kubrick Adapting the Sublime. University Press of Mississippi, 2013.Rampell, Palmer. “The Shining and the Media Conglomerate; or, How All Work and No Play Made Jack a Creative Artist in the 1970s.” American Literature, vol. 91, no. 1, 2019, pp. 151–82, https://doi.org/10.1215/00029831-7335385.

The Long Run of 2025 King Adaptations

Pennywise Forever 

I haven’t managed to post on this blog this entire year, instead devoting my King-related writing energy to submit to academic journals adapting material initially developed here, like my article in the issue of Popular Culture Studies Journal here about KingCon and Stephen King’s treatment of fandom in his work. Yet the sheer amount of adapted King content this year warrants comment. The first two episodes of Welcome to Derry have been quite promising, with the Kingcast doing an illuminating interview with its producers the Muschiettis, Andy and Barbara, the same siblings who made the 2017 and 2019 IT movies. My favorite part: Barbara states categorically that It is an alien and Andy responds “No It’s not.” This is reminiscent of the It: The Story of Pennywise documentary (2021) about the 1990 miniseries in which the initial screenwriter, Lawrence Cohen, describes a television executive asking him repeatedly “what is It,” apparently dissatisfied with every answer he gives her. The Kingcast is doing a spinoff podcast unpacking every episode of Welcome to Derry as it airs, and Vespe has remarked that what makes Pennywise one of the most effective horror villains ever is its ability to appear as anything to anyone. The turn the series is taking with the military (specifically Air Force) exploration of using Pennywise as some kind of weapon due to its fear-generating capabilities is entirely fitting with the general likeness between Pennywise’s use of psychological warfare and certain branches of the American government’s use of it that was a mainstay of King’s early novels–and of even more recent novels like The Institute, which was also adapted this year. 

The cyclical nature of time as depicted in IT (1986) is both apt and prescient in a way that speaks to King’s staying power. In his novel published earlier this year, Never Flinch–yet another featuring, for better or worse, Holly Gibney–includes a plotline with a pro-choice feminist public speaker under threat by some ideologically opposed to her views that is strongly reminiscent of a plotline from Insomnia (1994). Which isn’t King repeating himself so much as the culture itself repeating itself, as we’ve somehow backslid to having a debate about women’s rights that we should long ago have progressed past, except that linear progress does not exist in this country. If the anti-pro-choice figure in Never Flinch invokes the same Bible verse Margaret White did to justify killing her own daughter Carrie in 1974–“thou shall not suffer a witch to live”–then I guess it makes sense we’re getting yet another Carrie adaptation. And of course Carrie reminds us that King’s entire career was launched from a particular kind of cycle. Monthly or moon-related cycles also come into play in King’s Cycle of the Werewolf (1983), the adaptation of which, Silver Bullet, was released in 1985, the year before IT was published. (King dates his writing of IT from 1981 to 1985, so it’s probably not a coincidence that a prominent sequence in the novel sees the Losers attempt to defeat a version of Pennywise-as-werewolf with a version of silver bullets.) I had the pleasure of watching a screening of Silver Bullet that the Kingcast staged in Austin this past July (this was for a bonus episode with Stephen Graham Jones)–the pleasure derived largely from getting to experience the 80s dated-ness with a live audience. I wish they’d periodically cycle all of King’s adaptations back into the theater, which they’re doing for The Shining as an IMAX release next month. 

2025 has also seen the advent of an unprecedented experiment in adaptation in the field of fan fiction with the anthology of short stories New Tales of Stephen King’s The Stand. The book of 34 stories is divided into sections by different stages of the Captain Trips superflu: 1) the outbreak–“Down with the Sickness,” 2) the immediate aftermath–“The Long Walk,” 3) longer term settlements–“Life Was Such a Wheel,” and 4) beyond–“Other Worlds Than These.” King notes in the introduction that he was resistant to the idea at first because it felt like a “tribute album” but then changed his mind:

So my original feeling was negative. I thought, I’m not old, not dead, and not doddering. Then I had a hip replacement operation as a result of a long-ago accident and woke up in a hospital bed, feeling old. When I finally got out of that bed—first on a walker, then on a crutch—I discovered I was also doddering (although only on days ending in y). At present I can walk sans crutch, for the most part, but post-op I saw this book proposal in a different light.

Christopher Golden and Brian Keene, eds. The End of the World As We Know It: New Tales of Stephen King’s The Stand (2025).

Well he can still joke, at least. And he’s still writing.

For some reason apparently there is a third adaptation of The Stand in the works despite (because of?) the not-great response to the most recent one. A major problem cited in regards to that adaptation is how they scrambled the linear timeline, which is ironic because both The Stand and IT emphasize the whole ka-is-a-wheel cyclical nature of time aspect of King’s cosmos (as the part 3 title of the anthology recalls). (And both IT adaptations had to unscramble the novel’s timeline of alternating between the kids’ and adults’ confrontations with Pennywise and show the kids’ as its own arc first before the adults’.) King’s non-linear conception of time, also fundamentally embodied in The Dark Tower and its conclusion, is in turn reflected in the cycle of King adaptations in which the same texts get adapted again and again. Apparently only one writer has been adapted more than King, according to Google, which is now according to AI says: 

William Shakespeare is the most adapted author in history, with Stephen King being second. King’s stories have been adapted for film and television more than any other living author, but Shakespeare’s works have been adapted far more frequently over a longer period. 

A certain likeness.

Welcome to Derry is an experiment in adaptation both similar to and different from the show Castle Rock in that the source material is in the novel IT–these are the “interludes” about Derry’s history describing the major incidents that marked the conclusion of each of Pennywise’s 27-year cycles of feeding. Yet in part because the Muschiettis updated the novel’s timeline in their recent adaptations, the timelines for the interludes have to shift and thus require adjustments to reflect the time period, hence the current one in 1962. This is workable since Pennywise is a figure with essentially infinite potential to resonate, as a previous post addressing King’s adaptations noted about ITs allegorical template. This post invoked a metaphor about (good) marriages in regards to King and his adapters. And that was before I reread IT two times, last year to prepare for the Escape IT escape room in Las Vegas at KingCon, and this year to prepare for Welcome to Derry. And to consider bits for Halloween-adjacent drag numbers.

More Pennywise adaptations, as Michael Jackson and Madonna, respectively.

Honestly IT is a book I could reread every year. I think for a lot of reasons–least of which is its concluding on the date of my literal birthday–IT is King’s most significant work. The adaptations both contribute to this significance but are also a product of it. Another marriage metaphor for King adaptations emerges from IT, which includes among the (living) Losers’ three marriages, two bad and one good. Eddie Kaspbrak and Beverly Marsh have both married versions of their (bad) parents, which the text, and characters themselves, explicitly acknowledge, while Bill Denbrough, lead Loser and most overt autobiographical King stand-in of all the writer-protagonists King has written, has married an actress from one of the film adaptations of his novels. And this marriage of Bill’s is the good one; the novel’s concluding sequence on my birthday is of Bill resuscitating Audra from her catatonic state induced by Pennywise. This is the metaphorical good marriage at the center of King’s success. (I’m convinced King’s real marriage and having Tabitha as the first reader of his manuscripts would be the counterpart to this metaphorical center.) And while it’s part of the Losers’ curse to not be able to bear children, it’s implied here from Audra’s putting her hand on Bill’s “huge and cheerful erection” as the signal that she’s been successfully resuscitated that they will now be able to reproduce–and since this is all happening on my birthday, I’m essentially the figurative child of the metaphorical union of King’s texts and their adaptations, which goes a long way toward explaining why all-things-King has become the convective lens through which I look at life, which includes but it not limited to a constant struggle with its, and in turn the dominant culture’s, rampant heteronormativity. That same-sex marriage is on the chopping block as I write this is only more evidence of the backward cycling this country tends toward.

There are good adaptations and bad ones, and there are good adaptations that still make bad changes. The Muschiettis’ IT movies are a case in point. The production value and performances in these films are excellent (perhaps more so in the first one), yet it is somewhat mind-boggling that they strip both the female and Black Losers of the significant agency King gave them in the novel and transfer both of the defining aspects of these agencies to Ben, as I’ve described before

Number one: Pennywise kidnaps Beverly right after she stands up to and physically injures her father, which leads to a sequence in which Ben brings her back from the hypnosis of the deadlights with a version of Sleeping Beauty’s true love’s kiss. Bev is completely robbed of agency, and there’s no sequence where she’s the one to take on Pennywise with the slingshot that empowers her in the book (and the 90s miniseries, which doubles her agency by having the adult Bev do this too). Thanks to Kimberly Beal for pointing this out in our adaptation roundtable at the last PCA conference.

Number two: as argued by Kevin J. Wetmore, Jr. in his chapter “Changing Mike, Changing History: Erasing African-America in It (2017)” in The Many Lives of IT: Essays on the Stephen King Horror Franchise (2020), the 2017 film “re-centers Mike’s story on Ben [Ben takes over Mike’s role as the secret historian], and erases the novel’s and miniseries’ point that people of color often know the real history more than their white counterparts who get to choose ‘what will fade away.’”

My previous adaptation marriage-metaphor post noted the projector scene in the first IT movie, a change from the source material, resonant with Pennywise “​​embodying individuals’ projections of fear” as well as the nature of fictional material having real (material) effects. The Muschiettis are building on these projector functions in Welcome to Derry: the opening shot of the series is of a movie-theater projector, and in the climactic sequence of the first episode a monster appears on a movie screen only to burst through it into the “real” space of the theater to enact carnage on the “real” people there; the film that is being projected is also a “real” one, The Music Man. (Resonant with my birthday connection to IT, the first two episodes both have horror sequence set pieces that depict monstrous versions of births.) This interaction between the real and the fictional is extrapolated from King’s original text, epitomized in a passage describing the townspeople’s reaction to the flood that destroys the town at the end of the novel that occurs in tandem with the Losers’ (mainly Bill’s) destruction of Pennywise to reinforce that Pennywise is in fact the beating heart of Derry itself:   

By evening reporters from ABC, CBS, NBC, and CNN had arrived in Derry, and the network news reporters would bring some version of the truth home to most people; they would make it real. . . although there were those who might have suggested that reality is a highly untrustworthy concept, something perhaps no more solid than a piece of canvas stretched over an interlacing of cables like the strands of a spiderweb. The following morning Bryant Gumble and Willard Scott of the Today show would be in Derry. During the course of the program, Gumble would interview Andrew Keene. “Whole Standpipe just crashed over and rolled down the hill, ” Andrew said. “It was like wow. You know what I mean? Like Steven Spielberg eat your heart out, you know? Hey, I always got the idea looking at you on TV that you were, you know, a lot bigger. ” Seeing themselves and their neighbors on TV—that would make it real. It would give them a place from which to grasp this terrible, ungraspable thing.

Stephen King, IT (1986).

Of course the spiderweb metaphor renders this conception of reality inexplicable from Pennywise, whose web has just collapsed: “And still, as the last of the light gave way, they could hear the tenebrous whisper-shudder-thump of Its unspeakable web falling to pieces.” On display here is also the common King tactic of invoking “real” things in his fictional world to enhance the realness of that world, in this case Bryant Gumble and the Today show. That Pennywise’s heart has literally been destroyed as the town has again reinforces Pennywise as the beating heart of all of King’s work; as I’ve previously noted, King adapter Vicenzo Natalie has spoken of “the warm heart beating at the center of King’s work” with the late Scott Wampler positing that if adapters fail to grasp that heart and only depict the horror, their adaptation will fail. While I have not yet seen The Monkey or The Institute or The Running Man, the ones from 2025 that I have seen–Life of Chuck and The Long Walk and the first two episodes of Welcome to Derry (even though we still have yet to see Bill Skarsgård’s Pennywise)–have passed this test. (So did another King adaptation I did not watch until this year, the Mr. Mercedes series.) 

Vespe noted in the Kingcast Muschiettis interview that King’s texts and their adapters “feed off each other,” invoking this phrase again in an opposing sense in the episode unpacking the second episode of Welcome to Derry when describing how Pennywise and the inherent cruelty of Derry’s townspeople interact. Such feeding, like the adaptations or parts of them, can be good or bad. In the opening sequence of It Chapter Two (2019), one of the gay bashers says “Welcome to Derry” as they dump Adrian Mellon over the bridge railing into the river, where Pennywise is waiting to eat him (defenders of this scene like to note that it’s based on a “real” incident that occurred in Bangor). In the Kingcast Muschiettis interview, co-host Anthony Breznican wonders if it’s a “chicken and egg thing” in terms of whether Pennywise causes the cruelty or is just enjoying it. Barbara clarifies: enjoying it. Part of the Kingcast’s Welcome To Derry unpacking includes tracking “easter eggs,” something King loves to put in his own texts and which adapters often like to include in turn. IT, again, is the quintessential text for this, as one of the Derry interludes that one of the Welcome to Derry seasons will presumably tackle is the explosion of the Kitchener Ironworks during a children’s Easter egg hunt. Those eggs, like the children’s heads later found in distant trees, must have blown all over the place. 

Chuck Walks

If Pennywise will always resonate, what’s more disturbing is how The Long Walk adaptation, of the first novel King ever wrote–in 1967 though it wouldn’t be published until 1979 under his Richard Bachman pseudonym–is so resonant in 2025. I have to get my thoughts out about this now before The Running Man adaptation comes out next week, which was actually set in 2025 when King published it under his Bachman pseudonym in 1982 (and as with The Long Walk actually wrote many years before that). As a certain likeness in their title implies, these novels have a few things in common; the epigraphs for The Long Walk are mostly all from game shows more akin to the premise of the show in The Running Man. The Long Walk appears to be the first of a genre deemed last-man-standing: Battle Royale, Hunger Games, Squid Game. The director of the adaptation, Francis Lawrence, in fact directed some of The Hunger Games movies. 

Mark Hamill plays the ultimate good guy in ultimate King adapter Mike Flanagan’s Life of Chuck adaptation (technically released last year but not streaming until this year, and an adaptation of a novella King published in 2020 in the collection If It Bleeds). He is the main character’s uncle, who, fleshing out some of the implied aspects of the novel, convinces Chuck that being an accountant has as much magic as dancing in terms of what math and numbers can communicate. Flanagan also put in a bit more connective tissue by locating the point of view character Marty in the first section as a peripheral teacher in Chuck’s childhood, and built on some of the interesting scientific details King included, like that there are actually less than exactly twenty-four hours in a day, and expanded the idea that “‘we’re puny compared to the great clock of the universe,’” as one character puts it, by adding Carl Sagan’s cosmic calendar comparative ratio that if the entire history of the universe were mapped on to a year-long calendar, the human race would only have emerged around 10:30pm on December 31. 

That Hamill also plays the ultimate bad guy in The Long Walk–the “Major” in charge spouting propaganda at the boys as they march toward their deaths–would be a fitting metaphor for the range of quality in King adaptations except that both of these adaptations are definitely on the side of “good” King adaptations rather than bad ones. So instead of a metaphor for the range of quality in King adaptations, his dual roles capture the range of tone and content in King’s work itself. King can leave you depressed and hopeless, as he does in The Long Walk, as he can uplift you in Life of Chuck–and through the depiction of an apocalypse, no less. There are a couple of moments where Flanagan crossed the sentimentality line and went too far into cheese territory–and apparently unlike a lot of people I could have done without Nick Offerman’s voiceover narrator–but these amount to minor issues and this was an impactful film that I would put in my top ten King adaptations. The deployment of Steve Winwood’s “Gimme Some Lovin’” was highly effective. 

I would also put The Long Walk in my top ten, and I’m more interested in unpacking it narratively than I am Life of Chuck, even though probably in the long run (so to speak) Life of Chuck will be the film I’d rather watch more. Because The Long Walk is grueling and depressing. But it does have heart. 

As always with adaptations, and probably I’m biased but I would say especially for King adaptations, they provide an excellent study in narrative when you look at what the adapters changed and what they kept. One of the changes in The Long Walk was that live spectators are not allowed to watch the walk until the last two are left standing, which seems like it might have been a change made just because it was easier to film that way, but it largely jettisons the themes of the gruesome nature of what we consume as entertainment. That’s not the first noticeable change, however–that would be that McVries, the second most relevant character after the main one Ray Garraty, is Black. As soon as I saw that I got an inkling that the ending would not play out like it did in the novel, and I was right. 

My reaction to seeing the actor playing Ray Garraty was wow, that guy looks like a real person rather than an actor. He also doesn’t really look fit enough to go the distance, unlike McVries (David Jonsson), who is movie-star attractive and as muscular as someone with a personal trainer and six-hour-a-day gym regimen. I didn’t realize until after I saw the movie the first time that the actor playing Ray Garraty is Cooper Hoffman, the late Philip Seymour Hoffman’s son, even though I really should have figured it out from the likeness. This made the changes to the backstory about Garraty’s father’s death even more salient. In the novel Garraty’s father has apparently been killed for dissenting political views that include disavowing the long walk, but the novel never does much to connect this to Garraty’s motivation for doing the walk. This was a huge change in the movie, as we learn that Garraty’s father was killed–by the major himself–for teaching Garraty the “old ways” (which amount to showing him books and music) and Garraty’s reason for doing the walk involves a plan to kill the major if he wins. McVries spends a lot of time trying to convince him this is a bad idea and that he should instead “choose love.” 

As always, when I first read The Long Walk for this blog, there was much to say about King’s treatment of a) Black people, b) women, and c) queerness. The novel’s treatment of one of the two female characters, Garraty’s girlfriend Jan, is generally pretty terrible, which the movie in a way acknowledges by excising her entirely, though this “fix” for that problem just amounts to even less female representation. (The treatment of Jan is also ironic considering King’s reveal on a Reddit thread to promote the movie that he wrote the book in the first place to impress a girl.) More (but still relatively minimal) focus is put on the other female character, Garraty’s mother, played by Judy Greer. And the treatment of Black people and queerness is conflated in the character of McVries. The anxiety over queerness was startlingly explicit in the novel, with McVries asking Garraty if he can jerk him off at one point, and Garraty seeming to consider letting him. In the movie, there’s a pointed if still somewhat veiled admission on McVries’ part that he’s gay when Garraty asks if he has a girl and McVries replies “No, Ray, I don’t have a girl.” After this point there are some gay slurs thrown around by resident villain Barkovitch, and Garraty has a minor freakout claiming that McVries doesn’t really want to help him but wants to see him get his ticket like everyone else–seemingly a tactic to distance himself from McVries based in homophobia. Then McVries helps him keep going when he has three warnings and Garraty apologizes profusely. The gay and Black character still primarily functions in service of the main white character.  

Another conflation was required by the excision of the character Scramm, who in the novel has a pregnant wife and is the favored winner but does not win because he catches pneumonia. In the movie Stebbins gets the pneumonia and in one of the most nonsensical changes, Olsen is revealed, after he’s died, to have a wife, an aspect that’s necessary to the plot because the remaining walkers have to make a pact to help her if they win that further alienates Barkovitch who’s pretty much gone insane by this point. This was one of the good changes–Barkovitch is haunted by having inadvertently caused one of the other walker’s deaths earlier by taunting him, something he did in the novel but didn’t seem to care much about after the fact. The Olsen change was a bad one and the Olsen character on the whole was pretty annoying. One of the other big changes was the winning walker getting one specific wish in addition to unlimited money after winning, and Olsen declared his wish would be to have “ten naked ladies.” That that guy would be the one with a wife…yeah, no. In the novel and movie Olsen gets gut shot when he charges the soldiers when he’s ready to give up, and in the novel he shouts “I did it wrong”–one time. In the movie he shouts it like three times and each time it lessens its impact. 

McVries’ queerness is never referenced again; as in the novel, he has a prominent scar on his face that he does not reveal the origin of until fairly late. In the novel, a girlfriend cut his face during a breakup; in the movie, he got it by picking a fight with the wrong person who almost ended up killing him, which is the incident that led him to a new outlook on life, i.e., the choose-love outlook. In keeping with this, after he tells Ray this story, he essentially asks Ray to be his brother. He saves Ray multiple times, including pulling him onward when he stops too long to apologize to his mother for doing the walk in the first place. This is our first big hint Garraty’s perspective has started to shift and he’s second-guessing his revenge plan. Which, by the way, entailed asking for one of the surrounding soldiers’ carbines after he won and was offered his wish, and then using it to shoot the major. 

Stebbins, McVries, and Garraty are the last three standing, but Stebbins has the pneumonia so he gives in, but first reveals, as he does in the novel, that the major is his father and he thought the major didn’t know this but he apparently does and is just using him as the “rabbit” to drive the other walkers farther. As in the novel, this reveal doesn’t really seem to have much of a narrative function even though the actor gives a moving performance; there’s no interaction between Stebbins and the major except when the tags are passed out at the beginning, even though the major is more present than he is in the novel riding along with them and shouting weird things about their “sacs” as apparent motivation to keep them going. In the novel, Stebbins and Garraty are the last two standing, but in the movie, it’s McVries and Garraty, which makes a lot more dramatic sense. McVries mentions earlier when they’re talking about their wishes that he’s changed his to there being two winners of the long walk so you can have the hope as you’re doing it that one of the friends you make will make it. Because this is what’s really the most difficult part of the Long Walk–not the physical endurance, but the psychological, as you trauma bond with friends you then have to watch die. 

And so, the ending: McVries stops, seemingly to let Garraty win, seemingly for the sake of Garraty still having a family (his mother), but Garraty pulls him up and asks him to walk with him “just a little farther.” This also all takes place in the rain and at night, which adds to the intensity of it. And Ray also has just given McVries a spiel about McVries having something he himself doesn’t in terms of an ability to perceive and appreciate beauty and light. As soon as McVries starts walking again, Garraty stops, and before McVries can realize he’s stopped, the major shoots Garraty (which is logistically confusing because they’re supposed to get warnings first). Garraty dies and McVries has won but of course is utterly devastated. The major asks him what his wish is. McVries hesitates then asks for one of the soldiers’ carbines, claiming he wants it as a souvenir for his grandchildren. Then he pulls it on the major, and there’s some buildup as the major tries to talk him down and we wait to see if McVries will really go through with it. He does, shooting the major and saying “this is for Ray.” Then everyone in the scene disappears and McVries walks off alone in the rain. The intimation is he’s probably been immediately shot by the other soldiers, but the film thankfully spares us the shot (so to speak) of a young Black man being slaughtered–despite the fact that the movie really doesn’t pull many punches elsewhere and is extremely graphic. This choice might imply some awareness of the racial politics attendant to the depiction of McVries’ character, but it still seems troubling: the white character sacrifices himself for the black character in an inversion of the usual trope, but then the black character turns around and apparently sacrifices himself for the sake of the white character anyway. There’s some narrative inversion of their perspectives we’re to understand they’ve internalized from their Walking experience: Garraty had the “dark” worldview characterized by vengeance, and McVries had the “light” one characterized by love; Garraty’s choice to stop and let McVries win indicates he’s let go of the need for vengeance and chosen love, but then McVries turns around and chooses vengeance. It’s a thinker, all right. And gives us something different if as weighty to ponder as the novel’s ending, in which Garraty wins but then keeps going thinking there are others ahead of him he still needs to walk down; his lack of awareness that he’s won indicates the experience has been so traumatic he’ll essentially be living it forever and the price of winning was too high. This is a good ending (if a dark one) but a very internal one that doesn’t translate cinematically. 

