Analysis of ‘It,’ Part III

Here are links to Parts I and II, if you haven’t seen them yet.

XI: Georgie’s Room and the House on Neibolt Street

Officer Nell won’t get the boys in trouble if they tear down the dam (page 424). In his intervention, we can see more duality of good and bad. It’s good that he put an end to the unsanitary dam, but the building of the dam, as I said towards the end of Part II, was a symbolic controlling of their fears and of the turbulent unconscious, and so tearing it down is a symbolic taking-away of that controlling and mastery of fear.

Also, Stan is about to talk about his scary experience of It, but Officer Nell’s interruption stops Stan from benefitting from the same talk therapy that Bill, Ben, and Eddie have just enjoyed. Perhaps the lack of that talk therapy at that time has contributed to a bottling up of pain that ultimately leads to Stan’s suicide.

In Eddie’s case, knowing of the filth in the dammed-up water has only reinforced his fear of germs and his aversion to the dark world down under, symbolic of the unconscious and the Shadow. He’s never fully faced these fears, and so when he finally does face them in the climax, his still-relative weakness contributes to his death, in spite of how brave he eventually becomes.

Adult Richie is driving into Derry, and he has his own flashbacks about his childhood experiences there. These include the dam in the Barrens that Mr. Nell wanted torn down, as well as his being in Bill’s house, in Georgie’s room to see the photo album, going to the cinema to see horror films (including the Wolf-man), and an experience with Bill at the house on Neibolt Street.

When Richie and Bill are about to go into the Denbrough house, there’s a moment of contemplation about Bill’s troubled relationship with his parents, a sense that they preferred Georgie over him (page 429). The love he received seemed to be only because Georgie was also there, and now that Georgie is dead, the love for Bill is dead, too.

This favouring of Georgie is the basis of Bill’s sibling jealousy, and with his little brother’s death, Bill feels that he’s to blame for it, since he’d have had unconscious desires to get rid of the little boy. Bill knows he was less than an ideal brother to George, and they’d had plenty of fights.

On the day George dies, Bill is too sick to have a fight with his brother. Significantly, he was dreaming about a…turtle…(page 429) which he later forgets about. In the unconscious world of his dreams, Bill sees an image of the good crawling thing, while also in his unconscious, there’s the wish of a bad crawling thing to take away the brother who’s been stealing his parents’ love from him. Hence, Bill’s guilt. Hence, also, the dialectical relationship between the good crawling thing and the bad one.

An interesting choice of words is used to describe Bill’s and Richie’s entrance into the former’s house: they go in “like ghosts” (page 431). They’re about to experience the ghost of Georgie (or so it seems to them), but they themselves are the real ghosts, apparently. The point is that the experience of the supernatural, of Pennywise in the form of Georgie’s movie-like photos, is a projection of the two boys’ own Shadows, Bill’s in particular, due to his guilt over George’s death.

When the two boys look at one of the photos, Bill puts his fingers on the picture, whose image looks alive, like a movie, and his fingers go into the picture. Inside, the tips of his fingers are slashed, Richie yanks Bill’s arm away to get his fingers out of the photo, and they’re bloody and in pain. This injury parallels the ripping-off of George’s arm (pages 439-440).

And just as Georgie’s torn-off arm is a symbolic castration, so are Bill’s lacerated fingers. The experience is a reinforcing of Bill’s guilt over the unconscious jealous wish to be rid of George. The symbolic castration, the Lacanian interpretation of which I gave in Part I, represents Bill’s traumatic leaving of the narcissistic Imaginary, where he’d have his parents focusing all on him, and entering the social, linguistic world of the Symbolic, where he’s just one of many people sharing attention with each other. And as I said Part I, his stuttering–a difficulty with language–represents a difficulty fitting in with society, a difficulty entering the Symbolic, hence, Bill’s being in the Losers Club.

Richie, Ben, and Beverly going to watch horror movies at the cinema, and running into Henry Bowers and his gang, fits together with Richie’s and Bill’s scary experience at the house on Neibolt Street in one crucial way…the werewolf.

One of the films the three