Somehow, King walks the line between making his novels cinematic enough to be ripe for adapting and incorporating more literary aspects. This balance seems like a big part of his “secret sauce” in those less screen-translatable literary aspects leaving adapters the space to make interesting changes, a potentially appealing flexibility that attracts those Hollywood producers like Pennywise to that delicious fear.

-SCR

The Running Man for President

It was a vast stage without scenery, inviting him to run across, easily seen in the blazing illumination, easily caught, easily shot down.

The Seashell hummed in his ear.

“. . . watch for a man running . . . watch for the running man . . . watch for a man alone, on foot . . . watch . . .”

RAY BRADBURY, FAHRENHEIT 451. 1953.

Published in 1982, The Running Man is Stephen King’s fourth novel written under his pseudonym Richard Bachman; it will be the next Bachman novel, Thinner in 1985, that will enable the reading public to identify Bachman as King.

Summary

In the year 2025, Ben and Sheila Richards are living in a Development apartment in Co-Op City, and their infant daughter Cathy is sick. Recently, Ben has been watching the game shows on the “Free-Vee” obsessively, and now he leaves to go to the network building to apply to be on one of these shows to get some money to treat Cathy. At the Games Building, he’s put through a lot of tests and is chosen for a show called The Running Man; we learn he’s chosen for this for the same reason he hasn’t been able to get steady work in recent years and has been living in poverty: he’s “‘regarded as antiauthoritarian and antisocial’” based on insubordinate interactions with previous work superiors. An executive named Killian explains the show’s rules: Richards will be on the run and if the show’s “hunters” don’t capture him in thirty days, he’ll get a billion dollars. Richards has to mail in regular recordings of himself to air on the show; Killian claims they won’t use these to trace his whereabouts while also noting Richards is generally being set up to fail (no one has ever won the billion dollars). 

Richards is brought on the show and sees that both his own and his wife’s photos that the show airs have been doctored to make them look worse than they are. Then he’s let loose from the building and goes to a connection from his neighborhood who can get him some fake identification papers; he makes it to NYC and then Boston, where he stays in a YMCA. After he sends his first tape recording to the network, he suspects hunters are trailing him and narrowly escapes through a tunnel after blowing up an oil tank in the YMCA’s basement. When Richards emerges from a manhole after this close call, he’s seen by a 7-year-old whom he pays to go get his older brother, who’s connected to a gang who can help him. The brother, Bradley, brings Richards home (while there he’s able to watch an installment of The Running Man and Richards sees they’re also doctoring the recordings he’s sending in); Bradley gets him out of Boston by hiding him in the trunk of his car and he–again narrowly–escapes being discovered during a road-block traffic stop. Bradley procures Richards a car and Richards poses as a priest in the town of Manchester, then goes to find a connection of Bradley’s named Elton Parrakis; the pair bonded over researching the true damage of the rampant pollution and how deaths from cancer are being covered up. Elton’s mother ends up calling the police after recognizing Richards as the Running Man, and when Elton tries to help him escape they end up in a car chase with the police. A police cruiser bumper breaks Richards’ ankle and he gets shot in the arm, but he shoots at the cruiser and it crashes and they escape with Elton, fatally injured, driving the car off and leaving Richards at an abandoned construction site. 

The next day Richards crutches to a town and convinces a boy to mail in his tape clips for him. Then, at a Stop sign, he hijacks a car driven by a lone woman named Amelia Williams, and directs her to drive to a jetport in Derry 150 miles away. After the police shoot at them without any concern about potentially killing Amelia, Richards calls the media to ensure there are cameras broadcasting from there by the time they arrive at the jetport. Having convinced Amelia that the Network has manipulated things and that he’s not really the bad guy, he tells her when she leaves the car that she needs to tell the police he has dynamite on him, when really he’s just got her clutch purse in his pocket and is bluffing. She claims she can’t do it, but when she’s gone and the cops don’t shoot him he figures she did lie to them about the dynamite. The cops honor his demand for a plane with a crew, which he boards, demanding Amelia’s presence on the plane as well. He meets the show’s head hunter Evan McCone, who also gets on the plane and who notes that Richards has broken the record for the contestant who’s lasted the longest on the show. Once they’re in the air, flying low over populated areas so cops won’t blow up the plane, Killian the Network executive speaks to Richards on a monitor and tells him that Sheila and Cathy were stabbed to death days ago by intruders, and that they want to fake his death and have him join their side as a hunter (an offer that enrages McCone). Richards agrees, but then knocks out one of his guards with a coffeepot and shoots the pilots, and he and McCone end up shooting each other. Dying with his intestines hanging out, Richards flies the plane into the Network’s Games Building. 

The End.

Different Races

As for plot and pacing, each chapter being headed with a countdown “…Minus [x] and Counting…” might seem hackneyed (the starting at “100” for the countdown is technically arbitrary) but is actually a fairly simple and effective trick to create tension, like the timer ticking down on a bomb, which is appropriate here since the arc in fact culminates in an explosion. The basic framework of the structure, the arc of Richards’ “running,” is provided by the characters who move him through three primary phases of his journey that entail a literal geographic transfer, and these would be 1) Bradley, 2) Parrakis, and 3) Amelia.

Probably three factors the most worthy of discussion here are: the similarities to the previous Bachman novels, particularly The Long Walk and Roadwork, the dystopic treatment of the year 2025 including creepy foreshadowing of 9/11, and the text’s blatant racism.

Of course these factors are all interrelated to different degrees. The main Roadwork connection to me is that the alienation and fate of Ben Richards is the same as Roadwork’s Barton Dawes but on a larger scale; Dawes’ suffering is more localized and private, and we end with him blowing up his own house. Richards gets to run all over the place–and in general his victimization by the system is probably more sympathetic than Dawes–and he also will die in an explosion at the end, but one that will take a lot more people out (house v. building). Since Richards is competing in a contest for spectator/consumer pleasure, this effectively makes this novel a hybrid of The Long Walk and Roadwork.

Roadwork is explicitly tagged a novel of the Energy Crisis and is set during that period in the 1970s; The Running Man purports to be set in 2025 but is equally obsessed with this 70s Energy Crisis period, though not in a way that really dates it per se since climate change, obviously, has only gotten worse. (We don’t seem to be at the advent of “air cars” even if that’s exactly where we should be.) The novel is freakishly prescient in some ways, the state coverup of pollution’s link to cancer and the general extremity of the environmental situation reminiscent of Exxon covering up direct evidence of climate change back in the 80s…

The primary freakishly prescient element is probably how the narrative heralds the era of reality television, and more than that, the connection between 9/11 as a staged production and this era, as the terrorists’ awareness of the power of the televised images of the disaster influenced their planning:

It is not a hidden truth that some violent and self-destructive people crave an audience. Broadcast television birthed the theatre of media-age terrorism half a century ago. Khalid Sheikh Mohammed imagined the September 11th attacks as a reality-television producer would—their political power was inseparable in his thinking from the fact that the images would be shown over and over on television. Since then, digital technology has democratized broadcast production—lowered the barriers to entry, as economists would put it. Even the Taliban, which banned cameras and music in its initial phase, now produces and distributes snuff videos of its guerrilla and suicide attacks. If it weren’t for digital production and its potential for worldwide distribution on social media, the Islamic State might be of marginal concern outside of the Arab world.

From here.

(I’m so behind on writing about my King reading that I actually started my re-read of this novel to start writing about it on…9/11/21.) This Bachman novel also reminds me of the first one, Rage, and that novel’s influence on gun violence in schools, so direct in that case that King had it pulled from publication because school shooters had copies of it in their locker…one wonders if certain terrorists might have had copies of The Running Man in their knapsacks…though I will say about this plot development that while it is, on the surface, extremely satisfying for Richards to take out these network assholes with him, the feasibility of his managing to execute this feat is more than a little hard to buy–the plane having been on autopilot for most of the flight, it’s unclear how Richards would really be able to direct it toward such a specific target. Yet it “works” because we’re satisfied by Richards weaponizing that which was weaponized against him to take out the ones who weaponized it. (What doesn’t really work is that it seems we’re ultimately to believe it’s true that Richards’ wife and daughter, whom he is doing the game (and thus the entire book) for in the first place, were killed by excessive stabbing in a random break-in that is apparently unconnected to his being a contestant on the famous show, when it seems like their connection to him from the show is exactly what should have been the reason for their murder: thus the effort to save them would be responsible for killing them.)

It also seems important to note that in this scenario, you the reader are rooting for the figure who is plowing the plane into the building! The network honchos are depicted as essentially selling an image to the public of Richards-as-terrorist (they do this even more blatantly in the 1987 film adaptation). This reminded me of narrative themes related to my experience of going to see the musical Wicked (pre-Covid):

For me, having to shove through the morass of Times Square on a December Saturday afternoon in order to get to the theater where Wicked was playing provided another layer of thematic development. Being stuck in a horde of people when one is running late to get somewhere does not make one think the best of one’s fellow woman. I can’t even remember now if it was me or the friend I was with who joked about understanding why someone (i.e. terrorists) would want to blow up all of this shit-show sea of people being blasted by the seizure-inducing flashing lights of gigantic advertisements. We conceded it was probably not a good idea to make that joke too loudly. It all made me think of the good v. evil narrative that the Bush administration propagated after 9/11. It was easy to think of the terrorists as evil, harder to try to understand that perhaps there could have been reasons they did what they did other than just being pure evil, reasons that had to do with things America had done. A whole other post could be written about how Elphaba’s trajectory in Wicked dovetails with America’s surrounding 9/11, if you consider her character arc of becoming as bad as those she was fighting against (going to the “dark side” as exemplified in Abu Ghraib). It’s interesting that the musical version (the novel having been published pre-9/11) was launched in ’03, when the good-v-evil narrative was being propagated so intensely in the buildup to the invasion of Iraq.

From here.

Per the outcome of The Running Man, Richards, by flying the plane into the Games building, patently avoids becoming as bad as those he was fighting against when his doing so is figured as a blatant rejection of the offer to join the Games team as a hunter.

The reality-television era is marked by 9/11 but also the advent of Trump, who many argue would never have become President without the platform of The Apprentice. The creepiness of this connection is only accentuated by a promotional tag line that initiates the text:

In the year 2025, the best men don’t run for president, they run for their lives….

It’s the president of the television network who’s the one with power (and thus evil) in The Running Man, but both the Trump connection and the fact that actor-turned-governor Arnold Schwarzenegger plays Richards in the 1987 film adaptation AND that pro-wrestler-turned-actor-turned governor Jesse “The Body” Ventura plays Captain Freedom (a character that’s not in the book) lends seemingly unintended–despite the tag line–resonance to the descriptor “running”: politicians, or political candidates, “run,” and do so in a way that’s explicitly produced for media imagery and consumption. Not that the text doesn’t point out the connection between politics, media, and manipulation at the center of this game show:

“It’ll work. I think. There will be a dozen free-lance cameramen around in no time, hoping to get some Games money or even the Zapruder Award itself. With that kind of publicity, they’ll have to play it straight.”

Richard Bachman. The Running Man. 1982.

This implicitly highlights the irony of the infamous footage of the JFK assassination (footage…shot by Matthew Zapruder), with JFK’s success as a politician often attributed to the advent and prominence of televised imagery.

If you’re running, you’re in a “race,” connecting the political themes to the novel’s appalling racism, made more appalling by the fact that the novel purports to be set in 2025, rendering the regular use of the term “Negro” (in a non-slur context) that much more grating. Grating as well is the use of slurs intended to depict that the era (but not the author!) is still racist (“darkie,” “pickaninnies”). This novel definitely has more black characters than previous Bachmans and possibly any King novel up to this point between Bradley and Killian the executive, but possibly the most appalling (I will keep using this word) is a nameless boy with a grievance:

When Richards walked into the lobby, the desk clerk was arguing with a tiny, scruffly black boy in a killball jersey so big that it reached down over his blue jeans to midshin. The disputed territory seemed to be a gum machine that stood inside the lobby door.

“I loss my nickel, honky. I loss my muh-fuhn nickel!”

The boy kicked the plaxteel post of the gum machine, then ran. “Muh-fuhn white honky sum bitch!”

Richard Bachman. The Running Man. 1982.

“Scruffly”? “Honky”?? (I am wondering if “scruffly” here is a typo in my e-book since “scruffy” is used elsewhere.) Here is evidence that the text is racist rather than the times the text is trying to depict; in typical King fashion, you can sense the author trying to depict the times as racist at certain…times, while at others it’s just confusing, as when Richards is being tested for the games with ink blots and responds to one by designating it not “Negro,” but the N-word–the text is fairly opaque about whether Richards might be messing with his ostensible captors…he also does use the word “Negro” to describe one of the ink blots–“‘Two Negro women. Kissing.'”–offering a conflation of my two favorite problematic threads through King’s work, racism and homophobia. The latter takes a backseat to the former in general in this novel, but the treatment of both work together to reinforce the utter failure of the text to transcend 1975 in what’s supposed to be a depiction of 2025:

“I didn’t mean to mouth off,” he said unwillingly. Richards thought he could peg him. Well-off young men with a lot of free time often spent much of it roaming the shabby pleasure areas of the big cities, roaming in well-heeled packs, sometimes on foot, more often on choppers. They were queer-stompers. Queers, of course, had to be eradicated. Save our bathrooms for democracy. They rarely ventured beyond the twilight pleasure areas into the full darkness of the ghettos. When they did, they got the shit kicked out of them.

Richard Bachman. The Running Man. 1982.

You can see the authorial effort to depict the times rather than the text/Richards as racist and homophobic when the “bad guys” at the network who function as our protagonist-Richards’ captors and tormentors voice a parallel between our protagonist’s defining heroic-protagonist trait and racism and homophobia:

“In short, you are regarded as antiauthoritarian and antisocial. You’re a deviate who has been intelligent enough to stay out of prison and serious trouble with the government, and you’re not hooked on anything. A staff psychologist reports you saw lesbians, excrement, and a pollutive gas vehicle in various inkblots.”

Richard Bachman. The Running Man. 1982.

I’m confused by the use of the verb “deviate” for what seems intended to mean the noun “deviant” in this context, and this confusion is an apt representation of that generated by the racism King-Bachman exhibits specifically via his efforts to not be racist: I can see that you meant “deviant” (i.e., to not be racist) but that’s not what you’ve put in the version of your actual text…and not not being racist means…

For more context on/evidence of The Running Man‘s inadvertent racism–or potentially the racism masquerading, or attempting to masquerade, as its opposite–we can look at the depictions of the two primary black characters, Bradley and Killian. Bradley represents a more general problem with the characterization of Richards in that we see he exists only to characterize Richards rather than as a character in his own right. My bigger problem with this use of Bradley is that through it Richards is characterized as what might be designated “Black in spirit” (kind of like the “first Black president” designation for Bill Clinton)–Bradley and Bradley’s family are moved to help Richards because he is an impoverished, alienated, marginalized specimen in this society, as are they. Richards is in a sense sociopolitically Black, and if a version of this game show did exist, it seems very possible that targeted demographics might be more likely to root for a black man to be hunted down and killed rather than a white one–probably this is the real horror of this dystopian futuristic premise for King, the prospect of mainstream America cheering for the white man’s death.

So Bradley is willing to put himself at risk, to essentially sacrifice himself for Richards (it is he who delivers Richards a priest costume, no less), to fight for the greater cause against their shared oppressors. This characterization becomes more revealing juxtaposed with the next party willing to help Richards, Bradley’s white friend via correspondence, Parrakis (who is overweight and evoked with some fairly fat-phobic descriptions). The rising-action escalation in this stage of Richards’ journey, requiring a complication to up the stakes, necessarily implicates race: the police are called because someone is not willing to sacrifice herself to help Richards, and that would be Parrakis’ white mother–she is patently unwilling to help the pseudo-Black Richards–not just unwilling to help/sacrifice, but attempting to actively deter him.

Killian has somewhat similar but different or possibly inverted versions of this problem in that he’s a Black character with status and power–a network executive–but, he’s evil, so this creates and undertone–or really overtone–of horror in the Black man in a position of power using that power against the white man, even if that man is pseudo-black.

Killian is introduced in the text thus:

The man behind the desk was of middle height and very black. So black, in fact, that for a moment Richards was struck with unreality. He might have stepped out of a minstrel show.

Richard Bachman. The Running Man. 1982.

Last semester, when I was teaching an elective on horror at an arts high school in which we read Carrie, one student asked how similar Carrie was to the rest of King’s work, if you’d be able to tell it was him writing it if you didn’t know–a question equally pertinent to King’s work as his alter ego Richard Bachman. To my mind, though some say Carrie is different than King’s other books, the primary giveaway/marker of King’s touch in his debut novel would be the parenthetical references to intruding/subconscious thoughts. But there’s actually another giveaway in connection with the above Running Man passage, and that is invoking comparisons to “minstrel” shows, which Carrie does twice. I was appalled to see this comparison appear in a King book as late as 1999–appearing in the point of view of the nine-year-old girl protagonist of The Girl Who Loved Tom Gordon–and probably to later works I haven’t gotten to yet…

To me, The Running Man reinforces that the connective tissue of the Bachman novels is that of a white male protagonist rendered pseudo-Other in his victimization by a larger system, underwritten by the horror of the idea that a white male could be the victim. As much as the original film adaptation diverged from its source material, it retained this fundamental core, and I don’t mean to sound too cynical when I don’t hold out much hope that the latest reboot will represent much progress on this front…

-SCR

Roadwork…Doesn’t Always Work (Part II): The White Man’s Worldview

I’m on the highway to hell.

“Highway to Hell,” AC/DC, 1979.

Roadwork unfolds in a neat three-part structure comprised of November, December, and January, respectively, with narrative momentum established by movement toward a clear deadline–January 20, 1974, the date Barton Dawes is supposed to be out of his house. That the three-month structure straddles the transition from 1973 to 1974 is significant due to the centrality of Watergate in my reading of King’s oeuvre’s depiction of our haunted American history: Nixon resigns in August of ’74. Roadwork‘s resident Nixon reference appears thus:

The house was hot. He had turned the thermostat to seventy-eight degrees and had left it there ever since Mary left. What energy crisis? Fuck you, Dick. Also the horse you rode in on. Fuck Checkers, too.

Is the extravagant consumption Dawes displays here to be taken as a heroic stand for individualism, or, conversely, emblematic of the problematic national penchant to preserve individual rights that led to this period’s “energy crisis” in the first place, or some combination thereof? Here Dawes conceives of the extravagance as a direct flouting of authority in the form of Nixon, still president in the timeline of the narrative, resigned-in-disgrace emblematic-King-villain outside of the text. The latter creates the possibility that opposition to this villainous figure renders Dawes the “good guy,” figuring the extravagant consumption here as more explicitly heroic, and thus condoning it, which would be a problem. This is another one of those instances where it seems like the exact device King-as-Bachman is deploying in order to generate sympathy for Dawes’ character instead makes me hate him.

Train the Dog

My first Roadwork post discussed how this lack of sympathy for Dawes largely manifests by way of the failure of the device of his son Charlie deployed on this front. Part of the reason the Charlie fails to generate sympathy is because his lack of development is highlighted by a stark contrast: there is much more emotional development and detail prevalent in the backstory surrounding the Dawes’ television. In this flashback sequence, both Dawes and his wife get side jobs to be able to buy a color one, which, when they do, leads to sex, creating a counterpoint to Charlie, a byproduct of sex, that might figure television as a hedonistic detriment to society rather than something more conducive to a fruitful continuation of our species….

The structure the television provides for plot, a linking of past and present, occurs when Dawes smashes the television near the height of his self-destructive (or system-inducing self-destruction) spiral, a gesture whose ultimate significance is hard to read in light of Dawes’ almost immediate regret for doing so. Is King-as-Bachman advocating for taking concrete action to escape television’s insidious influence? Is it ultimately figured as a helpful escape from Dawes’ tortured senseless plight of having to move to a new house, or does it play a more insidious role in his paralyzed stasis? It seems ironic that King would indict television on any level seeing the extent of the influence visual media has had on him (not to mention the success he has had in it, though perhaps not quite as much at the time he wrote Roadwork), but… maybe it’s a Freudian form of the father he needs to kill.

We basically see Dawes see the world through the lens of (television) advertisements, and how this impacts/ connects to real-life actions:

“Try one of these,” Harry said, and took a roll of pills from his breast pocket. Written on the outside was:

ROLAIDS

“Thanks,” he said. He took one off the top and popped it into his mouth, never minding the bit of lint on it. Look at me, I’m in a TV commercial. Consumes forty-seven times its own weight in excess stomach acid.

and

They watched the news in silence for a while. A commercial for a cold medicine came on—two men whose heads had been turned into blocks of snot. When one of them took the cold pill, the gray-green cube that had been encasing his head fell off in large lumps.

“Your cold sounds better tonight,” he said.

and

He masturbated instead, in front of the TV, and came to climax while an announcer was showing incontrovertibly that Anacin hit and held the highest pain-relief level of any brand.

It seems like you can track a pattern where we see Dawes increasingly isolated in each of these life-related-to-ad moments; in early ones he’s out interacting with people thinking of ads, then later he’s in front of the TV relating the ads he’s seeing to memories rather than directly experienced life in a reversal of the earlier moments. So when we get a theory Dawes advances to Olivia, it reads ironically in light of his own relationship to television and its attendant advertisements:

“The Trained Dog Ethic, first advanced by Barton George Dawes in late 1973, fully explains such mysteries as the monetary crisis, inflation, the Viet Nam war, and the current energy crisis. Let us take the energy crisis as an example. The American people are the trained dogs, trained in this case to love oil-guzzling toys. Cars, snowmobiles, large boats, dune buggies, motorcycles, minicycles, campers, and many, many more. In the years 1973 to 1980 we will be trained to hate energy toys. The American people love to be trained. Training makes them wag their tails. Use energy. Don’t use energy. Go pee on the newspaper. I don’t object to saving energy, I object to training.”

….

“Like Pavlov’s dogs,” he said. “They were trained to salivate at the sound of a bell. We’ve been trained to salivate when somebody shows us a Bombardier Skidoo with overdrive or a Zenith color TV with a motorized antenna. I have one of those at my house. The TV has a Space Command gadget. You can sit in your chair and change the channels, hike the volume or lower it, turn it on or off. I stuck the gadget in my mouth once and pushed the on button and the TV came right on. The signal went right through my brain and still did the job. Technology is wonderful.”

I’m definitely conditioned to a disturbing degree by the sound of my work email notification…at any rate, Dawes’ constant mental references to advertisements show us he is as trained in the Pavlovian manner by technology in the form of television as the “American people” he so disdainfully describes, which might be especially emphasized in this ad reference:

Before he had a chance to say what, there was a commercial for Gravy Train. The man in the commercial was saying that Gravy Train, when mixed with warm water, made its own gravy. He asked the audience if it didn’t look just like beef stew. To Barton George Dawes it looked just like a loose bowel movement that somebody had done in a red dog dish.

Dawes’ Pavlovian training seems to ultimately reveal itself in a sequence out in the “real world” when he sees a woman in the grocery store drop dead:

He was on his way down a middle aisle toward the checkouts when God perhaps spoke to him. There was a woman in front of him…. She made a funny gobbling, crowing noise in her throat and staggered. The squeeze bottle of mustard she had been holding in her hand fell to the floor and rolled, showing a red pennant and the word FRENCH’S over and over again.

“Ma’am?” he ventured. “Are you okay?”

The woman fell backward and her left hand, which she had put up to steady herself, swept a score of coffee cans onto the floor. Each can said:

MAXWELL HOUSE Good To The Very Last Drop.

After a nearby doctor establishes this woman has died of a brain hemorrhage, the scene ends with:

His calm of the last five days was shattered, and probably for good. Had there ever been a clearer omen? Surely not. But what did it mean? What?

It means Dawes thinks a woman’s death has more significance as a sign for him than it means for her. The brand names prevalent in the surrounding descriptions of this death seem to heighten its horror via juxtaposition/contrast with the ordinary/mundane, but the prevalent presence of objects reinforces the woman’s usage as an object to be read as a sign of relevance for Dawes. Which would seem illustrative of a type of thinking King has a female character explicate in a much later story, “Mr. Harrigan’s Phone,” from his 2020 novella collection If It Bleeds:

“Kids your age have a Ptolemaic view of the universe. I’m young enough to remember.”

“I don’t know what—”

“Ptolemy was a Roman mathematician and astrologer who believed the earth was the center of the universe, a stillpoint everything else revolved around. Children believe their entire worlds revolve around them. That sense of being at the center of everything usually starts to fade by the time you’re twenty or so, but you’re a long way from that.”

It’s telling that in 2020 King is citing children as the most vulnerable to this worldview, when it seems equally applicable to the willful blindness of the white patriarchy, a system designed to revolve around a particular demographic that perpetuates its own worldview (ie that of its own inherent supremacy) as “normal.” When you are inherently supreme, everyone else exists for your benefit, as the woman in the store does for Dawes. The text seems conscious to a degree that Dawes doing this is not exactly the most stable thing to do, that he is a “trained dog” as it were, trained to read all surrounding signs and symbols for their relevance to him. But it seems ironic that, per Matthew Salesses’ ideas I discussed in my first Firestarter post, this is a problem the text itself is perpetuating, training the audience/culture to read all signs for their relevance to…the white man. If Dawes is a “trained dog,” this is another way he is a victim of the systemic injustices of the systems designed to revolve around the white men…a victim of the self-centered conceptual framework that advertising cultivates, even more so when that self is a white man.

(Olivia as a character also amounts to little more than a plot device; sleeping with Dawes for no other apparent reason except his initial refusal to do so, she–or more specifically, his sleeping with her–becomes a pawn the powers that be can blackmail Dawes with. Mary as a female figure doesn’t fare much better.)

Advertising itself ends up affecting the plot more directly when, after Magliore won’t sell him explosives, Dawes hears a PSA about not taking gas home from the gas station because it’s explosive, which then inspires him to use it for homemade molotov-cocktail-style explosives (another Night Shift call back by way of “Trucks”) to vandalize the roadwork site. But this vandalism is ultimately ineffective, foreshadowing the climactic gun-and-car-battery sequence. As this final part unfolds, Dawes’ visual-text trained-dog associations shift from ads to movies:

When the first police car screamed around the corner in a calculated racing drift like something out of The French Connection he was ready.

and

“You know what, fellow? You’ve seen too many movies.”

“I don’t go to the movies much anymore. I did see The Exorcist, thought. I wish I hadn’t. How are your movie guys coming out there?”

and

“You’ll never take me alive!” he yelled, delirious with joy. “You’re the dirty rats who shot my kid brother! I’ll see some of ya in hell before ya get me!”

These passages seem to reveal a pattern of escalation in their own right: internal reference, external interaction that then implicates media in the type of problematic influence we’ve seen the silver screen in Dawes’ living room having, and finally, Dawes literally performing something from a movie as if he is in it. A merging of worlds–but in his head. This is actually creepily starting to seem symbolic of King himself and the extent to which he is a prism of American literary and pop culture…

The treatment of the media here becomes interesting in light of the conclusion of Firestarter, which seems to valorize the freedom of the press pretty unequivocally. Roadwork‘s conclusion is more…equivocal. We’re told people will remember the image of Dawes’ exploding house as filmed by the media, and that the reporting got a Pulitzer for revealing the bad guy/monster is the system itself (in theory making Dawes’ death worthwhile or mean something)…but then people forget again…and nothing changes. It also seems worth noting that the media aspect frames the whole book via the prologue we get of Dawes meeting the reporter who will break his posthumous story–but whom Dawes also won’t remember, a possible symbol of how we don’t realize/recognize how much of what we see/know is “framed” by the media…and yet what the media seems to be revealing in Dawes’ case is how Dawes has in effect been “framed” as the bad guy in this narrative…so, mixed signals.

The Failure

King scholar Patrick McAleer notes a larger pattern that the futility of Dawes’ one-man stand against the larger system can be read into:

…the theory that King’s writing is purposely set up so that the characters fail, suggests that King, at least through his “dark half” Richard Bachman, focuses his writing on failure to criticize his peers: death may be a quite unfavorable climax to anticipate, but the beneficial cost and the moral purpose of, essentially, martyrdom is an ideal that King constantly revisits in order to remind the Boomers of what they abandoned and that their infamy remains alive and as a mark of shame when compared to the foolish and quixotic yet heroic, memorable, and perhaps admirable characters in the Bachman books.

Patrick McAleer, “I Have the Whole World in My Hands … Now What?: Power, Control, Responsibility and the Baby Boomers in Stephen King’s Fiction.” The Journal of Popular Culture, Vol. 44, No. 6, 2011, pp1221-1222

Dawes’ death serves to reveal a larger problem–the highway extension itself being an unnecessary and destructive product of bureaucratic budget acrobatics–but does little to solve it. I suppose this could qualify him as a “martyr,” but that he’s “admirable” would be a stretch for me.

McAleer’s charting of King’s representation of Boomer failures manifests primarily in the figures of Father Callahan from ‘Salem’s Lot, Louis Creed from Pet Sematary, Roland Deschain from The Dark Tower, and (somewhat confusingly since he doesn’t fit the generational profile) Paul Edgecomb in The Green Mile, to support the thesis that:

What King, then, seemingly aims to do through his fiction is to suggest that as many of his characters are placed within positions of power and are given numerous chances to remedy their respective situations, they often fail, and it is through this failure, despite the abundant opportunity to amend any potential wrongs, that King provides a layered discussion focused on a constant lamentation for himself and his generation—the Baby Boomers: a selection of people who were positioned to radically alter their social landscape and who reportedly had the necessary means to do so, yet failed to use the available resources, which were required to accomplish their ends and must now live with and face the constant reminders of their resonating and collective collapse.

Patrick McAleer, “I Have the Whole World in My Hands … Now What?: Power, Control, Responsibility and the Baby Boomers in Stephen King’s Fiction.” The Journal of Popular Culture, Vol. 44, No. 6, 2011, p1210.

Ouch. As a millennial, I can appreciate putting the onus back on the Boomers in a certain reversal…and reading Roadwork in 2020-21, the Boomers’ failures are nothing but amplified on the climate-change front. McAleer’s article as well, now a decade old, has attained new resonance in light of our recent election of yet another Boomer for president:

The real tensions of the new Administration, which began with a twenty-two-year-old old Black poet offering wisdom to a seventy-eight-year-old white President, are generational. Was American liberalism contingent on boomer optimism, and was that contingent on a once-in-human-history sequence of prosperity? There are plenty of ways to define Biden’s agenda, but one is that he is trying to apply a politics built on boomer optimism to an era in which that optimism has faded.

Benjamin Wallace-Wells, “The Conservative Case Against the Boomers,” January 28, 2021.

What McAleer does not seem to directly acknowledge is how King’s “lamentation for himself” included in his generational indictment can be applied to the failure of King’s work–with the “abundant opportunity” inherent in its massive mainstream platform–to provide more equitable representations of marginalized demographics, with two of his more prominent failures on this front being those of gay people and black people. As McAleer himself says, the Bachman books are as relevant as any in King’s oeuvre when it comes to discerning patterns, etc., in his work, and so can offer evidence of King’s problematic treatment of both the Queer presence and the Africanist presence.

In Roadwork, the latter seems more prominent, while the former manifests in Magliore’s use of the term “fruitcake” as a label for Dawes, which is apparently supposed to indicate craziness more than queerness–as in “Nutty as a fruitcake“–though it seems to encode queerness. Queerness also comes up indirectly in references to “coming out of the closet” applied to non-queer contexts, such as:

He had joined the mainstream of lunacy, he had come out of the closet.

This is doing double duty in terms of being offensive to non-“mainstream” demographics, conflating queer people and people with mental-health issues and thus implying there’s some kind of inherent connection between them. The other figurative closet invocation provides a springboard to the appearance of the Africanist presence:

“Are you really going to drink that down-by-de-Swanee-Ribber stuff? I always thought you were a scotch man.”

“I was always a private Comfort-and-ginger-ale man. I’ve come out of the closet.”

Up until this point in the novel, when Dawes doesn’t give a shit anymore because everything’s been taken away from him, he feels the need to hide that this was his drink of choice, as we learn upon its introduction fairly early:

…drinking his private drink, Southern Comfort and Seven-Up. It was his private drink because people laughed when he drank it in public.

It was not until I read the racist fake-dialect-emphasizing exchange where Dawes “come[s] out of the closet” about this drink that I understood the reason people (i.e., white people) would laugh at it has racialized, or more specifically, racist, implications. Dawes is, in effect, aligning and/or associating himself with black people by drinking a drink associated with them, an alignment that is replicated/reiterated through the figure that offered our other platform to the queer presence: Magliore. Magliore invokes the N-word to describe a black person he claims blew up a federal courthouse in an anecdote he presents to Dawes as evidence for why Dawes’ efforts toward vandalism/sabotage (or “action” as McAleer might formulate it) will be futile (or fail). Magliore thus creates a narrative equality/equivalency between Dawes and this nameless black person that underscores how the novel’s entire plot figures Dawes as marginalized by the system in the same way that minorities are. Before he was given his walking papers by the powers that be, Dawes had to hide any potential affinity that would link him to such marginalized groups–he has to stay in the closet when he’s drinking his Southern Comfort. Once he’s been victimized/tossed aside by the system like they’ve been, he can empathize, and, by the text’s formulation, he’s essentially been outed as one of them.

Dawes expresses a similar affinity for blackness/black people elsewhere:

He rode up with a black woman who had a large Afro. She was wearing a jumper and was holding a steno notebook.

“I like your Afro,” he said abruptly, for no reason.

She looked at him coolly and said nothing. Nothing at all.

This seems an attempt on Dawes’ part to declare an allegiance of sorts, one that this black woman doesn’t accept/rebuffs–with silence. But does her silence give her power in this exchange, or is this the text not giving a black woman a voice? Is it some type of progress that this “black woman” is not only given the “Afro” attribute but two other non-racially charged descriptors?

To complicate these questions, we have another nameless avatar of blackness to unpack the stereotypical and sartorial trappings of:

In Norton, blacks stood around on street corners and outside bars. Restaurants advertised different kinds of soul food. Children hopped and danced on chalked sidewalk grids. [Dawes] saw a pimpmobile—a huge pink Eldorado Cadillac—pull up in front of an anonymous brownstone apartment building. The man who got out was a Wilt Chamberlain-size black in a white planter’s hat and a white ice cream suit with pearl buttons and black platform shoes with huge gold buckles on the sides. He carried a malacca stick with a large ivory ball on the top. He walked slowly, majestically, around to the hood of the car, where a set of caribou antlers were mounted. A tiny silver spoon hung on a silver chain around his neck and winked in the thin autumn sun. He watched the man in the rearview mirror as the children ran to him for sweets.

Sweet Jesus…

This figure’s outfit and accessories (inadvertently) reveal how this entire description is a white projection of blackness: the black figure is literally cloaked in whiteness. One might initially be able to conceive of the use of the term “black” as a noun (rather than as an adjective preceding some version of “person”) as Dawes being racist and King just depicting the truth of a white man’s mindset in this particular place and time. But the clothes and car description, in existing in the text as concrete objects, become King’s projection of blackness rather than just Dawes’. There’s also the fact–which I know to be one based on several other references to same appearing in other ’80s King novels–that the figure (who is a “man” by the end of the passage) is unequivocally associated with drug use via the “tiny silver spoon,” and further coded to be a drug dealer corrupting the neighborhood (or perhaps an inherent part of the corruption of a black neighborhood?) via the children running to him for “sweets.”

A version of this sequence recurs in another Magliore-linked section clunky for narrative reasons and even more so for racial reasons: Dawes has a nightmare about a dog from a story Magliore told him, and the pimp from before explicitly appears in this nightmare with all the same markers of car, antlers, suit, hat. And he has candy. All the children run to him but one:

All the children around the pimp were black, but the little boy approaching the dog was white.

Dawes desperately wants the white boy to go to the pimp for candy instead of to the dog, but the boy goes to the dog and gets attacked, at which point he sees it’s Charlie. This would seem to figure the pimp’s candy, formerly symbolically drugs, as some sort of potential saving grace. That or it symbolizes that a white boy will be torn to pieces in a black neighborhood (the dog is “black”)–or rather, the fear that this is what will happen in a black neighborhood. This anecdotal dog of Magliore’s, used several times as a means to highlight Dawes’ rising anxiety and which is here also associated with race, hearkens back to the figurative trained dog of Dawes’ theory, and thus to advertising. This link creates the possibility that the text demonstrates–however inadvertently–how the two-dimensional worlds constructed in the fantasies of advertising become manifest in two-dimensional white projections/fantasies of blackness.

Ultimately the novel engages with interesting political questions, but what would seem to be the defining feature of the Bachman brand up to this point: a literal execution(s) that’s executed poorly, figuratively, which is to say, the text seems to fail largely in its intended aims, at least for an audience that would include myself and people for whom the put-upon white man who has always had everything handed to him while honestly believing what he was being handed was the product of his own hard work having to deal with things no longer being handed to him but even actively taken away from him…

-SCR

Roadwork…Doesn’t Always Work (Part I)

“It might fuck you up worse than you are. But it might help. I’ve heard of it.”

Richard Bachman. Roadwork. 1981.

Roadwork, published in 1981, is the third novel Stephen King published under his pseudonym Richard Bachman, which up to this point in his corpus he seems to have reserved for the use of scenarios more realistic/speculative than the usually explicitly supernatural, if at times psychologically ambiguous. (The 1984 Bachman novel Thinner is a divergence from this distinction, so effectively dissolving it that the novel led to King being outed as the true identity of his pseudonymous alter-ego.)

Stephen King, the real name that sounds like a pen(is) name…

Summary

Prologue

A reporter is interviewing a crowd about a highway extension that’s being constructed, which one interviewee named Dawes cheerfully says he thinks is “a piece of shit.” The reporter will meet this man again months later without either of them remembering having met before. 

Part I: November 1973

On November 20, 1973, Barton Dawes sees a gun shop while out walking and decides to go in. Maintaining an inner dialog between “Fred” and “George,” Dawes makes up a story for the proprietor about needing a rifle as a gift for his cousin who’s a hunter, “Nick Adams,” and buys a huge one. Back at home, Dawes’ wife Mary nags him about finding a new house because they have to move out of theirs in three months. The next day, Dawes is at the industrial laundry where he works and sees messages that a higher-up wants to see him; he calls in an underling, Vinnie Mason, and reams him out for telling this executive, Steve Ordner, that he’s dragging his feet “on that Waterford deal,” aka signing the deal to buy a new property for the laundromat to move to because it’s in the path of the highway extension, just like his house is. Dawes tells Vinnie a long story about the laundromat’s history, the former owner giving him a loan to go to college, and how he worked for the owner for years until the guy died and the large faceless corporation that Ordner works for bought it.

The next morning, Dawes has a dream about building sand castles with his dead son Charlie that get gobbled up by the tide. The day after that, he goes to see Ordner and lies to him about the status of the Waterford deal, claiming he’s letting the option to buy the property run out to somehow then get a cheaper price. On his way home he bemoans the status of their lost neighborhood, all their old friends on the block having already moved for the highway extension, and cries because it’s where they lived with Charlie before Charlie died. That weekend Dawes ponders (via the inner dialog of an argument between Fred and George) about how his lies about the Waterford deal will soon be discovered and he’ll lose his job. He has lunch with his friend Tom in order to ask about a “crook” Tom pointed out recently when they were out having dinner. Dawes calls this so-called crook’s used car lot, but the guy’s out of town. At home, he lies to Mary about being close to finding a new house for them. He recalls back when they were first married and made a deal to get side jobs so they could buy a new TV. He runs into an old neighbor who seems unhappy with his new neighborhood before going to see the car lot crook, Sal Magliore, and requesting to buy “stuff.” Magliore thinks Dawes must be some kind of cop and copies his credit cards to run a check on him while telling him an anecdote about a nice dog that went mean and bit a kid when it got really hot out. That night Dawes dreams this anecdotal dog bit Charlie (who’s been dead three years).

The next day, one of the drivers who works for the laundry is killed in a car accident on the job. Ordner calls Dawes to his downtown office because he found out someone else bought the Waterford property Dawes claimed he was getting for the laundromat to move to. Ordner says Dawes had been earmarked for executive Vice President until this screwup, and Dawes goes on a tirade about how Ordner and the corporation don’t give a shit about the laundromat. Dawes then goes to Magliore’s and tells him he wants explosives to blow up the 784 highway extension, but Magliore won’t do it because he’s convinced it will lead back to him. When Dawes goes home afterward, Mary is crying and upset because people have called to tell her Dawes was fired and ask what’s wrong with him. He tries to claim that his inexplicable actions might have something to do with Charlie. 

Part II: December 1973

Mary’s gone to stay with her parents and Dawes gets drunk while watching TV and pitying himself. He drives around during the day and ends up picking up a young female hitchhiker, Olivia, whom he brings home; they watch TV, and he initially refuses to go to bed with her (he wants to help her by giving her some money and acts like sleeping with her will taint that transaction, prostituting her), but after having a nightmare in the night, he gets up and goes to her and they have sex. She tells him about leaving college after becoming disillusioned with too many drug trips, and gives him some mescaline she says may or may not help him. He calls Mary (sober for once) and convinces her to have lunch with him; at the restaurant Mary surprises him by revealing she had considered not marrying him in the first place when she learned she was pregnant. He lies and tells her he’ll get another job and see a psychiatrist but then ends up getting mad and yelling at her until she flees. 

Out Christmas shopping, Dawes runs into Vinnie Mason and tries to convince him his new position with the corporation that owns the laundry is a dead end, driving Vinnie to punch him. His friend Tom from the laundry calls and tells him the demolition of the laundry is happening ahead of schedule and that the brother of the laundry driver who died in the car accident killed himself. Dawes goes to watch the laundry demolition. Later he makes homemade molotov cocktails/“firebombs” using gasoline and in the wee hours drives to the construction site of the highway extension and successfully uses them on several of the machines and the trailer of the construction company’s portable office. The next morning he hears on the news that the damage he did will only cause a minimal delay in the highway construction. He meets Mary to give her some Christmas presents, lies about a job interview, and she tells him about a New Year’s Eve party. On Christmas, Olivia the hitchhiker calls from Las Vegas telling him it’s not going well, and he tries to encourage her to stay a little longer and offers to send her money. Then Sal Magliore calls to congratulate him for the construction-site vandalism (even though it essentially had no effect on the highway extension’s progress) and complains about the energy crisis hurting his car business. The next night, after getting another letter from the city about relocating, Dawes drinks and recalls finding out about Charlie’s inoperable brain tumor, and how he didn’t cry after Charlie died, but Mary did; now Mary has turned out to be the one who’s healed while he hasn’t.

On his way to the NYE party at a friend of his and Mary’s, Dawes discovers the mescaline that Olivia gave him in his coat pocket, and takes it at the party and starts tripping. He runs into a mysterious man named Drake who tells him about owning a coffeeshop then gives him a ride home. Alone, Dawes busts his television with a hammer at midnight when it turns to 1974. 

Part III: January 1974

When Dawes is at the grocery store a few days later, a random woman drops dead of a brain hemorrhage in front of him. At home, he suddenly wonders what they did with Charlie’s clothes and finds them in the attic. A couple of days later, a lawyer, Fenner, visits to try to get him to submit the form he needs to sell the city his house; when Dawes resists, Fenner attempts to blackmail him re: his tryst with Olivia, and Dawes realizes they’ve been spying on him, though they don’t seem to know about his vandalism of the roadwork site. Later that afternoon Dawes calls Fenner and says he’ll agree to sell for a little extra money. He has lunch with Magliore, who sends some guys to his house under the guise of TV repairmen to sweep his house for bugs, and they find several. He cashes half the payment he’s getting for the house and sends the other half to Mary. He considers driving out to Vegas to get Olivia. Magliore calls and says they can do business and instructs him to meet a couple of guys at a bowling alley, who explain some things about the explosives he’s buying from them before loading them in his car. He finds Drake at the coffeeshop he owns that helps out poor strung-out kids and tries to give him five grand to help with the business. He buys a car battery. He calls Magliore and tells him he wants him to find Olivia in Vegas and set up a trust fund for her with some of Dawes’ money. He calls Mary and they agree they will divorce civilly; he calls Steve Ordner and tries to convince him to let Vinnie out of his dead-end job. He practices firing the guns he bought from the gun shop. 

On January 20, 1974, the day he’s legally supposed to be out of the property, Dawes gets out the car battery and sets the explosives around the house. When the lawyers show up with a couple of cops, he has an internal dialog between Fred and George resolving to go through with his plan but to try not to kill anybody. Then he uses a rifle to shoot out a tire on the cop car and there’s a shootout. A lot more cops come and he hopes he can make it until the TV people show up. When he does see a news van, he yells for Fenner and demands for one of them to come in and talk to him. The reporter from the prologue enters the house and mediates some of Dawes’ demands, making sure the camera crew sets up. He tells the reporter he’s doing it because of the roadwork before the reporter leaves. When Dawes sees everything is set up, and the cops send in tear gas, he detonates the explosives via the car battery, and dies. 

Epilogue

The reporter releases a documentary about Dawes’ last stand and the explosion, interrogating the questionable cause of the 784 extension in the first place; it had no practical utility other than spending enough of the municipality’s budget that they would continue to be allocated that much…people quickly forget about it, though most remember the image of the exploding house. The End. 

In the Name of the Father, Son, and White Man’s Spirit

On the fourth anniversary of my father’s death, The New Yorker published a piece by Tobias Wolff about the short stories of the writer whose advice and reputation has been a bastion of white American masculinity who’s generated reams of bad, terse imitation prose for nearly a century now: Ernest Hemingway. Wolff, a celebrated short-story writer and memoirist whose writing has its own issues with misogyny, is making a point about Hemingway’s stories’ “feeling for human fragility,” and as I scanned the article and found no concrete impetus for the publication of this discussion at this particular time, I grew increasingly disgusted. Why the f*ck are we still publishing random valorizations of this man?

Roadwork invokes Hemingway in its opening chapter, when our protagonist Barton Dawes is purchasing a firearm for mysterious reasons that are meant to pique reader interest further when the gun-shop proprietor prods him into providing a fake name: “Nick Adams.” (The use of a figure that functions as Hemingway’s alter-ego attains another layer of resonance deployed in the context of a Bachman novel.) Its deployment in relation to guns in the text links it to Hemingway’s use of Adams to manifest his own phallic-toxic masculinity, often by exerting dominion over animals; Dawes tells the shop owner that his cousin Nick is going to need it for hunting:

“… It seems that he and about six buddies chipped in together and bought themselves a trip to this place in Mexico, sort of like a free-fire zone—”

“A no-limit hunting preserve?”

“Yeah, that’s it.” He chuckled a little. “You shoot as much as you want. They stock it, you know. Deer, antelope, bear, bison. Everything.”

“Was it Boca Rio?”

The proprietor’s interest in the name recurs later when he calls Dawes to tell him his order is ready; he repeats twice he went himself and it was “‘the best time I ever had in my life.'” The text seems to mock the proprietor’s enthusiasm for shooting a zebra in what amounts to a penned-in area where your ability to do so depends entirely on your ability to pay for it as opposed to any other masculinity-defining traits that are inherent rather than purchased (ie brute strength or cunning), and so to possibly serve to mock the Hemingway ethos.

The context in which the Nick Adams name is invoked might further reinforce a refutation of Hemingway rather than an homage: everything Dawes says regarding “Nick Adams” is a bald-faced lie, both in the near-opening scene and later in an exchange he has with Mary in which the reader is also aware he’s lying:

“The psychiatrist?”

“Yes.”

“I called two. One is booked up until almost June. The other guy is going to be in the Bahamas until the end of March. He said he could take me then.”

“What were their names?”

“Names? Gee, honey, I’d have to look them up again to tell you. Adams, I think the first guy was. Nicholas Adams—”

“Bart,” she said sadly.

“It might have been Aarons,” he said wildly.

Alongside this link to a (patriarchal) literary predecessor, Roadwork offers a notable link to the work that bears King’s “real” name in Dawes running the “Blue Ribbon Laundry,” which is the name of the same laundromat that appears in “The Mangler” from King’s Night Shift story collection. And if that weren’t enough of a King-clue, this seems, in hindsight, like it should have been:

He could hear the washers and the steady thumping hiss of the ironer. The mangler, they called it, on account of what would happen to you if you ever got caught in it.

But perhaps it just seemed an homage…as is the first UK edition’s cover image bears the text (in all caps): “Now they would listen to him–now he had the guns”?

It’s funny the UK cover emphasizes the gun theme slightly more than the attendant text of its American counterpart:

“His life was in the path of the wrecking ball…but he wouldn’t budge”

Both of these covers seem to valorize Dawes and, via the (phallic) images of the gun, his masculinity. The plot that the wrecking-ball invocation so aptly captures reinforces the importance of property to masculine identity, a more specific spin on a common King theme that academics have picked up on:

Douglas Keesey argues that King’s “fictions address the problem of how one can be something other than a football player—say a writer—and still retain respect for oneself as a man” (195). Keesey’s observation that anything short of rugged masculinity may be problematic for King, reflects our larger cultural ideals of masculinity, what Marc Fasteau refers to as the “male machine.” [14] King’s response to this ideal is to people his novels with male figures who are emphatically not football players or any other version of empowered masculinity such as construction workers, Don Juans, captains of industry, etc. Instead, he offers his readers men and boys who possess many feminine characteristics, who are frequently social misfits and suffer as a result of their nature and/or social circumstances. Initially, King invokes this new masculine ideal through his critique of corrupt patriarchal institutions.

from here

A bureaucratic institution is certainly indicted by Roadwork‘s plot, but how cognizant the text is of the patriarchal significance to its corruption is less clear. Dawes is, after all, a white man of not a little privilege, and in that sense a representative of the patriarchy itself. This seems, in fact, to be in large part the aspect from which the novel’s most fundamental horror derives: that the privilege of a white man could fall victim to the system that was engineered to privilege white men, engineered by privileged white men… but does this mean Roadwork‘s plot figures the patriarchy as the enemy? Only if the bureaucracy that mindlessly enacts “progress”–in the form of a highway extension that will only further incentivize a consumption of resources driving us toward our own destruction–is shown to be the product of male pig-headedness. (I would have sworn AC/DC’s “Highway to Hell” inspired this plot concept if the 1979 release of that song didn’t seem a couple years past when King must have first drafted it.) Yet the most pig-headed male here would seem to be Dawes himself…

In our third Bachman novel we have a plot that revolves around a road, as its immediate Bachman predecessor, The Long Walk, did in a more literal way, offering a political commentary of sorts in the depiction of its dystopia. Roadwork is already explicitly political by its subtitle: “a novel of the first energy crisis.” King has been lambasting those insidious SUVs since before it was trendy:

When they went by the roadwork, [Dawes] asked Drake’s opinion.

“They’re building new roads for energy-sucking behemoths while kids in this city are starving,” Drake said shortly. “What do I think? I think it’s a bloody crime.”

King claims in a Bachman Books introduction to have written the book as a way of processing the cancer that had senselessly killed his mother, which effectively identifies the larger metaphor of the highway extension as a cancer that senselessly and undeservedly destroys Barton Dawes’ life, bearing down on him from the two directions that are the foundation of his (and most American men’s) entire existence: home and work. This highway extension is itself an “extension” of the government bureaucracy that incentivized the “senseless” extension in the first place. At the time of the energy crisis, the culture was closer to the interstate system’s origin than our current culture is to that energy crisis, but due to our current…climate of climate-change awareness, the novel’s thematic concerns–both conscious and unconscious–is still relevant.

That King-as-author has connected this climate-change cancer to his parent makes sense in light of the narrative’s use of a parent-child relationship as a focal point to channel the pain of the larger political conflict of the energy crisis. Dawes’ son Charlie died of a brain tumor. Unfortunately, this is one of the major aspects of the narrative that… doesn’t work.

To me, the Charlie backstory thread and its connection to Dawes’ motivations just did not feel well integrated. Good idea, poor execution. In theory, this is our protagonist’s primary element of chronic tension, that which is supposed to provide insight (and thereby sympathy) into the actions that appear inexplicable to those surrounding him. Charlie becomes another piece of property Dawes has lost in a way that exacerbates the conflict between Dawes and his wife:

“Mary, he was our son—”

He was yours!” she screamed at him.

In theory, the impending destruction of the house–aka the property that the property of his son grew up in–should function as an effective acute tension to raise the specter of the unresolved chronic, but the references that were supposed to elucidate his emotional connection to Charlie in a way that created sympathy in me as a reader fell flat; they felt jammed in ham-handedly like the Charlie connection was thought up after everything else was written. As in this clunky transition:

That night, sitting in front of the Zenith TV, he found himself thinking about how he and Mary had found out, almost forty-two months ago now, that God had decided to do a little roadwork on their son Charlie’s brain.

This chronic-tension element is perhaps most significantly expressed through Dawes’ inner dialogue between “Fred” and “George,” names/entities we come to find out explicitly originate with Charlie:

The two of them had fitted so well that names were ridiculous, even pronouns a little obscene. So they became George and Fred, a vaudeville sort of combination, two Mortimer Veeblefeezers against the world.

Another instance of good theory and bad execution: we’re told “names were ridiculous,” “[s]o they became [names]…” in a logical construction that contradicts itself and thus undermines the intended impact. This failure of logic seems to play out on a larger scale as there seems to be no rhyme or reason to the times that “Fred” doesn’t respond to him in his mind when George asks for him, which happens a few times, but then later Fred will just be there again. Perhaps this lack of logic is supposed to be the point, a signifier of Dawes’ mental deterioration. And perhaps that part could work if it weren’t for the other problems, such as the fact that Charlie is supposed to be the original “Fred,” yet the Fred voice in Dawes’ head in no way mimics a child’s in any way I was able to pick up on.

As a corollary, a narrative element that does work by the metrics of its own imparted logic is when Dawes moves beyond the guns he bought in the novel’s opening to another weapon, one that was not designed as such in the traditional sense (embodied by guns), and a car battery becomes instrument/trigger of destruction: 

“If I hook this up to the car battery beside me on the floor, everything goes!”

This works on a few levels: the climate-change one we’re able to feel even more viscerally in 2021, and the reversal of the metaphorical engine of Dawes’ own destruction turned on his destroyers.

Along the way, he throws out the traditional weapon(s), though only after he’s made use of them:

…he scurried back to the overturned chair and threw the rifle out the window. He picked up the Magnum and threw that out after it. Good-bye, Nick Adams.

If only it was goodbye for good…this fake name’s link to lies that might imply a critique of the Hemingway ethos and influence might be undermined by the heroism/martyrdom connected to the “stand” Dawes is ultimately able to make with them, even if he throws them out after the fact in what is, by that point, a fairly meaningless gesture.

The invocation of this fake name so close to his death links some element of Dawes’ craziness (back) to Hemingway, he who famously, as Tobias Wolff describes remembering learning of so vividly in his article, committed suicide by shotgun. Nick Adams is like a version of Hemingway’s alter ego reflecting the Fred/George reflection-of-insanity dichotomy, possibly implicating writers as generally crazy by proxy of living through alter egos (multiple layers of them in this book’s case), or at the least expressing some aspect of their own monstrousness, as academic Jeffrey Jerome Cohen has it in his “Monster Culture” analysis:

When contained by geographic, generic, or epistemic marginalization, the monster can function as an alter ego, as an alluring projection of (an Other) self.

Jeffrey Jerome Cohen, “Monster Culture (Seven Theses),” Monster Theory: Reading Culture, 1996.

The backstory/motivation thread with Charlie-George-Fred is tied up with the novel’s depiction of what might be broadly termed “insanity,” the topic of which is broached directly a few times, as we see when Dawes is firebombing the construction site: 

A semblance of sanity began to return.

The Fred-and-George dialogue reads to some degree as schizophrenic in the stereotypical sense of hearing multiple voices in one’s head, though the text itself never specifically invokes the term, and its link to the external event of Charlie’s death as its onset might not be medically sound…. This possibility as a diagnosis seems reinforced by the section near the climax where we get such an internal dialog in an experimental mode that academics might designate “postmodern”:

…i’m going ahead freddy my boy do you have anything you’d care to say at this auspicious moment at this point in the proceedings yes says fred you’re going to hold out for the newspeople aren’t you i sure am says george the words the pictures the newsreels demolition i know has only the point of visibility but freddy does it strike you how lonely this is how all over this city and the world people are eating and shitting and fucking and scratching their eczema all the things they write books about while we have to do this alone yes i’ve considered that george in fact i tried to tell you something about it if you’ll…

But, at the risk of invoking this concept again in reference to depictions of mental illness, this doesn’t work according to its own code of narrative logic: in one sense it’s written like an unfiltered internal (insane) monologue as if we are getting it directly as the character of Dawes himself is experiencing it: this is the function of the lack of punctuation and capitalization denoting the traditional distinctions between sentences. But then we also get some internal dialog tags: “says george” interspersed to intimate to the reader that Dawes still has the schizophrenic dialog going on between two voices. (This is a tag technically different from something like “freddy my boy” in which one of the voices is saying the name, a device which it seems should be enough to distinguish “fred” and “george” in the run-together dialog but would then feel even more overused if relied on exclusively…..) Dawes’ own direct experience should be able to distinguish between these two voices in a way that seems intruded upon by the “george says” type of tag–these are words that should not be in his internal monologue in the same way the other words are “in” the monologue…

So, Dawes is “driven” insane by the stripping of his property by the same institution that was supposed to uphold his right to pursue same (if we equate property with “happiness”) in conjunction with the unhealed wound of the equally senseless cosmic stripping of the property of his son (aka the propagation of his line), all exacerbated by the surrounding culture’s processing more foods than emotions (more on this final factor in Part II). Ultimately, Dawes is an individual–a white American middle-class male individual–sacrificed to/victimized by the larger system created and perpetuated by white American males. By which reading Dawes’ “stand” is a heroic if futile (more heroic for being futile?) gesture that makes him and his guns the good guys, valorizing a specific strain of masculinity. If Dawes’ emotional attachment to his son might read as more traditionally feminine, his choice that ultimately amounts to dying instead of moving to a new house also reads as more traditionally masculine, a tough-guy refusal to be pushed around. Of course, Dawes’ inability to express his feminine-coded grief (Mary is the one who both cries and grieves after Charlie’s death, and then, not coincidentally, heals) is implicated in leading to his ultimately futile projection of action-hero masculinity….

All of which is to say, while the climate-change and power-structure themes worked for me most of the time, and even if the Charlie backstory motivation thread “worked” narratively in the way it seems intended, this one lets the white guy off the hook too much for my taste, despite its best efforts to isolate the ironies of the destruction rendered in the name of progress.

-SCR

The Long, Long, Long Walk of Life

Because I could not stop for Death –
He kindly stopped for me –

Emily Dickinson, “Because I could not stop for Death – (479).” 1890.

The Long Walk, published in 1979, is the second novel Stephen King put out under his pseudonym Richard Bachman but the first novel he ever wrote–or at least “completed”–back when he was in college. So perhaps it shouldn’t be surprising that it’s overrun (so to speak) with adolescent boys. As with King’s first Bachman novel, Rage, its focus is on one teenaged boy in particular, but in contrast to the former, this one is told from a close-third-person perspective instead of first. The dystopic premise here might have some promise, but as with its Bachman predecessor, the execution(s) feels clunky, and upon finishing the novel it remains difficult to get a grip on why the main character has done what he did.

The Summary

A car pulls into a lot carrying Ray Garraty, who’s come to participate in an annual race known as the Long Walk that takes place in Maine, where Garraty’s from, with ninety-nine other boys aged 18 or under from around the country. In the hour before the race begins, Garraty meets a couple of the others, including Peter McVries, as the boys check in and get their numbers one by one from the famed figure of the Major. When the Walk starts, the boys have to keep their pace above four miles per hour; their speed is monitored via computer sensor by soldiers on a “halftrack” vehicle pacing them. The participants get three warnings for rule violations like slowing down; a fourth violation within the space of an hour means they’ll be shot and killed. (Each warning is erased after an hour passes.) The boys are walking until only one of them is left alive, whose prize will be whatever his heart desires for the rest of his life, but they don’t seem to register the reality of their looming deaths until the first Walker is shot a few hours in, a boy named Curley who gets a Charlie horse.

Garraty is cheered on regularly by onlookers because he’s from Maine, and is subsumed into a group that dubs themselves the “musketeers,” which includes McVries, Art Baker, Abraham, and Olson. They’re antagonized by a boy named Barkovitch and trailed by a mysterious quiet boy named Stebbins. The second to get his “ticket” is a black boy named Ewing who gets terrible blisters from wearing sneakers. Closer to nightfall, Garraty dozes and thinks about his girlfriend Jan as well as Jimmy Owens, a friend from when he was a kid whom he played Doctor with and later hit in the face. That night, as Garraty starts to feel the possibility of going crazy, he also thinks of Freaky D’Allessio, a kid he knew who died when they were young. Several more boys get their tickets by morning. A guy named Scramm who’s married and a favorite to win–a lot of money is bet on the Long Walk–starts to get a cold he claims is allergies but steadily worsens.

When Garraty defends a trucker who’s angry at the Walkers for blocking his route, he reveals to the musketeers that his father (who was a trucker) was “Squaded” when Garraty was around five for not being “much of a Long Walk booster” and being too free with his political views. They debate about why they’re doing the Long Walk, with Stebbins, who seems to know an awful lot about the Long Walk and its history, chiming in it’s because they “‘want to die.’” McVries saves Garraty when Garraty catches a case of hysterical laughter upon seeing the first huge crowds about a hundred miles in; then McVries tells him how he got a scar on his face during a breakup with a girl after they both got summer jobs at a pajama factory and she ended up making more money than him.

That afternoon, a vendor manages to toss them some watermelon against the rules, and then it starts to storm. When Olson is about to give out, he storms the soldiers on the halftrack, and they shoot him in the gut so it takes him longer to die to discourage the others from following suit. That night Garraty has to stop to take a shit with crowds watching and thinks about people collecting it as a souvenir. The next day, Scramm is clearly dying of pneumonia, and the group collectively decides that whoever wins will do something for his pregnant wife; Scramm and another boy who’d been walking at the front the whole time with his brother take their tickets. In the afternoon Garraty has to stop due to a debilitating leg cramp, managing to start up again just in the nick of time before his final warning. He and McVries talk about getting selected for the Walk (McVries was an alternate for someone who backed out) and how Garraty’s mother and his girlfriend Jan didn’t want him to participate but are supposed to be on the Walkers’ route in Freeport to see him. McVries offers to jerk Garraty off, and Garraty seems to consider it due to McVries’ having saved his life, but then McVries backs off. Barkovitch tries to explain to Garraty that he’s not really such a bad guy shortly before he (Barkovitch) goes crazy and claws out his own throat.

Garraty makes it through another night. The next morning Stebbins baits him about seeing his mother, and Garraty blows up at McVries after trying to confess to him about how he undressed with his friend Jimmy. In Freeport, when Garraty sees his mother and Jan and holds their hands, he almost stays with them too long and gets a ticket, but McVries drags him away, saving him for the second time. The remaining Walkers make a promise that no one will help anyone else from that point on. A boy named Collie Parker manages to take one of the soldiers’ guns and tries to rally the others to mutiny, but they hesitate and Parker is shot. That night it starts to rain; they cross the New Hampshire border with ten Walkers remaining.

The next morning (the last), Stebbins confesses that he’s the Major’s bastard son who’d wanted to claim moving into the Major’s house as his prize, but says he didn’t realize the Major knew who he was all along and was just using him as a carrot to drive the other Walkers farther, which seems to have worked. Seven remaining Walkers make it into Massachusetts, and then Baker gets a bad nosebleed and takes his ticket. McVries wanders off sleeping toward the crowd and Garraty tries to help him, but McVries says it’s time and sits down. Garraty swears he’ll walk down Stebbins before realizing he can’t make it, but when he goes to tell Stebbins he’s giving up, he sees that Stebbins has turned into an old man, and then Stebbins drops dead. The Major tries to declare Garraty the winner, but Garraty runs from him toward a dark figure he sees beckoning. The End.  

The Narrative Structure

Trying to remember what happens in what order plot-wise is harder for this book than most of King’s because of how monotonous this narrative is–apparently by design. The premise has a built-in timeline/narrative arc: the duration of the walking contest, with the rising action constituted by Garraty’s and the other characters’ increasing exhaustion. But that’s not enough “action” in and of itself, so we have the relationship between Garraty and McVries, with the most significant developments in the action being Garraty’s close calls to getting his ticket, and McVries then rescuing him. Garraty has three close calls, generating a clear pattern, but unfortunately the first two of these are entirely arbitrary/contrived, i.e., could have happened to any of the boys–his laughing fit and then his leg cramps. The third–wanting to stay with his mother and girlfriend–is the only one that arises from his character and/or his specific individual circumstances, and which feels more like a choice. That Garraty is the main character indicates that he will be the last one walking (the last shall be first…), though the fact that he’s from Maine and so specifically singled out by the crowds introduces another possible rationale for his being the focal character so that the conclusion is not entirely foregone (but still pretty much is).

The most appealing aspect of this novel for me is how its premise starts to achieve an allegorical resonance–the monotonous plod through the long walk of life, of having to endlessly put one foot in front of the other because life, with its endless bullshit and unexpected obstacles, is not going to stop for you. The pattern of Garraty’s close calls plays into this specifically via McVries, who saves him two out of the three times, generating a sense of indebtedness in Garraty and thematically highlighting the necessity of assistance from others and of relationships in general. Late in the game the boys decide they have to make it on their own, but the fact remains that Garraty hardly wins by himself. Then there’s the haunting conclusion of his so-called victory, the beckoning of the reaper-like figure. The book ends with Garraty still in motion.

By this point King has revealed a certain fondness for epigraphs, and here he uses them to excess even for him, with one at the beginning of every chapter, giving us eighteen total. The final chapter’s epigraph demonstrates another favorite King tic of epigraphing quotes from his own characters (though at least in this case he doesn’t have the character state the epigraph quote in the actual chapter itself, rendering it utterly superfluous), but all of the others are from real-life game shows, which, if nothing else, taught me some television history I was unfamiliar with.

On the whole these game-show quotes seem like they would make more sense for King’s next Bachman dystopia, The Running Man (1982), the premise of which revolves around an actual game show. You can get a sense from the titles that The Long Walk is a sort of Running Man precursor, but conceptually the Long Walk is not a game show. Clunk.

The Female Presence

One of the most unappealing aspects of this novel is how entirely male-centric it is. This is not uncommon for King, but seems even more exaggerated here. The premise of Rage at least allowed some space for female characters to have some kind of presence/voice (however problematically rendered), since the class that the protagonist Charlie Decker takes hostage is not exclusively male, as the members of the titular contest are here. Of course, there should be space in Garraty’s backstory for some women, and in that space we have his girlfriend Jan and his mother, who make the briefest of appearances in the present action. It’s quite the contest in and of itself who would be the most undeveloped female character in a King/Bachman novel, but these two are up there:

. . . for the first time it seemed perfectly real and totally unnatural, and he wanted either Jan or his mother, some woman, and he wondered what in the hell he was doing and how he ever could have gotten involved.

“Some woman” just about sums it up. As per usual, these women exist exclusively for male character and/or plot development. Before we hear anything more about Jan than her name, Garraty kisses and gropes a random girl cheering him on from the sideline. Then later on, when things get more dire, Jan becomes his motivation to continue as he thinks about how much he loves her and he feels “a twinge of guilt” about the girl from earlier.

Sure, whatever.

Jan and his mother serve as vague oppositional figures, being against his participating in this contest, highlighting one of this narrative’s other major problems: just why the hell Garraty is doing this in the first place. The narrative explicitly questioning this, as it does in the above passage, does not mitigate the problem, but just calls attention to it. (A form of empty lip service as per Garraty’s “twinge of guilt”: acknowledging the problem is not the same thing as addressing/solving it.) Garraty’s father is much more developed than his mother in that this father has a whole history that connects to the politics of this dystopia and the Long Walk specifically, but the narrative never seems to connect this in any way to Garraty’s motivation to do the Long Walk. This seems like a pretty big missed opportunity, especially considering the climactic reveal revolving around paternity, i.e., Stebbins being the Major’s son. Garraty’s essentially uncoerced and unmotivated participation becomes starker in light of such comparisons as:

The novel since its publication has become a classic in its dystopian vision, the echoes of which can be found throughout popular culture (e.g. The Hunger Games, The Maze Runner). 

From here.

Katniss “volunteers” as tribute, except not really, since she’s only doing it to replace her younger sister who was forcibly selected. The forcible selection reflects the overt oppression of that novel’s dystopia, and in theory I guess we’re supposed to interpret so many boys’ willingness to participate in the Long Walk (a whole application process is described; no one is being overtly “forced” to apply) as a product of glory and/or the vague grand prize of getting whatever they want, possibly representative of an even creepier form of coercion in the sense that no one realizes they’re being coerced, which definitely resonates with certain aspects of living under a capitalist so-called democracy…

The narrative takes pains to point out that none of the boys really has a concept of what they’re getting into:

“… And I don’t think I ever realized the real gut truth of what this is. I think I had the idea that when the first guy got so he couldn’t cut it anymore they’d aim the guns at him and pull the triggers and little pieces of paper with the word BANG printed on them would . . . would . . . and the Major would say April Fool and we’d all go home. Do you get what I’m saying at all?”

Garraty thought of his own rending shock when Curley had gone down in a spray of blood and brains like oatmeal, brains on the pavement and the white line. “Yes,” he said. “I know what you’re saying.”

This contributes to the allegorical aspect of life/growing up/facing mortality, but Garraty having a more specific motivation would raise the stakes and help the reader become more invested in his character.

The Africanist Presence

The only Black character in the novel is a Long Walker named Ewing, the second boy to get his ticket. Not surprisingly for a King novel, even if published under a different name, the N-word is invoked in relation to him, though by Barkovitch, who’s the closest thing to a villain apart from the Major and the soldiers on the halftrack. Ewing’s mistake is wearing sneakers for the Walk, which the “hints” in the boys’ Long Walk manuals specifically recommend against due to their causing blisters, as they do with Ewing. This novel was written before Nike became ubiquitous, and at least for me, it was surprising to hear that sneakers are supposed to be the worst thing you could wear in an essentially athletic competition like the Walk–especially since it’s never specified what kind of footwear is actually recommended or what they’re actually wearing, except for some moccasins that Stebbins is keeping in his belt for later in the walk (it’s not clear what’s on his feet before he puts these on). At any rate, Ewing chooses not to listen to the establishment’s recommendation, which might make a certain sense from a minority perspective, but the narrative proves him wrong not to have listened.

Ewing has no voice, being merely an observed casualty who never speaks to anyone. Ewing’s position as second to die instead of first might seem like it subverts the horror trope of the Black guy being the first to get killed, but from an inverted perspective, being first might have had more dignity than second:

“How tough it’s going to be for the second-to-last guy.”

“Why so tough?” McVries asked.

… “You know, to walk down everybody, absolutely everybody but that last guy. There ought to be a runner-up Prize, that’s what I think.”

The Africanist presence also appears in another form, not embodied in a character, in a way that reveals, among other things, how this dystopia resembles our “real” world:

“…Ma used to say he was her cross, but he only got into bad trouble that once. I did worse. I was a night rider for three years.”

“That’s a Squading offense, but I didn’t care. I was only twelve when I got into it. Ain’t hardly nothing but kids who go night-riding now, you know. Older heads are wiser heads. They’d tell us to go to it and pat our heads, but they weren’t out to get Squaded, not them. I got out after we burnt a cross on some black man’s lawn. I was scairt green. And ashamed, too. Why does anybody want to go burning a cross on some black man’s lawn? Jesus Christ, that stuff’s history, ain’t it? Sure it is.” Baker shook his head vaguely. “It wasn’t right.”

At that moment the rifles went again.

Quite a bit of wordplay here with the “cross,” “Jesus Christ,” and “history”…this overt condemnation of racism–the rifles here linking the horror and general senselessness of the Walkers’ deaths to the senselessness of the murderous violence perpetrated by the KKK–strikes me as indicative of King’s good intentions (believing himself to not be a racist but merely representing the Truth of racism’s existence and manifestations), intentions that he frequently and seemingly unintentionally undermines in other ways, such as in the marginalization of Ewing.

The Gay Stuff

I have put forth a theory that Rage‘s protagonist Charlie Decker is GAY, but The Long Walk engages with queerness a lot more explicitly. Once again we see a male figure from Garraty’s past gets more development than the females via the figure of Jimmy Owens, whom Garraty seems to think about more than gf Jan. Jan’s name is technically mentioned more, but seemingly repeated as a mindless mantra and in reference to her physical/sexual attributes rather than thinking anything substantive about her. Jan, through Garraty’s eyes, does not have what might be termed a personality.

The Truth of being a teenage boy, I’m sure.

In certain ways, Jimmy Owens is positioned in a female role. Jan is mentioned in the the text first, but Jimmy directly displaces her as Garraty walk-dozes:

Jan was gone. Her face became that of Jimmy Owens, the kid down the block from them. He had been five and Jimmy had been five and Jimmy’s mother had caught them playing Doctor’s Office in the sandpit behind Jimmy’s house. They both had boners.

In this sequence Garraty is initially thinking of his mother, who’s then displaced by Jan, connecting to Freudian themes re: the “motherfucker” that resurface throughout the text–via Jimmy telling Garraty what Jimmy’s mother looked like when he saw her naked (“hairy and cut open”), and later through Stebbins antagonizing Garraty about seeing his mother in the present action. Also, by all appearances from the description in the above ruminating/dozing sequence, Garraty and Jimmy have only looked at each other with their clothes off. But something more significant about their Doctor game is revealed later:

He thought of Jimmy Owens, he had hit Jimmy with the barrel of his air rifle, and yes he had meant to, because it had been Jimmy’s idea, taking off their clothes and touching each other had been Jimmy’s idea, it had been Jimmy’s idea.

Embarrassment/shame over this episode is the apparent reason he later hits Jimmy; after McVries relays how his girlfriend cut him with a letter opener during their breakup, Garraty wonders if Jimmy has a scar from when Garraty hit him, further heightening the romantic/non-platonic aspect of Garraty and Jimmy’s association. Appropriately then, McVries steps into Jimmy’s role in the present, and I was as shocked as Garraty at how explicit it became:

“He thinks we’re queer for each other,” McVries said, amused.

“He what?” Garraty’s head snapped up.

“He’s not such a bad guy,” McVries said thoughtfully. He cocked a humorous eye at Garraty. “Maybe he’s even half-right. Maybe that’s why I saved your ass. Maybe I’m queer for you.”

“With a face like mine? I thought you perverts liked the willowy type.” Still, he was suddenly uneasy.

Suddenly, shockingly, McVries said: “Would you let me jerk you off ?”

Garraty hissed in breath. “What the hell—”

“Oh, shut up,” McVries said crossly. “Where do you get off with all this self-righteous shit? I’m not even going to make it any easier by letting you know if I’m joking. What say?”

Garraty felt a sticky dryness in his throat. The thing was, he wanted to be touched. Queer, not queer, that didn’t seem to matter now that they were all busy dying. All that mattered was McVries. He didn’t want McVries to touch him, not that way.

“Well, I suppose you did save my life—” Garraty let it hang.

McVries laughed. “I’m supposed to feel like a heel because you owe me something and I’m taking advantage? Is that it?”

“Do what you want,” Garraty said shortly. “But quit playing games.”

“Does that mean yes?”

“Whatever you want!” Garraty yelled. Pearson, who had been staring, nearly hypnotized, at his feet, looked up, startled. “Whatever you goddam want!” Garraty yelled.

McVries laughed again. “You’re all right, Ray. Never doubt it.” He clapped Garraty’s shoulder and dropped back.

Garraty stared after him, mystified.

There’s some ambiguity, but since Garraty, even though “he wanted to be touched,” then immediately “didn’t want McVries to touch him, not that way,” it does seem like he’s only open to the possibility out of a sense of indebtedness. Which seems like a copout considering the Jimmy backstory…

Basically Garraty doesn’t seem queer as characterized by the text, but rather experiencing traditional adolescent sexual confusion I’ve seen touched on (so to speak) by other apparently straight male writers. This general sexual confusion seems further reinforced by the Freudian themes surrounding Garraty’s mother, revealing a fundamental aspect of male heterosexuality in a patriarchal culture, the conundrum underscored by the lack of female character development (here and in other King novels): heterosexual males are mainly fucking females (or talking about doing so) to demonstrate their heterosexuality/sexual prowess to other males in a dynamic that becomes implicitly homosexual, or rather, constitutes a “crisis of male self-definition that throws into question the very category of male heterosexuality,” as an academic text frames it in a more extended discussion of King’s repping of queerness in ‘Salem’s Lot. This crisis is a recurring King theme.

The way queerness plays into conceptions of masculinity is further highlighted in The Long Walk by a pair of non-white characters who lack any specific individual development:

The vanguard was in plain sight: two tall, tanned boys with black leather jackets tied around their waists. The word was that they were queer for each other, but Garraty believed that like he believed the moon was green cheese. They didn’t look effeminate, and they seemed like nice enough guys . . . not that either one of those things had much to do with whether or not they were queer, he supposed. And not that it was any of his business if they were. But . . .

That’s Garraty’s unfinished thought and ellipses. Eventually it’s confirmed that these boys are not queer:

“Joe and Mike? The leather-jacket guys everybody thought was queer for each other? They’re Hopis. I think that was what Scramm was trying to tell us before, and we weren’t gettin’ him. But . . . see . . . what I hear is that they’re brothers.”

Scramm ends up taking his ticket alongside one of these mistaken queers, and his link to this pair is significant, since Scramm is the one boy who seems to have surpassed boyhood by not only marrying a woman, but impregnating her. But Scramm’s manliness/strength fails him; the favorite to win loses. And if the boys everyone took for queer are straight–or at least their closeness signifies something other than queerness: literal fraternity–then perhaps Garraty’s apparent straightness is…something else.

-SCR

Rage: The Queer Catcher Connections

“The trouble with me is, I like it when somebody digresses. It’s more interesting and all.”

J.D. Salinger, The Catcher in the Rye (1951).

When you write, tell me why Holden Caulfield always has to have the blues so much when he isn’t even black.

Stephen King. The Dead Zone (1979).

The business of virgins is always deadly serious—not pleasure but experience.

Stephen King. The Stand (1989).

I wasn’t far into Richard Bachman’s Rage, Stephen King’s first pseudonymous novel, before a certain likeness screamed off the page. The first-person voice of narrator Charlie Decker whining against the establishment with an affected detachment was definitely derivative of one Holden Caulfield. Rereading J.D. Salinger’s The Catcher in the Rye revealed further resemblances.

Thankfully, Charlie doesn’t take up Holden’s most distinct verbal tics (“I mean,” “really,” “goddam”), but has a similarly sarcastic take on things, and his own distinct voice constituted largely via his pop culture references. Both Charlie and Holden’s troubled psyches have been molded by pop culture, particularly the movies–or more specifically, by the mainstream attitudes and unrealistic fantasies perpetuated by them.

Both Charlie and Holden are narrating their respective tales retrospectively from an institution, something Holden reveals at the very beginning but that Charlie withholds until the end. Holden also doesn’t kill anyone to end up at his institution like Charlie does; rather he’s just flunked out of a bunch of prep schools, probably due to clinical depression (or as he puts it, getting “pretty run-down”), probably due to unresolved grief about his younger brother’s death.

Holden also seems to have a more palpable emotional breakthrough at the end of his narrative: his opting not to protect his sister Phoebe from falling off her carousel horse marks a distinct change from his figuring himself the eponymous “catcher in the rye” whose job it is to stop children from running over a cliff (into adulthood)–though this so-called breakthrough potentially being what sends him to his institution might complicate its nature as such. If Charlie ever has an emotional breakthrough, I never felt it; his reveal that he has a secret again at the end when previously he’d been airing all his dirty laundry could mark a reversal of sorts, but what that reversal signifies emotionally is muddled at best.

Both The Catcher in the Rye and Rage also influenced and possibly motivated real-life murderers; it’s apparently for this reason that only the former remains in print, and continues to sell millions of copies a year, despite its potential role in the murder of John Lennon.

Another likeness started to float to the surface of these texts–and their adolescent male (anti)protagonists–as I reread them alongside each other. Holden and Charlie end up in institutions for different reasons on the surface, but the subtextual motives for why they do the different things that land them in the same place struck me as strikingly similar. Both Charlie’s and Holden’s shall we say… “asocial” tendencies seem more and more to me to be a product of their closeted sexualities–closeted, it seems, even to themselves.

From Drop Dead Gorgeous (1998).

As someone who spent their own adolescence closeted even to themselves, this could be something I’m more inclined to see than other readers, though others have also theorized about Holden’s queerness.

My last post mentioned the prominence of clothes in Rage–specifically in relation to sex–and clothes are used as a narrative device quite a bit in Catcher, too (which I’ve written more about here). And both texts’ narrators’ queerness often expresses itself via their frequent invocations of clothing.

In Rage, when Charlie is unable to get it up with Dana at the college party, he broaches the topic of his possible queerness more directly than Holden ever does, and in a way that implicitly points out how the phrase “coming out of the closet” implicitly invokes clothes:

The cold certainty that I was queer crept over me like rising water. I had read someplace that you didn’t have to have any overt homosexual experience to be queer; you could just be that way and never know it until the queen in your closet leaped out at you like Norman Bates’s mom in Psycho, a grotesque mugger prancing and mincing in Mommy’s makeup and Mommy’s shoes.

The out-of-the-closet climax in Psycho (1960).

Fun fact: the angle never shows Norman wearing Mommy’s shoes in the film, and he’s not wearing women’s makeup either. But that the epitome of horror is a man dressed up in women’s clothes (well, okay, his mother’s clothes) doesn’t seem like it would create positive associations with non-normative gender expressions…

This Rage passage also shows how Charlie’s worldview has been shaped by movies, a characteristic that seems to be contributing to his general disaffectedness in a way that turns out to be pretty similar to Holden’s, if not as artfully realized. The Hollywood influence is responsible for both of these characters repressing themselves into depression.

Charlie’s Psycho reference expresses an attitude of fear and horror toward queerness, or more specifically toward the the idea of being queer himself: being queer is on par with the grotesqueness manifest in Norman Bates wearing his mother’s clothes, that fundamental part of what makes that character the eponymous “psycho.” This iconic film in part expresses a larger cultural attitude Charlie’s been compelled to adopt that being attracted to another guy, and not being able to “perform” with a woman, is a living nightmare, because it implicitly means he’s not really a “man” as society defines one. And these feelings of inadequacy are a big part of what has driven Charlie to take some form of power back via the “stick” of his father’s pistol.

It’s hard to take Charlie’s admission, this “certainty,” that Charlie is queer at face value. He’s quite inebriated at this point, for one thing. For another, his queerness is not ever explicitly mentioned again, making it seem more like a deflective in-the-moment excuse that’s not meant to be taken seriously, like his weird asides about circle jerks. Though maybe those should be taken seriously as further evidence for his queerness, since I’m not sure what would be an apter symbol of performative masculinity…. Also, the day Charlie takes his classmates hostage is after the day of this college party where he’s supposedly admitted to himself he’s queer, and yet, after he’s made this admission, but before he’s mentioned it to his hostages or the reader, we see him performing (toxic) heteronormative masculinity:

A girl I didn’t know passed me on the second-floor landing, a pimply, ugly girl wearing big horn-rimmed glasses and carrying a clutch of secretarial-type books. On impulse I turned around and looked after her. Yes; yes. From the back she might have been Miss America. It was wonderful.

Pretty much everything about Charlie’s narration in the present undermines the idea that he consciously considers himself queer after his failure to perform at the college party, since he doesn’t present himself as such to the reader. The above passage would seem to offer clues of unconscious queerness via the fact that he can only appreciate a girl’s beauty “[f]rom the back.”

Charlie’s descriptions of Joe McKennedy and his relationship with Joe especially belie–if inadvertently–the interpretation that there’s not a more meaningful layer of queerness present, offering further evidence that the above passage is mere posturing on Charlie’s part. I postulate that Charlie is, if not secretly in love with Joe McKennedy, at the least (strongly) sexually attracted to him.

Joe was a friend, the only good one I ever had. He never seemed afraid of me, or revolted by my weird mannerisms …. I had Joe beat in the brains department, and he had me in the making-friends department. …. But Joe liked my brains. He never said, but I know he did. And because everyone liked Joe, they had to at least tolerate me. I won’t say I worshiped Joe McKennedy, but it was a close thing. He was my mojo.

Those final two sentences are the most loaded of all, since whenever you say something you’re not saying, you’re still saying it… it’s pretty ironic that Charlie “won’t say” what he’s saying (sort of) between the lines here about “worshipping” Joe, when his whole mission is supposed to be saying the things you’re not supposed to say. Plus “mojo” is a word that I have strong sexual associations with for some reason…

Sir Austin Powers.

For other queerly suspicious Joe references, Charlie sees Joe after coming back into the college party following his dawning “certainty” of his queerness:

Joe was over in a corner, making out with a really stunning girl who had her hands in his mop of blond hair.

This is another example of Charlie performing heterosexual masculinity in his narration, in this case juxtaposed with the true object of desire that performance is meant to deflect from. Here we have a lame, abstract descriptor for the female–“stunning”–while when Charlie looks at Joe, he sees the more concrete “mop of blond hair.” That shows who he’s really looking at more closely.

Joe is present and a potentially integral part of the critical incident when Charlie is twelve and gets beaten up for wearing the corduroy suit; Joe intervenes, which emasculates Charlie and makes the incident even more humiliating. Joe and Charlie also go on a double date, during which Charlie, due to his stomach problems, throws up in Joe’s car and has a generally miserable time. It seems that Joe helping him get access to girls is the surface reason Charlie calls Joe his “mojo,” but then when he’s on a date with a girl, he’s too sick to do anything. It seems the unspecified root of Charlie’s stomach problems–specified as the root of his violence in the form of the reason he claims he started bringing the pipe wrench to school–could likely be his repressed sexuality.

Joe is also present in a sex dream Charlie has about his mother following the dream where his father had a stake driven through his crotch. The mother dream is more graphic: his mother is giving him an enema while Joe fondles her (he also initially thinks Joe is waiting for him outside before realizing Joe is there participating). These dreams potentially draw a problematic parallel between Charlie’s attraction to Joe and his attraction to his parents, creating an implication that a sexual attraction to either or both of your parents is as sick as a homosexual attraction to your best friend. Or maybe the implication is just that because of the attitudes of the culture around him, he thinks these two things are equally sick. According to Freudian theory, it’s a certain level of normal to have an unconscious sexual attraction to your parents; what makes Charlie abnormal is that the unconsciousness of these attractions seems to have become more conscious, and this abnormality is implied to be the reason he’s turned murderer, and thus would be the source of his titular “rage,” as it were.

At the novel’s end, Joe is absent in body but present in the form of a letter to Charlie, in which his language that he and everyone else are “pulling for” Charlie is suspiciously reminiscent of Charlie’s constant references to circle jerks throughout the text. One of the redacted parts of the letter also seems to have possibly queer undertones:

Maybe you know what happened to Pig Pen, no one in town can believe it, about him and Dick Keene [following has been censored as possibly upsetting to patient], so you can never tell what people are going to do, can you?

These redactions and Charlie’s “secret” in the form of not liking custard at the end seems to signal that Charlie has returned to the world where the taboo is once again unspeakable–which could mean that he’s cured or what’s considered “normal.” But the custard secret struck me as an objective correlative for queerness–the custard is a cover for the real secret–that everyone, including the reader, thinks he likes women when he really doesn’t…and his framing it this way enables him to keep the secret even from the reader, and possibly still himself.

Charlie’s repeated performances of heterosexual masculinity due to fear of his own queerness recall the novel’s thematic references to Teddy Roosevelt’s “big stick” idea of performing military prowess as a form of defense/security. This would seem to show (whether consciously on King/Bachman’s part or not) that the ethos of individual American masculinity is bound up with the explicitly masculine imperialist ethos of our country, as expressed in fittingly phallic language…

Aside from references to Joe, there’s an interesting little moment in the first description of Ted that one could read a deeper meaning into with a queer lens:

Ted Jones … was a tall boy wearing wash-faded Levi’s and an army shirt with flap pockets. He looked very fine. 

I mentioned in the previous post how Ted’s army-associated clothes link him to Charlie’s father, who’s wearing his navy uniform in the pseudo sex dream Charlie has about him. “Very fine” might be an abstract descriptor similar to the girl he describes as “stunning,” but that it comes on the heels of a very specific description of Ted’s clothing is again a concrete way of showing how closely Charlie is looking at him.

Charlie’s sex dream about his father in particular illustrates the influence of Hollywood on his psyche: he sees his father in a coffin in “the basement of an old castle that looked like something out of an old Universal Pictures movie”–the basement being a classic metaphor for unconscious part of the mind. The “stake” in his father’s crotch is also a version of the “stick” of Teddy’s performative masculinity foreign policy. It also seems to indicate a sort of paradoxical sexual desire in figuring the penis being penetrated by a penis-like object…which might also connect to how Charlie himself is penetrated by the “stick” of Philbrick’s gun in the novel’s climax, which Charlie intentionally provokes him into doing for no stated reason:

I made as if to grab something behind Mrs. Underwood’s desktop row of books and plants. “Here it comes, you shit cop!” I screamed.

He shot me three times.

The gun-as-stick links Charlie’s cinema-centered sexuality issues to his gun violence: gun violence as expression of repressed sexuality.

Charlie’s patterns have a predecessor in depicting a need to perform heterosexual masculinity originating from performances on the silver screen. As one Goodreads reviewer put it, “In this Bachman book, Holden Caulfield takes the Breakfast Club hostage with a pistol.”

Teenage concerns in The Breakfast Club (1985).

The Catcher in the Closet

The Hollywood influence in Catcher appears in the first paragraph:

I mean that’s all I told D.B. about, and he’s my brother and all. He’s in Hollywood. …  Now he’s out in Hollywood, D.B., being a prostitute. If there’s one thing I hate, it’s the movies. Don’t even mention them to me. 

But Holden will mention them several more times, including a lengthy description of a movie he goes to see to kill time, purportedly by way of illustrating how terrible (i.e., phony) it is but really inadvertently demonstrating how closely he’s paying attention to it. He also frequently likes to “horse around” and play out little fantasies, like having to hold his guts in after he’s been shot. He sometimes fantasizes that a woman is taking care of him when he’s been shot, specifically Jane, a former neighbor that, via his narration, he performs a level of sexual interest in by describing things like the only time they “ever got close to necking.” That the text immediately connects Hollywood’s influence to “being a prostitute” connects Holden’s sexual anxieties–as expressed through his performance of heteronormative masculinity–to the fantasies that movies put in his head.

Movie star wisdom in The Aviator (2004).

That is, Holden inadvertently expresses in the novel’s opening that he hates movies due to their depictions of sex specifically. He locates Hollywood as the source of a cultural standard of (toxic) masculinity/virility that will implicitly be responsible for his compulsion to procure a prostitute later in the novel, an exchange that will further evidence his queerness and conflate sex and violence in a manner that’s similar to Rage‘s use of that conflation and how it expresses the violence of sexual repression.

But before the actual prostitute makes an appearance, other clues start to point toward the true source of Holden’s malaise. As the book opens with Holden indicting Hollywood, he’s literally looking down on a football game he’s not attending because “[t]here were never many girls at all at the football games” and “I like to be somewhere at least where you can see a few girls around once in a while” and the only girl who usually attends “wasn’t exactly the type that drove you mad with desire.” He tells us that he’s supposed to be at a match with the fencing team but they had to come back early:

I left all the foils and equipment and stuff on the goddam subway. It wasn’t all my fault. I had to keep getting up to look at this map, so we’d know where to get off. 

Then clothes start to express queerness. Holden procured a distinctive red hunting hat on his brief foray into the city with the fencing team just before the novel started. When his non-friend Ackley tells him it’s a “‘deer shooting hat,'” Holden clarifies that it’s “‘a people shooting hat. … I shoot people in this hat'” (he’ll also shortly note that “I really got a bang out of that hat.”). Holden’s roommate Stradlater storms in asking to borrow Holden’s houndstooth jacket for a date, but Holden is afraid Stradlater will “‘stretch[] it with your goddam shoulders and all,'” redundantly clarifying for the reader that Stradlater “had these very broad shoulders.” (Concrete attribute!) Also: Then Stradlater heads to the bathroom to groom for his date:

No shirt on or anything. He always walked around in his bare torso because he thought he had a damn good build. He did, too. I have to admit it. 

Holden follows Stradlater to the can (hmm), where, not irrelevantly, he does one of his movie-inspired “horsing around” routines (tap dancing in this case). He finds out that Stradlater’s date is with Jane, the girl he’s convinced himself he’s attracted to in lieu of admitting he’s attracted to Stradlater. Even Stradlater’s name–straddle…later–expresses his true queer function, that Holden secretly wants to straddle him but can’t presently cope with/acknowledge that desire.

While Stradlater is gone on his date with Jane, Holden can’t stop thinking about the fact that Stradlater is gone on the date, another instance of narrative heteronormative performance wherein the locus of anxiety is implied to be Jane but is more likely really Stradlater. When Stradlater returns from the date–on which he wore Holden’s jacket, the one Holden had to say he didn’t want Stradlater to wear so as to seem the opposite of attracted to his “broad shoulders”–Holden expresses his anxiety in a conflation of sexual desire and violence, getting in a physical altercation with Stradlater that ends with Stradlater pinning him down by sitting on his chest. The male fistfight/wrestling match as stand-in/substitute for the sex you want but can’t have.

This desire-displacement situation with Stradlater and Jane reminded me of Charlie’s performance of desire for Sandra Cross in Rage, manifest in clothes again via an oft-referenced peek Charlie got at her “white underpants,” and which culminates in the moment Charlie is motivated to shoot Ted when Sandra reveals she had sex with him. Charlie narrates this sequence to read as though his motivation to shoot Ted is a product/evidence of his heteronormative desire for Sandra, when really it’s more likely for nonheteronormative desire for Ted, the boy he thinks looks “very fine.”

As if to highlight that the houndstooth jacket of Holden’s that Stradlater wears on his date with Jane came out of Holden’s closet, Holden randomly fetches something that requires him to return to it while Stradlater is gone:

The second I opened the closet door, Stradlater’s tennis racket–in its wooden press and all–fell right on my head. 

The one railing against phonies is the one most likely to be a phony (the real reason Holden is obsessed with phoniness is because he feels he can’t be who he really is–i.e., GAY), and Holden has pretty much told us outright he is one:

I’m the most terrific liar you ever saw in your life. 

And it stands the “most terrific liar” would be the one capable of lying even to himself… He also pretty clearly demonstrates his own phoniness in (at least) one instance when he calls up a former classmate to see if he’ll meet for a drink:

I think he was pretty surprised to hear from me. I once called him a fat-assed phony. 

If Holden thinks this guy’s a phony, he’d have to be some kind of phony himself to be calling him up to meet with him. During this particular meeting Holden continues to demonstrate his own phoniness/unreliability when he acts like he has a “sex life” when we know he has none to speak of, since he’s told the reader by this point that “[i]f you want to know the truth, I’m a virgin. I really am.” He didn’t tell us this for awhile though, not until after he’s agreed to have the prostitute sent up to his hotel room. Before his admission, he called out some other guy for being a virgin in a way that implied he himself was not a virgin:

He was a virgin if ever I saw one. I doubt if he ever even gave anybody a feel. 

Holden’s explanation for why he’s still a virgin reveals how his malaise is largely wrapped up in specifically sexual anxiety and how queer-shaming is connected to rape culture in creating that standard of toxic masculinity that drives men to violate women as a means of proving their masculinity:

The thing is, most of the time when you’re coming pretty close to doing it with a girl–a girl that isn’t a prostitute or anything, I mean–she keeps telling you to stop. The trouble with me is, I stop. Most guys don’t. I can’t help it. You never know whether they really want you to stop, or whether they’re just scared as hell, or whether they’re just telling you to stop so that if you do go through with it, the blame’ll be on you, not them. 

Men, always trying to find a loophole in “No means no”…

Presidential testimony.

Another terrifyingly misogynist sequence, one that’s connected to movies, is when Holden talks to three women at a bar whom he refers to as “dopes”:

The two ugly ones’ names were Marty and Laverne. … I tried to get them in a little intelligent conversation, but it was practically impossible. You had to twist their arms. You could hardly tell which was the stupidest of the three of them. And the whole three of them kept looking all around the goddam room, like as if they expected a flock of goddam movie stars to come in any minute. They probably thought movie stars always hung out in the Lavender Room when they came to New York, instead of the Stork Club or El Morocco and all. 

Holden seems to hate women due to his own lack of desire to do anything more with them than have “intelligent conversation”…

So now he wants to just get this goddam virginity lost already with a prostitute. Before she gets to his room, he sees some other hotel patrons out the window:

I saw one guy, a gray-haired, very distinguished-looking guy with only his shorts on, do something you wouldn’t believe me if I told you. First he put his suitcase on the bed. Then he took out all these women’s clothes, and put them on. Real women’s clothes–silk stockings, high-heeled shoes, brassiere, and one of those corsets with the straps hanging down and all. Then he put on this very tight black evening dress. I swear to God. Then he started walking up and down the room, taking these very small steps, the way a woman does, and smoking a cigarette and looking at himself in the mirror. He was all alone, too.

That this guy is “gray-haired” is a pretty significant link to Holden, who mentions his own premature gray hair several times. The suitcase is also an important object popping up throughout the novel as well, further reinforcing that this guy is a version of Holden, revealing what Holden’s concealing in his psychological suitcase. The use of clothes here reveals their transformative potential and how they’re an expression/performance of both gender and sexuality. Holden’s performance of shock at this sight is reinforced as being specifically for the reader: “you wouldn’t believe me if I told you.” But the man is “looking at himself in the mirror” because by looking at this man, Holden is essentially looking at himself in a mirror. And what does he see? That the man is “all alone, too.” Here’s a potential key to his malaise: to be this way, which would be his true, non-phony self, will lead to him being alone.

So then the time comes to do it with the prostitute–who seems to emphasize that this is what time it is by asking him three times if “‘ya got a watch on ya,'” and as signified, of course, by a removal of clothing…

…and then she stood up and pulled her dress over her head. 

I certainly felt peculiar when she did that. I mean she did it so sudden and all. I know you’re supposed to feel pretty sexy when somebody gets up and pulls their dress over their head, but I didn’t. Sexy was about the last thing I was feeling. I felt much more depressed than sexy. 

Why does he feel this way? The surface, performative, unreliable narration is geared to have us believe that it has something to do with her only attribute he’s noted up to this point–she’s about his age, i.e., young to be in this line of work. And perhaps there’s some hint that the element of monetary exchange is tainting the transaction, rendering it, as he would say, “phony.” He immediately offers an excuse for why he feels “peculiar”–because she took the dress off so suddenly.

He repeats for the reader that he feels “peculiar,” then tries to stall by making conversation, asking, among other things, where she’s from–“‘Hollywood'”–before he makes up a ridiculous lie (so phony!) about being unable to go through with it because he’s just had an operation. She eventually leaves but returns with her pimp, Maurice, who also ends up disrobing in Holden’s room:

Old Maurice unbuttoned his whole uniform coat. All he had on underneath was a phony shirt collar, but no shirt or anything. He had a big fat hairy stomach. 

Of course, the male disrobing is depicted as grotesque and here signifies a threat of violence, reflecting Holden’s general disgust with the idea of male disrobing, a stand-in for gay sex–or rather, disgust with his own interest in the idea–and thus his horror of and resistance to his interest driving him to depression. Maurice continues to conflate sex and violence:

Then what he did, he snapped his finger very hard on my pajamas. I won’t tell you where he snapped it, but it hurt like hell. 

After Maurice and Sunny the prostitute leave, Holden acts out one of his I’ve-been-shot fantasies, including Jane in it as a way to perform his heterosexuality to both himself and the reader, and then he specifically identifies movies as the fantasy’s source:

I pictured her holding a cigarette for me to smoke while I was bleeding and all. 

The goddam movies. They can ruin you. I’m not kidding. 

This explicit link between the movies and his fantasies, referred to elsewhere by him as “horsing around,” potentially illuminates something Holden thinks about his virginity:

Half the time, if you really want to know the truth, when I’m horsing around with a girl, I have a helluva lot of trouble just finding what I’m looking for, for God’s sake, if you know what I mean. 

Seems like he means he’s looking for something a girl doesn’t have… The phrase “horsing around” here is a lingual link between the movie fantasies and sex, reinforcing the inextricable link between these things in Holden’s psyche.

Literature has also apparently influenced Holden on the old sex front, as he describes a book he once read by way of explanation for why he feels the need to practice with a prostitute:

I read this book once, at the Whooton School, that had this very sophisticated, suave, sexy guy in it. Monsieur Blanchard was his name, I can still remember. It was a lousy book, but this Blanchard guy was pretty good. …. He was a real rake and all, but he knocked women out. He said, in this one part, that a woman’s body is like a violin and all, and that it takes a terrific musician to play it right. It was a very corny book–I realize that–but I couldn’t get that violin stuff out of my mind anyway. 

It’s probably important that Holden emphasizes this book is “corny,” i.e., basically on par with the terrible movie he describes and only “literature” in the literal sense of being a book–the ideas about sex/masculinity it’s conferring are equally unrealistic/toxic, and to Holden, equally influential. At a bar, he happens to note:

If I were a piano player, I’d play it in the goddam closet. 

If the female body has been figured as a violin, then it stands to reason the male body would be a different instrument, like possibly a piano…

Holden’s eye for clothes could definitely read as attuned in a Queer Eye/Tim Gunn gay fashion guru sort of way…

Fashion feedback on Project Runway.

This is something else Charlie has in common with Holden…

I reached into my back pocket and brought out my red bandanna. I had bought it at the Ben Franklin five-and-dime downtown, and a couple of times had worn it to school knotted around my neck, very continental, but I had gotten tired of the effect and put it to work as a snot rag. Bourgeois to the core, that’s me.

This is a passage from Rage, but it bore such a strong resemblance to Holden’s red hunting hat that I went back looking for this “continental” description in Catcher.

Holden further demonstrates his queer eye for clothes by ogling some of his sister’s when he sneaks home:

Old Phoebe’s clothes were on this chair right next to the bed. …. She had the jacket to this tan suit my mother bought her in Canada hung up on the back of the chair. Then her blouse and stuff were on the seat. Her shoes and socks were on the floor, right underneath the chair, right next to each other. I never saw the shoes before. They were new. They were these dark brown loafers, sort of like this pair I have, and they went swell with that suit my mother bought her in Canada. My mother dresses her nice. She really does. My mother has terrific taste in some things. She’s no good at buying ice skates or anything like that, but clothes, she’s perfect. 

While Holden’s home, his parents return from a party, and he has to hide in the closet. But don’t worry, because:

Then I came out of the closet. 

His next move is to go stay with a former teacher, Mr. Antolini, “a pretty young guy” whom he notes is married to a woman who’s “about sixty years older” than him and “lousy with dough.” He also notes that Mr. Antolini tried to stop Holden’s brother D.B. from going out to Hollywood because he thought D.B. was too good a writer for it. Holden endures some drunken lecturing from Antolini and gets to sleep on the couch…

Then something happened. I don’t even like to talk about it. 

I woke up all of a sudden. I don’t know what time it was or anything, but I woke up. I felt something on my head, some guy’s hand. Boy, it really scared hell out of me. What it was, it was Mr. Antolini’s hand. What he was doing was, he was sitting on the floor right next to the couch, in the dark and all, and he was sort of petting me or patting me on the goddam head. Boy, I’ll bet I jumped about a thousand feet. 

Mr. Antolini tries to act like he wasn’t doing anything untoward, but Holden stammers lame excuses and flees:

Boy, I was shaking like a madman. I was sweating, too. When something perverty like that happens, I start sweating like a bastard. That kind of stuff’s happened to me about twenty times since I was a kid. I can’t stand it. 

It’s unclear here if by “something perverty” Holden means other guys in general or older men making passes at him… But he seems a bit overly insistent that he “can’t stand it.”

The other context in which homosexuality comes up explicitly is when Holden is waiting at a bar for his old classmate Luce, the one he once called a “fat assed phony”:

The other end of the bar was full of flits. They weren’t too flitty-looking–I mean they didn’t have their hair too long or anything–but you could tell they were flits anyway. 

Takes one to know one… That long hair is apparently associated with “flittiness” probably explains why Holden wears his hair in a crew cut.

Holden called Luce a phony yet seems to consider him a genuine expert on sexual matters, including one that Holden might have a certain preoccupation with:

He knew quite a bit about sex, especially perverts and all. He was always telling us about a lot of creepy guys that go around having affairs with sheep, and guys that go around with girls’ pants sewed in the lining of their hats and all. And flits and Lesbians. Old Luce knew who every flit and Lesbian in the United States was. All you had to do was mention somebody–anybody–and old Luce’d tell you if he was a flit or not. Sometimes it was hard to believe, the people he said were flits and Lesbians and all, movie actors and like that. 

Some intersection of queerness and Hollywood at the end there…Holden probably would like to think that the very people whose performances of heterosexual domesticity and masculinity are responsible for his own performances of the same might be more akin to what he is in real life…

Holden goes on a bit more about how Luce scared him into thinking he might be a flit before assessing Luce as “sort of flitty himself, in a way.” If Luce is a genuine sexpert as far as Holden thinks, then perhaps this potential flittiness is part of why Holden thinks Luce is a phony. But Luce is really just another version of a mirror Holden is looking at…

An analysis of Holden’s exchanges with Sally, his old sort-of girlfriend, would add further textual evidence for Holden’s queerness, but I’ll limit to one observation he makes while he’s out on his date with her:

On my right there was this very Joe Yale-looking guy, in a gray flannel suit and one of those flitty-looking Tattersall vests. All those Ivy League bastards look alike. My father wants me to go to Yale, or maybe Princeton, but I swear, I wouldn’t go to one of those Ivy League colleges, if I was dying, for God’s sake. Anyway, this Joe Yale-looking guy had a terrific-looking girl with him. Boy, she was good-looking. 

Funny that his expression about a girl’s attractiveness is framed with “Boy”… Here we again witness Holden’s consciousness of clothes, more specifically his awareness of how clothes have the potential to make you look “flitty” (and by implication, not flitty). By associating the “flitty-looking” clothes with the Ivy Leagues and then vehemently disavowing the Ivy Leagues–representative here of his parents’ desires for his future–he’s symbolically attempting to disavow his own flittiness, hence there’s probably a direct correlation between his repressed sexuality and his repeatedly flunking out of school. His disavowal is then reinforced by his immediately claiming to find a girl “good-looking” after claiming that all guys to him, or Ivy League ones anyway, look alike. But he’s still using an abstract descriptor for the female, like Charlie, while he in fact saw something more concrete about the dude in observing his vest.

Both Holden and Charlie express a desire for authenticity in response to the repression of the establishment of polite, cultured society, and yet through the performance of masculinity in their unreliable narration, both fail to live up to their own standard, specifically through the failure to confront their own queerness. Their compulsions to perform straightness are linked to the performance of unrealistic fantasies they’ve witnessed in the movies. They’ve been molded by the movies that manifest the larger culture’s homophobia and misogyny, internalizing standards they can’t live up to, and so they both end up in institutions, isolated ostracized from society.

Pretty cheerful stuff…

Drill, Baby, Drill

Post-Covid, in an increasingly online world, maybe there will be fewer opportunities for school shootings, but up to this point, as someone who teaches both at a college and at a high school, their possibility is something that was always in the back of my mind (kind of like the possibility of getting covid is now…).

I was in the eighth grade when Columbine happened, and even though school shootings obviously became increasingly prevalent afterward, my high school had no protocol was in place for the occurrence. So I was a little caught off guard when the siren started blasting at the high school where I teach part-time now, and a voice over the intercom announced we were having a school-shooter drill. The students had to tell me what to do, since no one else had. Lock the door, turn out the lights, close the windows, hunker by the base of a wall, be quiet. But the door required a key to lock, which as a part-time “consultant,” I did not have. Fortunately, the teacher next door somehow realized this and came over to lock it–fortunate because someone did come around to test the knob and check the windows, and I didn’t want to look like a total ass.

The students were dead silent during the drill–a noticeable anomaly–and always have been in the ones we’ve done since. They’re creative-writing students at an arts school, and you can almost hear everyone’s brains humming as we hunch in the dark, summoning the tension and drama of a real shooter stalking the halls. (Or maybe that’s just me imagining it.) Yet I still always think this is the last school that would have such a shooter. I think this because the kids are allowed to be who they are, the art school’s expressive ethos the antithesis of the average repressive American high school’s. They don’t even have sports teams! It’s pretty much in every way the polar opposite of my Catholic high school, repression personified, any frustration at such played out on a field or court with clearly demarcated lines (though not without some violence). But then of course I have to mentally knock on wood, because even if I had at times–absurdly I know–thought of the school as the happiest place on earth when I walked in to snatches of live violin music or the heavy bass of dance music thumping down the main black-and-white-checkered hall where Beyoncé herself had once walked as a student, you still never knew.

Then I went to a training for the college that made imagining a shooter stalking the hallways outside my classroom a little more possible than I would have liked. In February of 2018, the day before the Parkland school shooting, an email went out from UH’s emergency alert system that there was a report of a person with a weapon on campus who was considered dangerous. The email said they would send out more information when it was available, but I can’t find any such email in my inbox now. I remember the weapon turned out to have been misidentified and was a tape dispenser or a dispenser of some sort.

Probably Parkland compounded this incident to motivate the university’s police department to offer emergency-response trainings. Thus it was that under the pretext of a lesson I did not retain, a campus officer played a group of English Department teachers a recording of a 911 call that the Columbine High School librarian made while the shooters were outside in the hall. I had read the journalist Dave Cullen’s book Columbine years before, and I recalled, with mounting dread, that most of the carnage had taken place in the library.

The officer had not given much, if any, warning before playing this recording. I could hear sniffles around me as the librarian on the line with the operator said the shooter was right outside the door, screamed at the kids in the library to stay on the floor, and the gunshots began going off. The recording ends with the librarian whispering that the shooter is in the library.

The idea of dying to protect our students was probably broached in this training. It’s occurred to me, self-servingly, that many of my students would probably be more willing and able defenders than myself, either with guns themselves–concealed carry is allowed on campus–and/or with military experience likely including more specific training in disarming assailants than listening to 911 calls of teachers trying to keep their students calm before shooters come in shooting to kill. I don’t get hazard pay.

The fact that I have to think about any of this both is and is not ridiculous.

One of the few pieces of practical advice from the training was to assess your classroom for possible escape routes, like using a desk to break a window to get out. That semester one of my classes was in a windowless basement classroom, so I’d be stuck with another practical piece of advice–tying a belt around the doorknob to hold it closed with more leverage (teachers can’t lock classroom doors from the inside in most campus buildings). One day I showed up and a lot more students than usual were absent. I asked what was up and was told that someone had posted some kind of threat on social media about a possible shooting. Unsettling, but no official university alert had gone out, so I did what I pretty much always do when in doubt–continue with class.

I had a belt on, after all.

Pop Culture Lessons

It’s well known among college composition teachers that there are a handful of topics comp students will gravitate toward if left to their own devices: legalizing marijuana (it’s still illegal in Texas), abortion, and gun control. I try to steer students away from the clichés associated with these topics by having them look at issues through the lens of pop culture texts. If they want to write about one of these topics, they have to write about a pop culture text’s treatment of the topic.

I use gun control as an example topic, not just talking about how pop culture texts treat it, but also how pop culture texts have influenced this country’s gun violence problem as much as gun-control legislation (or lack thereof). Of course the treatment and influence is related–the idea that pop culture texts both reflect and shape our world. And the intersection of pop culture and gun violence struck me (likely because I teach this so much) as a thematic element King/Bachman was exploring in Rage.

I lean heavily on the concept of “implications” in teaching students to analyze pop culture texts (which can then be applied to any text). An implication is defined as “the conclusion that can be drawn from something, although it is not explicitly stated.” We practice looking for implications with the statement:

He engages the safety without having to look at the revolver.

David Foster Wallace, Infinite Jest (1996)

If “He” doesn’t even have to look at the gun to know where the safety is, it stands to reason that he must be pretty familiar with this weapon. It also seems possible he might have recently thought he was in danger then decided he wasn’t, if he had the safety of his gun off and is now thinking it’s safe to put the safety on. Then there’s the fact that this passage is from a novel; one student pointed out that revolvers don’t have safeties. If that’s the case, you might conclude that the person who wrote this passage is not very familiar with guns–certainly not as familiar as they’re trying to imply their character is. But other students have claimed that some types of revolvers do have external safeties. I’m not a gun expert myself.

We practice looking for implications in a children’s book by Lemony Snicket, The Bad Mood and the Stick (2017). A male character, Lou, has fallen in a mud puddle goes into a dry cleaner’s and tells the woman who runs it, Mrs. Durham, that he’s going to take his pants off so she can clean them. Mrs. Durham replies, “‘You will do no such thing… This is a family place.'” But Lou’s already got his pants off before she’s finished saying this. The text offers that “you would think” this would cause Mrs. Durham to catch the contagious bad mood going around, “[b]ut it didn’t.” In fact the opposite: she takes one look at Lou in his underwear, and her mood improves!

A (horrifying) sequence from Lemony Snicket’s The Bad Mood and the Stick (2017).

Despite the fact that Mrs. Durham is referred to exclusively as “Mrs. Durham,” implying she is already married, she marries Lou at the end of the book. Entire destinies shifted into alignment, all thanks to a man taking off his pants without permission!

This book happens to have been published in October of 2017–the month the stories about Hollywood producer Harvey Weinstein’s serial sexual assaults broke–and struck me as a quintessential example of a problematic depiction of consent–or of a lack thereof. Technically, according to the way it’s written, Lou has taken off his pants before Mrs. Durham can even manage to explicitly tell him not to, so it’s not like he ignores her, more like he doesn’t even bother to hear what she has to say one way or the other, implying her response is irrelevant either way, implying consent is irrelevant. Nonetheless, Mrs. Durham is also basically shown saying a form of “no,” and instead of getting mad at Lou for doing what she’s said no to anyway, she’s shown to actually appreciate that he does it anyway, implying she was dumb to say “no” in the first place, implying that overriding a woman’s “no” will actually be for her own good as well as the man’s. The implications are shockingly reminiscent of Holden’s idea that girls might just be “telling you to stop so that if you do go through with it, the blame’ll be on you, not them.”

Looking at Snicket’s text again after reading Rage, it also seems another example of the problems with the “stick,” that phallic object that Teddy Roosevelt so long ago invoked not necessarily to inflict violence, but to, at the least, perform the possibility of violence as a means to gain/maintain power. The titular stick doesn’t appear in the aforementioned sequence, but throughout the text is the means through which the bad mood is transferred to different characters, and plot-wise is responsible for Lou ending up in Mrs. Durham’s dry cleaners. This whole dynamic between the bad mood and stick might seem to be sending an ethical message that good things can come from things that initially seem bad (like falling in a mud puddle leading you to meet your future spouse), so you shouldn’t get overly frustrated when bad things happen, but when you frame this in terms of a woman’s consent, it definitely becomes problematic as a means to justify a conception of no-means-yes (as the backlash over a comment that Sansa Stark made near the end of Game of Thrones might further indicate).

Before the Snicket book and #MeToo, I’d also been using some texts about Elliot Rodger and the 2014 Isla Vista killings to facilitate the discussion about the intersection of pop-culture texts and gun violence. Rodger’s father Peter works in Hollywood, is known for being “second unit director on The Hunger Games (2012),” and a controversial article by Washington Post film critic Ann Hornaday notes that Elliot Rodger seemed to be playing a version of a Hollywood villain in the Youtube videos he made explaining the motives for his massacre, or what he termed his “retribution.” Hornaday raises the possibility of a larger pop cultural influence on Rodger:

How many students watch outsized frat-boy fantasies like “Neighbors” and feel, as Rodger did, unjustly shut out of college life that should be full of “sex and fun and pleasure”? How many men, raised on a steady diet of Judd Apatow comedies in which the shlubby arrested adolescent always gets the girl, find that those happy endings constantly elude them and conclude, “It’s not fair”?

Movies may not reflect reality, but they powerfully condition what we desire, expect and feel we deserve from it.

Ann Hornaday, “In a final videotaped message, a sad reflection of the sexist stories we so often see on screen,” May 25, 2014.

Judd Apatow and Seth Rogen were not happy about this article, but don’t worry, Hornaday’s linking their movie to Rodger’s motives did not preclude a sequel (about a sorority instead of a fraternity–progress!). Hornaday provides statistics showing that the overwhelming majority of Hollywood blockbusters–i.e., most of the visual texts mainstream society is exposed to–are made by white men. Meaning mainstream cultural attitudes are dictated by…(straight) white men. Aka Hollywood perpetuates the patriarchy.

One scene from Neighbors (2014) that I look at with my classes seems to offer possibly ethical implications while undermining that with unethical ones. In it, the vice president of the fraternity, Pete, tries to convince the president of the fraternity, Teddy, that it doesn’t really matter if they get their picture on the frat Wall of Fame, and claims that Teddy is really just prioritizing this ultimately meaningless goal because he’s afraid of facing his post-college future. This sounds ethical: a message that the future is really more important than the frat. But in this conversation, VP Pete also implies there’s a different reason the Wall-of-Fame goal is frivolous:

TEDDY: “Who cares?” Are you kidding me? You’re the VP, man. We have wanted this since we were freshmen.

PETE: Dude, that was four years ago, okay? We were fucking virgins. All right? We’re about to be, like, adults now. In two weeks, none of this is even gonna matter.

The Wall doesn’t matter because they’re going to graduate, but when Pete says “We were fucking virgins” (“fucking” presumably used a modifier instead of an active verb in this construction), he implies that the Wall doesn’t matter because they’ve already attained the true, most important goal: not being virgins.

The frat boy and his stick in Neighbors (2014).

And that goal seems to be the one that obsessed Elliot Rodger–not to mention Catcher‘s Holden Caulfield and Rage‘s Charlie Decker. While Rodger apparently felt isolated because of it, the rise of the rage-based Incel movement, which takes Rodger as its icon, would indicate he’s hardly alone. That the vehicle seems to be a common homicidal weapon among this disturbed consort, and that Rodger also stabbed some of his victims in addition to shooting them, would seem to support the idea that gun-control measures would be treating only a single symptom of a much more complicated disease. The pressure on the idea of not being a virgin is an implicitly heterosexual pressure (which implicitly shames queerness), one reinforced constantly in the popular movies I watched in high school: American Pie (1999) and American Pie 2 (2001), Van Wilder (2002), Old School (2003). Neighbors can be traced back to these, which can be traced back to Animal House (1978). But looking at Catcher, you can see that the preoccupation with losing your virginity as a marker of manhood goes back way further.

In October of 2017, the same month #MeToo started, a criminal incident email went out from the university police department that differed from the late-night car jackings and muggings whose suspects were always described in similarly generic terms. This one reported a sexual assault occurring around 6pm at “an on-campus outdoor social gathering” by the university’s football stadium, on the date of a football game, implying it happened at a tailgate. The suspect, described/identified as wearing a black polo with the university logo, came up behind a female student and reached under her dress.

The language of the email was, as it was in all of the police department’s reports of on-campus crimes, quite clinical, as though holding up these incidents at arm’s length like dirty diapers. Yet they’d inadvertently painted quite the picture in my mind. This suspect, presumably a student, had been in broad daylight in the middle of a crowd of people, which said to me that he likely presumed both the people surrounding him, and even the woman he was grabbing, would not have a problem with what he was doing. It seemed very possible this sense of invincibility was fueled by alcohol, but that would only have been exacerbating a pre-existing attitude. And even if I’m wrong and he was using the crowd of people as cover so the woman he was grabbing wouldn’t be able to identify him (which, if so, didn’t work), there’s still a clear sense of entitlement here.

But there was another part of the picture I hadn’t seen from the pieces in the email. When I brought it up in class as an example of why the issues in the pop-culture texts we’d been discussing were directly relevant to their lives and college experiences, one student who identified himself as a member of a fraternity mentioned that he could tell from the description in the email that the suspect was also a member of a fraternity–he could tell which fraternity (not his) from the clothing description, which in addition to the black university polo also mentioned the suspect was wearing “dark faded blue jeans.” My student informed us that each fraternity wore a specific colored school polo and jeans to tailgates, in order to distinguish themselves.

Guns,” the essay that King wrote explaining why he pulled Rage from publication, was published in response to the 2012 Sandy Hook shooting. King presents the viewer’s consumption of each mass shooting via the media as a kind of movie in which the same narrative formula cycles repeatedly with different variables, or victims. A pair of pop-culture texts that we rhetorically analyze in the comp classes was spurred by the same shooting. The visual text here of a PSA of celebrities tells viewers to “Demand a Plan” from their legislators in the wake of Sandy Hook, while the visual text here is directly responding to the first text by splicing it with clips from those same celebrities’ movies that seem to be glorifying gun violence. (Trigger warning–even if you think you’re used to cinematic depictions of gun violence, a collage of them can be a little intense.) The second text makes a pretty good point about the general hypocrisy of many celebrities; something else that irritates me about the PSA is that these celebrities are the ones who are actually have a platform to “demand a plan” from legislators; instead they bark at the faceless viewer from behind their black-and-white smokescreen of privilege: “You! Demand it!”

King has a whole section in the “Guns” essay dismembering the general argument that shootings are so prevalent in this country because of a “culture of violence” reflected in the movies:

The assertion that Americans love violence and bathe in it daily is a self-serving lie promulgated by fundamentalist religious types and America’s propaganda-savvy gun-pimps. It’s believed by people who don’t read novels, play video games, or go to many movies. People actually in touch with the culture understand that what Americans really want (besides knowing all about Princess Kate’s pregnancy) is The Lion King on Broadway, a foul-talking stuffed toy named Ted at the movies, Two and a Half Men on TV, Words with Friends on their iPads, and Fifty Shades of Grey on their Kindles. To claim that America’s “culture of violence” is responsible for school shootings is tantamount to cigarette company executives declaring that environmental pollution is the chief cause of lung cancer.

Okay, boomer…

King’s identification of that period’s most popular pop-culture texts implies–seemingly inadvertently–the dominance of a more patriarchal/misogynist culture. (His language in that first sentence–“gun-pimps,” also connects guns to sex in a manner similar to Rage‘s conflations.) The comp teacher in me also can’t help but point out that just because gun-violence-heavy movies didn’t dominate the box office during 2012–from which King concludes there’s a “clear message” that “Americans have very little interest in entertainment featuring gunplay”–might indicate that we’ve become inured to gun violence to the point that it won’t sell movies because it’s so common on the street/in schools, and also because movies have already done it to death. Focusing on box-office receipts in a single year undermines the mind-boggling scope of the presence of gun violence in popular movies, however “sanitized” in various versions. When Holden fantasizes about shooting and being shot gun violence and when Charlie imitates James Cagney being a classic/archetypal cinematic (aka glorified) gangster, their worldviews evidence the history of this presence and its influence alongside the long-running misogynist narratives that don’t feature explicit guns. That they don’t need to wield guns explicitly to dominate anymore is what should be disturbing: the patriarchy is reinforcing its own power implicitly, so you don’t even realize it’s happening.

At the conclusion of that passage, King seems to be implying that our lacking gun-control measures is the “chief cause” of our comparative situation, then goes on to enumerate several possible measures that he acknowledges are unlikely to ever come to pass that would help stem gun violence, pretty much shooting his own argument in the foot (sorry). While measures like his suggestions certainly would help if implemented, since they’re likely not going to be, we need to address what King has raised without actually addressing here–the dominance of the casually misogynistic pop-culture texts of the sort whose influence fringes the facade of Charlie Decker’s and Holden Caulfield’s faux-masculine narration, texts sending the sorts of messages Ann Hornaday highlighted that have been stoking angsty adolescent boys to rage since their inception. When you think about the fact that men like Harvey Weinstein produce so many of them, it shouldn’t be all that surprising…. At this point I don’t know if it’s less realistic to expect change on the gun-control front or the number of pop-culture texts that continue to express and perpetuate “white male rage.”

-SCR

Rage: The First Bachman Breakdown

Sex and violence
Hit me with a lover, burns so bright
And one is just the other

Scissor Sisters, “Sex and Violence

But I couldn’t talk about it. I’ve never been able to talk about it. Until now.

Richard Bachman. Rage. 1977.

As I mentioned in my initial post about Rage, it’s one of the earliest novels King ever wrote. And…it shows. The Freudian and Foucaultian themes raised here are disturbingly intriguing, but the vehicle by which they’re necessarily introduced–the literal and figurative execution of the plot–is generally clunky, ultimately provoking no meaningful emotions. The plot’s failure derives from a failure to develop the main character, first-person narrator Charlie Decker.

Rage feels like a more primitive, less interesting version of Carrie, and Charlie feels like a more primitive, less interesting version of Carrie–their names are even quite similar. In On Writing, King calls Carrie a “female version of Eric Harris and Dylan Klebold,” the Columbine shooters, a likeness that had definitely occurred to me. The primary logistical difference between the plots of Rage and Carrie is that Carrie uses telekinetic powers to enact violent vengeance rather than a gun (also Charlie never actually physically hurts his peers with his instrument of destruction like Carrie does; he only hurts–kills–teachers), making Rage‘s plot an entirely theoretically realistically plausible scenario while Carrie’s is supernatural. And yet Carrie is the one that feels more emotionally authentic, because of her character development, which enables the reader to not only understand her motivations but sympathize with them, that sympathy with who should be a potential villain part of the horror of the experience.

Charlie is more just annoying.

Articulating Teenagers

The book is reputed to have spurred on school shooters in a few cases, an issue that strikes me as a product of Charlie’s character development–specifically that he is characterized as a hero. Even if the development of his heroism is kind of cardboard, the fact remains. Charlie’s motivations for taking his algebra class hostage–and for murdering two teachers in order to do so–is apparently to deconstruct the veneer of civility constraining him and his peers by articulating the taboo, thus revealing the ways society has been holding them hostage, and thus freeing themselves from that societal hostage situation. I’d say Jack Torrance is presented as an antihero; Charlie Decker should be one in theory by virtue of his tactics, but is presented as a hero.

That Charlie’s peers are grateful for their hostage experience indicates that they are suffering from Stockholm syndrome, and some might try to argue that conveys that Charlie’s not actually a hero, but more villainous for convincing his hostages that he is one. But the book’s conclusion, giving us a sweeping look at the future after the day that takes up most of the timeline, goes beyond Stockholm syndrome and reinforces Charlie’s heroism, if with a sinister undertone.

A major but ultimately clunky effort on the part of the author to make Charlie relatable and sympathetic is Charlie’s weak stomach, referenced in the novel’s opening paragraph:

The morning I got it on was nice; a nice May morning. What made it nice was that I’d kept my breakfast down, and the squirrel I spotted in Algebra II.

This vulnerability is not a masculine trait, a detail that’s actually true and interesting–it’s not the confident macho types with the swagger of Clint Eastwood who are going to be driven to gun violence at school. It’s the ones who lack that who are going to be driven to it, driven to it specifically by that lack of masculinity as an attempted means of expressing that masculinity… but the stomach detail doesn’t ever feel developed to that end. And in general it’s not a bad tactic to have your character concurrently experiencing some type of relatable physical pain alongside a potentially more unrelatable emotional one, but the stomach references often feel like they were shoehorned in in a later draft.

The stomach pain is cited as a potential motivation for Charlie’s actions when he later explains why he started carrying a pipe wrench to school:

There was no one reason why I started carrying the pipe wrench to school.

Now, even after all of this, I can’t isolate the major cause. My stomach was hurting all the time, and I used to imagine people were trying to pick fights with me even when they weren’t.

Charlie says there’s not a cause that can be isolated, but we can’t exactly take what he says at face value. Over the course of the day during which the majority of the present action takes place, Charlie relays several anecdotes that are supposed to function by way of explanation for his present actions. The transition to the first of these further reveals the hand of a novice writer: when Charlie is called to the principal’s office, he happens to see a friend of his father’s there selling textbooks. This friend is sitting there only to serve as a trigger for Charlie to recall the camping trip he went on with his father and father’s friends during which he overheard his father say he’d give Charlie’s mother a “Cherokee nose job” if he caught her cheating on him. This trigger feels clunky because the friend ends up being of no consequence in the present plot, as he needs to be to justify his presence narratively in a way that doesn’t call attention to itself as solely a means to bring up the past…

This “Cherokee nose job” incident is located as an instance of formative trauma for Charlie–a trauma that is not enduring any physical violence himself, but rather hearing violence described by his father: the trauma’s vehicle is verbal. Another notable aspect of this trauma is its conflation of sex and violence, a conflation that will saturate the rest of the text. This so-called “nose job” is an act of violence enacted as vengeance for a sexual indiscretion, an act that is also supposed to replicate the sexual, as Charlie’s father explains:

“The idea was to put a [] right up on their faces so everyone in the tribe could see what part of them got them in trouble.”

This “idea” reflects another dichotomy that saturates the text: public versus private. The means by which the private becomes public is again specifically verbal–to publicize your secrets you have to say them out loud. This first anecdote from Charlie’s past is the only one that gets its own chapter that’s not relayed out loud to his hostages in Room 16. These verbal anecdotes are also somewhat clunkily transitioned to in how they’re usually prefaced with “I said:” as the ending of a chapter, with the next chapter presenting the anecdote in prose rather than dialog but understood to be spoken to the class (except for the first one).

So for these anecdotes we get, in this order:

-9 year-old Charlie on camping trip learning of Cherokee nose job
-Charlie’s parents getting together and 4 yo Charlie breaking storm windows
-12 yo Charlie getting beaten up for wearing a suit to Carol Granger’s birthday party
-17 yo Charlie unable to get it up during visit to University of Maine
-17 yo Charlie assaulting chemistry teacher with pipe wrench at school and subsequent fight with his father

That the second anecdote is the only one out of order chronologically would seem to reinforce the importance of starting with the Cherokee nose job, a specific conflation of sex and violence, since the storm window scene–the first chronologically–isn’t about sex directly, though there is a bit of a weird potentially sexualized description:

I stuffed stones into the front pockets until it must have looked like I was carrying ostrich eggs.

This anecdote invokes a motif of breaking windows, which seems related to the themes of rendering the private public by articulating the taboo–a figurative breaking of (transparent?) boundaries. Charlie’s probing–or breaking–the veneer of civil society by giving voice to that which it silences is thus deemed an inherently/necessarily violent act–but not a villainous one.

Clothes Cover and Carry Character

Three of Charlie’s anecdotes invoke clothes, which constitute another type of boundary. Clothes as related to the writing craft also come up in King’s memoir On Writing when he discusses the genesis of Carrie and two specific outcast girls he went to high school with whom he called upon when summoning her, including one he calls “Dodie”:

Her parents were interested in only one thing, and that was entering contests. They were good at them, too; they had won all sorts of odd stuff, including a year’s supply of Three Diamonds Brand Fancy Tuna and Jack Benny’s Maxwell automobile. …

Whatever the Franklins might have won, a supply of clothes for growing teenagers wasn’t part of the haul. Dodie and her brother Bill wore the same stuff every day for the first year and a half of high school: black pants and a shortsleeved checked sport shirt for him, a long black skirt, gray knee-socks, and a sleeveless white blouse for her.

The contest detail I don’t think made it into Carrie but did make it into Rage, characterizing not Charlie but one of his hostages, a boy nicknamed “Pig Pen” because he’s too poor to wear clean clothes to school. After going into quite a bit of detail about Dodie’s clothes in an anecdote whose plot pivots around them, later in the memoir, King says:

I’m not particularly keen on writing which exhaustively describes the physical characteristics of the people in the story and what they’re wearing (I find wardrobe inventory particularly irritating; if I want to read descriptions of clothes, I can always get a J. Crew catalogue).

It’s a fair warning against getting too detailed when you’re writing any description, but his offhanded aside about “wardrobe inventory” belies how much attention he does pay to clothes as a writer–not in the type of tedious detail he’s berating here, but in what they indicate about the person wearing them, as when Pip Pen’s mother makes an appearance in the crowd outside the window, “her slip hanging a quarter of an inch below the hem of her dress.” (Not to mention that clothes also become pretty important for Carrie’s character in the form of the lurid red prom dress she sews for herself.) And in Rage, King/Bachman reveals an interest in clothes as an inherently sexual element and/or a marker of sexual boundaries.

The incident when Charlie is 12 happens because of his clothes: after repeatedly mocking him for how “wonderful” he looks, Dicky Cable beats him up for wearing a corduroy suit (which his mother forced him to) to Carol Granger’s birthday party when no one else is dressed up. This incident is especially important since it comes up when Charlie later assaults his chemistry teacher:

When I did it wrong for the third time [the teacher] said, “Well, that’s just woonderful, Charlie. Woooonderful.” He sounded just like Dicky Cable. He sounded so much like him that I turned around fast to look. He sounded so much like him that I reached for my back pocket where that pipe wrench was tucked away, before I even thought. My stomach was all drawn up tight, and I thought I was just going to lean down and blow my cookies all over the floor.

Again we see King leaning on the stomach thing to make Charlie sympathetic in this situation, though to me it just feels tacked on. That we’re able to clearly connect the trigger–a verbal trigger, note–to a former childhood trauma also didn’t work for me as a means to making Charlie sympathetic here. Probably because his getting beaten up by Dicky, while having the potential to be traumatic, just felt sort of random. Dicky doesn’t beat Charlie up for anything personal or actually character-based, but for something he was forced to do by his mother, which seems designed to make him a victim and thereby evoke sympathy, but doesn’t.

The assault on his teacher is also specifically enabled because of clothes: Charlie mentions he’s able to bring the pipe wrench to school in his pants thanks to the big bulky sweaters from an aunt that cover his back pockets. And the other anecdote from when he’s 17–when he can’t get it up at the college party–involves clothes in the form of Charlie repeatedly looking up a girl’s dress; her noticing this–“‘You’ve been looking up my dress all night. What does that mean?'”–is the impetus for her to invite him to have sex with her. But by the time she’s ready, everything on Charlie’s end has “collapsed into noodledom.” Impotence that’s probably connected to the violence he then enacts with a reliably solid pipe wrench–a “stick” of some importance.

Stick It

Charlie wields power through his gun, but after he kills the second teacher early on, he doesn’t shoot anyone else. He wields his power verbally, and one scene that shows him enacting his mission of articulating the taboo–of getting people to say what they aren’t supposed to–is an exchange he has over the intercom with the counselor Mr. Grace in which he threatens to kill someone if Mr. Grace asks another question. Charlie interrogates Mr. Grace until he eventually trips him up and makes him ask a question–he gets Mr. Grace to say what he wasn’t supposed to. This is another instance of something that should work in theory in terms of plot helping thematic development, but doesn’t help much in practice. Charlie’s mission is hardly made sympathetic when he sounds like a five-year-old trying–successfully–to annoy his parents.

Yet Charlie’s hostages seem to appreciate his efforts to verbally expose the fraudulence of their authority figures, and through these efforts and the exchange of anecdotes they get their Stockholm syndrome. The exchange of anecdotes also illuminates what exactly that nearly titular phrase is supposed to mean:

So I said, “We haven’t finished getting it on down here yet.”

“What does that mean?”

“It means stick it,” I said.

The use of the word “stick” is important to Charlie’s characterization and to that of his nemesis, Ted Jones. Ted is the only one of Charlie’s hostages in Room 16 who considers himself a hostage and who is unwilling to “get it on” by articulating the taboo–as reinforced by his yelling at his fellow hostages and Charlie to “Shut up!” repeatedly. Charlie does needle Ted into some shameful admissions at one point, but Ted makes a point of retracting them later, and Ted’s unwillingness to participate in this articulation leads to the climax of the class attacking Ted, literally and figuratively stripping him. And the resolution: Charlie and Ted both end up in institutions. Charlie is functioning–this institution is where he’s been telling the story from, the ending reveals, so we see he is still in control of his verbal faculties–but Ted’s prognosis is that he won’t recover.

The resolution complicates the climax. King could theoretically be depicting the classmates’ turning on Ted instead of Charlie as horrific, a sort of brainwashing rendered by Charlie the villainous brainwasher, showing how a herd is best dominated/governed by language and emotional appeals rather than overt violence. Ted’s hopeless prognosis, I suppose, could be part of the horror of that depiction, but at the end it feels more like Ted can’t keep his shit together anymore specifically because of his unwillingness to reveal himself authentically via words. Then Charlie reveals to the reader that he has a secret again–the staff thinks he likes custard when he doesn’t–and “having a secret makes me feel better. Like a human being again.” But Ted is unable to even speak anymore, an apparently just punishment for his refusal to speak in the classroom that renders Ted a villain.

Ted’s been pretty clearly established as the villain long before this via his characterization as an “establishment type.” At one point we get:

[Ted’s] eyes were so clear and so straight, so frighteningly purposeful-they were politician’s eyes.

Politician = bad in this figuration, the antithesis of Charlie’s mission of using words (and bullets) to penetrate the polite veneer of society–politicians use words to construct these false edifices. And Ted, via his father, is in line to benefit from the maintenance of these edifices.

But in the first description we get of Ted, Charlie actually says he admires him. In this passage we also get a mini “wardrobe inventory” among some other relevant details:

Ted Jones … was a tall boy wearing wash-faded Levi’s and an army shirt with flap pockets. He looked very fine. I had always admired Ted, although he was never part of the circle I traveled in. He drove last year’s Mustang, which his father had given him, and didn’t get any parking tickets, either. He combed his hair in an out-of-fashion DA, and I bet his was the face that Irma Bates called up in her mind when she sneaked a cucumber out of the refrigerator in the wee hours of the night. With an all-American name like Ted Jones he couldn’t very well miss, either. His father was vice-president of the Placerville Bank and Trust.

Quite a bit going on here… Charlie’s initial admiration of the figure who becomes his nemesis might indicate that his little rampage is a response to his rejection from Ted’s circle, the circle we’re shown generally runs things, as reinforced by Sandra Cross’s anecdote about her date with Ted and how he took her to a bar where he “knew the man who runs it.” But Charlie’s not really shown to have been consistently ostracized, with his getting beaten up an isolated incident because of the suit. He also has a good friend, Joe McKennedy, a relationship I’ll come back to next time. Point for now is that there’s no developed reason Charlie should be an anti-establishment hero.

That Charlie’s teacher-murdering and hostage-taking are supposed to be heroic efforts to pierce the restrictive edifices of society erected (so to speak) by the likes of Ted Joneses (as in “keeping up with the Joneses”?) is complicated by his own invocation of a political philosophy–the “stick”:

Bright kids are like TV dinners. That’s all right. I don’t carry a big stick on that particular subject. Smart girls are just sort of dull.

I certainly learned the lesson about how you could get anyone’s number with a big enough stick. My father picked up the hardhead take, presumably planning to trepan my skull with it, but when I picked up the hatchet, he put it back.

I never saw that pipe wrench again, but what the fuck. I didn’t need that anymore, because that stick wasn’t big enough. I’d known about the pistol in my father’s desk for ten years. Near the end of April I started to carry it to school.

These two passages most directly invoke the origin of the “stick” phrase in President Theodore Roosevelt’s foreign policy framework originating from the quote “Speak softly and carry a big stick; you will go far,” which is apparently, and ironically, a West African proverb…and also publicly declared only days before the President Teddy was VP to was shot and vacated the Presidency for him, enabling him to carry out his grand vision of performing military prowess.

At its core the stick policy is one that depends on violence, or perhaps more accurately, the raising of the possibility of violence. Its proverb wording also pairs this threat of violence with the verbal–“speak softly.” In Rage the word “stick” is, unsurprisingly, also employed in a more explicitly sexual, but still violent, mode:

“I wish I had your stick, Charlie. If I had your stick, I think I’d kill her myself.”

And since “sticks” are now means to enforce power and Charlie figures his father’s pistol as a bigger stick than the pipe wrench, guns are now sticks, and guns are substituted for the penis in several passages, aka further (verbal) conflations of sex and violence:

A hooknosed junior named LaFollet St. Armand began squiring her about, and then knocked her up higher than a kite. LaFollet joined the Marines, where they presumably taught him the difference between his rifle and his gun–which was for shooting and which was for fun.

But by the time she put her hand on my shoulder, I had lost my erection. Wyatt Earp striding into the OK Corral with no sixgun.

Charlie’s formulations of the effectiveness of the big stick, rather than making him a villain by way of likening him to a politician, seem to implicate the larger network of violence Charlie and the country necessarily exist within in a way that potentially makes Charlie the victim and thereby lets Charlie off the hook for his own actions–which he essentially is at the end when he’s sent to an institution instead of prison. But by Charlie’s own logic in having applied the “politician” label to Ted, Charlie himself should be the asshole…

The stick and the clothes motifs intersect in the sub-climactic fight Charlie gets in with his father, which culminates with them threatening each other with the big sticks of everyday garage tools, a rake and a hatchet, in a classic Kingian figuration of the violence latent in the domestic. This fight essentially performs Roosevelt’s policy in culminating in the mere threat of the sticks’ use rather than their actual use… but before that in this scene, violence is enacted, most forcibly when Charlie’s father strikes Charlie in the cheek with his belt. Which is interesting because the belt is not a “stick” but a more…flaccid weapon, and in this case, ironically more successful in inflicting violence. The removal of a belt in general, which Charlie’s father has to do to hit him with it, is also implicitly sexual, marking this moment as a kind of symbolic culmination of Charlie’s conflations of sex and violence being rooted in his own sexual feelings for both of his parents.

In keeping with articulating the taboo, Charlie explicitly addresses these Freudian feelings by noting some dreams he’s had:

I’d been having some goddamn funny dreams, and it scared me, because quite a few of them were wet dreams, and they weren’t the kind that you’re supposed to wake up after with a wet sheet. There was one where I was walking through the basement of an old castle that looked like something out of an old Universal Pictures movie. There was a coffin with the top up, and when I looked inside I saw my father with his hands crossed on his chest. He was neatly decked out–pun intended, I guess–in his dress Navy uniform, and there was a stake driven into his crotch. He opened his eyes and smiled at me. His teeth were fangs. In another one my mother was giving me an enema and I was begging her to hurry because Joe was outside waiting for me. Only, Joe was there, looking over her shoulder, and he had his hands on her breasts while she worked the little red rubber bulb that was pumping soapsuds into my ass.

Quite a bit going on here as well…clothes/father/sex/violence all accounted for. Also a stick in the form of the stake in is father’s crotch. We can see, among other things, how Charlie’s father’s clothes, his Navy uniform, reflect a rigid worldview predicated on rule-following (Ted is also linked to Charlie’s father through his wearing an “army shirt” and Charlie explicitly thinking at one point that Ted could have been his father). And another influence/scapegoat is also invoked here: movies. I guess all of this is supposed to make us feel sorry for him?

The Africanist Presence: Pat Fitzgerald

Since verbal exchange is the means through which Charlie’s hostages/classmates get Stockholm syndrome, we hear from quite a few of the students in the class, though for the sake of narrative simplicity, not from nearly all of the twenty-four we’re told are in Room 16. One student who says nothing substantive but is referenced a few times as window dressing to remind us of the larger cast of the class is Pat Fitzgerald.

Pat Fitzgerald is first mentioned right after another student dismisses the guidance counselor Mr. Grace because “[a]ll he did was look up my dress and try to get me to talk about my sex life”–two traits that by this point have been explicitly attributed to Charlie–and Pat replies “‘Not that you’ve had any,'” getting a laugh. In this and a couple of other instances, the treatment of Pat as window dressing at least seems to include him as an equal in the class’s participation (minus Ted) in Charlie’s taboo articulations.

But the second time Pat Fitzgerald is referenced–the time his Blackness is overtly identified–goes beyond that. It’s when Charlie is verbally (and obnoxiously) sparring with Mr. Grace over the intercom:

“How does Ah do it?” I bawled. “Ah already tole dat dere Mr. Denber how sorry Ah is for hittin’ dat l’il girl wit dat Loosyville Sluggah. Ali wants mah poor paid shrunk! Ali wants mah soul saved an’ made white as snow! How does Ah do it, Rev’rund?”

Pat Fitzgerald, who was nearly as black as the ace of spades, laughed and shook his head.

Um, just no. If this black student in a room full of white students is laughing, it would not be because he thinks Charlie’s racist antics are actually funny. Of course, there’s no acknowledgment of that; rather, this seems to be another moment that’s supposed to show Charlie’s classmates appreciating his open defiance of traditional authorities and his thereby becoming heroic to them. But Charlie is implicitly likening his position in relation to the power structures around him as that of a slave, which I guess wasn’t obvious back in the 70s and still isn’t even obvious now, is an inherently problematic thing for a white man to do.

Sometimes in his capacity as window dressing Pat Fitzgerald just sticks out his tongue or chews his fingernails, but then there’s this:

Pat Fitzgerald’s brown hands worked on his paper plane like the sad, moving fingers of death itself.

Here it seems to be the brownness of Pat Fitzgerald’s hands specifically that is calling up the specter of death, hardly a positive association with a trait that here is inherently racialized.

Pat Fitzgerald’s final contribution, during the class’s climactic collective attack on Ted, is also race-based:

“Soul brother?” Pat Fitzgerald asked. He was smiling, whacking Ted’s bare shoulders lightly with a notebook in cadence. “Be my soul brother? That right? Little Head Start? Little free lunch? That right? Hum? Hum? Brothers? Be soul brothers?”

Here Pat Fitzgerald seems to be engaging in some verbal play of his own, sarcastically inviting Ted to be his equal in and on specifically African-American terms while emphasizing the impossibility of the premise via references to government programs that are supposed to address but mainly exacerbate systemic racism. Which might be the closest Pat Fitzgerald comes to having some type of redemptive agency and the text demonstrating some awareness of systemic racism as part of the polite society Charlie is railing against. Or might be King/Bachman invoking some vague references they associate with Blackness in a way that’s just perpetuating stereotypes…

The references to Carol Granger’s valedictorian speech might shed light on how to interpret the text’s racial consciousness:

Carol Granger raised her hand timidly. … She was smart, smart as a whip. Class president, and a cinch to speak a piece as valedictorian in June “Our Responsibilities to the Black Race” or maybe “Hopes for the Future. ” She was already signed up for one of those big-league women’s colleges where people always wonder how many virgins there are. But I didn’t hold it against her.

Except, he does hold it against her… he refers to her speech again in similar terms:

All I know for sure is that Carol was looking at him defiantly, not like a demure valedictorian-to-be due to speak on the problems of the black race.

Since these passages are both from Charlie’s point of view, they read as condescending; Carol too is an “establishment type” (though one who redeems herself) and her talking about the issue of racial inequality is figured as a kind of false performance characteristic of her class–a self-serving political move. But another student, Sandra Cross, says something that’s reminiscent of these passages about Carol’s speech, but inherently different because it’s not filtered through Charlie’s perspective:

“You try to get interested in things Politics, the school I was on the Student Council last semester but it’s not real, and it’s awfully dull. And there aren’t a lot of minorities or anything around here to fight for, or well, you know. Important things. And so I let Ted do that to me.”

Sandra has discovered the falseness of politics yet seems to have sincere good intentions herself, and her disillusionment that comes from the realization of her own powerlessness to effect any meaningful change leads her to try to have a meaningful experience via sex. This seems like another instance of not just Charlie society-blaming, but the text society-blaming… And the idea that these things are connected, that this type of disillusionment and attempting to exorcise that disillusionment and/or take back some type of power/agency via sex could be insightful, but while the text attempts to make the insight that “establishment types” only want to “help minorities” to prop themselves up, via Pat Fitzgerald it seems to be using minorities as a prop to make that and other insights, thus rendering its commentary hypocritical, at best.

Teaching Logic

The idea that Charlie’s efforts to defy polite society and traditional authorities by articulating the taboo are specifically heroic efforts is supported by the text of Rage itself, but also by the larger King oeuvre often playing out the idea, as in The Shining, that to eradicate the literal and/or figurative demon it must be faced directly in a confrontation that necessarily includes a verbal component in order to qualify as “direct.”

It’s certainly not impossible that King/Bachman could have written a character achieving these heroic efforts by way of the gun and made that character sympathetic–doing so would still be problematic, probably even more so–but Charlie is just too damn whiny for that. He likes to play the blame game, and his two primary scapegoats end up being his father and Hollywood. (In the passage about his parental sex dreams he references a B-horror-flick version of Dracula that seems to embody King’s personal formative artistic influences.) He also potentially implicates pop culture in general with his constant references to songs to describe things (the forum here attempts to track some), and this is the main things that makes his voice interesting enough to get through the book despite his lack of development. Charlie waxes poetic about the influence of movies even more explicitly:

I don’t answer any questions about what happened that morning in Room 16. But if I told them anything, it would be that they’ve forgotten what it is to be a kid, to live cheek-by-jowl with violence, with the commonplace fistfights in the gym, brawls at the PAL hops in Lewiston, beatings on television, murders in the movies. Most of us had seen a little girl puke pea soup all over a priest right down at our local drive-in. Old Book Bags wasn’t much shakes by comparison.

I’m not taking on any of those things, hey, I’m in no shape for crusades these days. I’m just telling you that American kids labor under a huge life of violence, both real and make-believe.

“Old Book Bags” being the teacher he killed whose body is in the room with them the whole time, a fact we’re reminded of only once or twice in a way that felt less like a reflection of Charlie’s callousness than clunky writing. Charlie’s cynical wisdom in general doesn’t feel earned or organic, nor does his so-called rage. It’s an interesting idea how Charlie challenges power structures in society and how they function via repression, but the narrative logic fails in that the stories he tells that are supposed to show us why he feels such an extreme need to do so ultimately don’t. The setup fails.

And the outcome fails. That Charlie’s supposed to have succeeded in actually giving his hostages a meaningful experience rather than simply traumatizing them into thinking that seems borne out by Joe McKennedy’s letter at the end saying that lots of people are still “pulling for” Charlie. That he’s depicted as successfully challenging power structures by murdering two of his teachers is highly problematic, even if he ultimately recognizes:

This thing on the floor between my feet is a classic case of misplaced aggression.

This “thing” being the teacher’s corpse…in a figuration that sounds remorseless, a form of verbal violence, even as it purports to acknowledge the actual problem. As a teacher, I have to say I find this book’s treatment of the teachers pretty offensive. King, or “Bachman,” actually gives one of the murdered teachers an epigraph for the novel as a whole:

So you understand that when we increase the number of variables, the axioms themselves never change.

-Mrs. Jean Underwood

We will see Mrs. Underwood, the algebra teacher, say this in scene in the novel before she’s killed, making its citation as an epigraph seemingly unnecessary, except for extra emphasis, which comes across as novice. I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone else use a quote from the text itself as an epigraph for that text. Because it really makes no sense.

Another novice move is after the entire novel has been in first-person from Charlie’s point of view, suddenly at the end the text goes epistolary. We get some doctor’s report on Ted from his institution, something Charlie would not have had any access to, unlike the other text we get near the end–Joe McKennedy’s letter to Charlie. The text then switches back into Charlie’s first-person perspective after the doctor’s report. This undermines the book’s narrative logic in a way that makes the ending with Ted seem even more implausible than it already is.

The way the “logic” of Charlie’s anecdotes work to explain his actions seems to be that he’s a victim and that society is responsible, as indicated by Charlie’s vague references to losing his mind as connected to why he started carrying the pipe wrench and then the pistol to school in the first place. (Insanity doesn’t make for interesting character development, even if it’s supposed to be a product of and therefore commentary on larger (pop) cultural forces.) That Dicky Cable is located as the trigger for the assault on Mr. Carlson that led to everything else, and that Dicky Cable beat him up because of his wearing a suit, could show that Charlie’s rebellion against polite conformist–which is to say, adult–society is due to his having suffered specifically for having donned the costume/edifice of this polite society. He was punished for wearing the suit then, so now as he’s on the verge of having to enter polite society and about to have to put the figurative suit of adulthood on again, he’s…not handling it well. The logical pieces might be there, but the emotional ones are not.

The existence of this novel ultimately reminds me of David Foster Wallace saying his first novel, predicated mainly on language games, was written by a “really smart fourteen-year-old,” or the way Harper Lee’s earlier draft of To Kill A Mockingbird was pawned off as a separate book. The whole book itself is adolescent in a way that hinders instead of helps its adolescent subject matter.

-SCR

Rage: Context and Summary

You couldn’t see the letters that made my name anymore.

Richard Bachman. Rage. 1977.

Chronological complications arise when reading King’s books according to publication date. By that schema, the next book after The Shining is Rage, the first that King published under his pseudonym Richard Bachman. I’m including the Bachman novels in my reading of “King’s work,” since Stephen King still wrote them even if “Stephen King” didn’t publish them, and since whatever contrast there presumably is between the books published under his real name and those under Bachman’s ought to provide some insight into the books published under his own name–especially the ones about writers with creepy alter egos…

There seem to be a couple of reasons King started publishing under a pseudonym. First, his publisher didn’t want to put out more than one “Stephen King” a year, otherwise his books would potentially cut into each other’s sales. Second, under Bachman’s name King seems to have published a lot of the early work that he tried and failed to get published before breaking through with Carrie. According to his biographer Lisa Rogak:

He had several first drafts of completed novels and others he had written before he had written Carrie. While some writers may have considered these novels to be just apprenticeship books, learning opportunities and unpublishable, Steve wanted them to be given a chance to see the light of day as finished books.

Lisa Rogak. Haunted Heart: The Life and Times of Stephen King. 2008.

Rogak leaves it at that, though there seems to be an implication that maybe these books shouldn’t have seen the light of day…King himself would eventually come to agree with this assessment about Rage, but more on that later.

Rage is also different from the first three novels King published under his own name in that it’s told from the first-person perspective, and contains not even a hint of a supernatural element–the horror is derived purely from the physically possible. No telepathy or vampires or literal ghosts. So we’ll see if sticking to the realistic is a definitive characteristic distinguishing the work of “Bachman” from the work of “King.”

As for chronology, Rage appeared under the Richard Bachman name in 1977, a few months after The Shining, but King actually wrote it as Getting It On back when he was in college. He sent the manuscript to his eventual publisher Doubleday not long after he graduated, where it gained him the initial attention of his longtime friend and editor Bill Thompson, and he did several rounds of revision on it at the publisher’s behest before it was ultimately rejected.

Another King expert, George Beahm, provides some context about the genesis of what was initially Getting It On, locating it in the summer after King graduated from high school in 1966:

This novel, which took its title from a rock ‘n’ roll song by T. Rex, “Bang a Gong (Get It On),” was an intense psychological study, tapping into King’s fears in high school of being an outsider, a time when he characterized himself as being filled with rage, worried whether or not he’d go crazy.

George Beahm, Stephen King: America’s Best-Loved Boogeyman. 1998.

Beahm later notes that the second Bachman book, The Long Walk, is the first novel manuscript that King actually completed. But in the sense of the themes it shares with Carrie, it feels appropriate that Rage is the first published Bachman book even if it isn’t the first one King actually finished…

So, the summary:

Rage is told from the first-person perspective of Charlie Decker, a senior at Placerville High School in Maine. Charlie is sitting in algebra class one morning when he’s called to the principal’s office. While waiting, he runs into a friend of his father’s who’s selling textbooks, causing him to recall a hunting trip he went on with his father’s friends when he was nine years old, where he overheard his father describe how he’d give Charlie’s mother a “Cherokee nose job” if he ever caught her cheating on him.  

Charlie is informed by the principal Mr. Denver that a teacher Charlie recently assaulted, Mr. Carlson, is recovering. When Mr. Denver wants to know why Charlie assaulted Mr. Carlson, Charlie is openly defiant and begins taunting him until Denver expels him. Charlie then goes to his locker, where he retrieves a pistol and some shells, then burns some of his textbooks to start a fire in it. He returns to his algebra classroom, where he shoots and kills the teacher, Ms. Underwood. The fire alarm goes off from his locker fire, and when another teacher, Mr. Vance, comes by the room to tell them to leave, Charlie shoots and kills him, too. 

Charlie takes his algebra class hostage and speaks to the principal over the intercom while police gather outside. When one of the hostage students asks why he’s doing what he’s doing, another suggests it must be because of his parents, leading Charlie to tell the story of how his parents met (his mother was his father’s sister’s college roommate at the University of Maine). He then tells his hostages about an incident when he was four and he broke his father’s storm windows for no reason, sowing discord between his parents.

Disgusted by Charlie’s blaming his parents, a boy named Ted Jones declares that he’s going to take Charlie’s gun away, but then another boy announces that he knows why Ted had to quit football and tells the class Ted’s mother is an alcoholic, information that Charlie uses to needle Ted into an emotional outburst. 

The counselor Mr. Grace then comes on the intercom, and Charlie baits him as well, pretending he’s shot someone when Mr. Grace accidentally asks a question after Charlie told him not to. When one of his classmates, a girl named Grace, cheers him on for breaking Mr. Grace down, another girl, Irma, lashes out at her, insulting her mother for being a whore. Charlie lays out rules for a controlled physical showdown in which Irma eventually admits she was wrong to call Grace and her mother whores and admits she did it because of her own insecurities. A boy nicknamed Pig Pen says he wishes he had the “stick” Charlie does so he could kill his mother. The police start hollering at Charlie through the window with a bullhorn, prompting him to shoot out the windows with random gunshots.  

Charlie’s classmates want him to “tell” something else, so he describes an incident when he was twelve and his mother forced him to go Carol Granger’s  birthday party in a corduroy suit when he knew no one else would be dressed up, and he ended up getting beaten up because of it. Carol Granger, who is a hostage in the algebra class (and slated to be valedictorian) admits she had a crush on the boy who beat Charlie up that day, and someone else mentions that the boy is dead now. 

A cop, Mr. Philbrick, gets on the intercom to try to negotiate with Charlie, to no avail. 

Carol Granger suggests that sex might have something to do with Charlie’s acting strangely, and he agrees to tell about his sex life if she tells about hers. Carol says she’s a virgin but can’t adequately explain why she is when Charlie needles her. Carol expresses solidarity with Charlie’s resistance, and another girl, Sandra Cross, admits that she always feels empty and that’s why she let Ted Jones have sex with her. This admission causes Charlie to pick up his pistol to shoot Ted, but when he leans forward to do it, a sharpshooter shoots him through the window. He’s saved when the bullet hits the padlock from his locker that he put in his breast pocket earlier that morning. He yells at the principal over the intercom, then gets Sandra Cross to resume her story about Ted. Sandra adds that after she had sex with Ted and didn’t get pregnant, she had sex with a random guy she picked up; her description of this encounter especially angers Ted. 

Admitting to himself that things are out of his control now, Charlie tells the story of when he and his friend Joe McKennedy visited the University of Maine, where he smoked a lot of dope and got really horny while flirting with a girl at a party but then lost his erection when she was ready to have sex, causing him to think he’s queer. He’s upset his story doesn’t command as much interest as Sandra’s. He lets Irma leave to go to the bathroom, and she returns to the algebra classroom of her own accord. 

Charlie tells Philbrick on the intercom that he’ll release everyone in an hour, and closes the classroom’s shades. He tells the story of the incident that led to his expulsion, how he assaulted the teacher Mr. Carlson with a pipe wrench he’d started carrying to school (primarily because of nervousness due to his bad stomach) after Mr. Carlson mocked him for being unable to do a problem on the board in front of the class. He then “got it on” with his father in a physical altercation afterwards (and started bringing his father’s pistol to school), and he realizes it’s his father he really wanted to kill, not his teachers.

Charlie asks everyone if they know what the last remaining order of business is, and everyone raises their hand except for Ted. Carol Granger says they have to show Ted “where he’s gone wrong.” When Ted tries to leave, everyone else attacks him while Charlie watches, beating him and smearing black ink on him. Charlie then releases everyone except Ted, who’s incapacitated. When Philbrick comes in, Charlie acts like he’s going to shoot him, causing Philbrick to shoot Charlie three times. 

Charlie is acquitted for the murders of Ms. Underwood and Mr. Carlson by reason of insanity and sent to an institution, where his friend Joe McKennedy writes him with an update on everyone’s progress and tells him everyone is “pulling for” him. Ted Jones is also sent to an institution, and does not recover. Charlie’s mother sends him the high-school yearbook, but he’s afraid he’ll see black ink on the pictures of his classmates if he looks at it. The hospital staff thinks he likes custard when he really doesn’t, and he feels better now that he has a secret again.   

The End.

-SCR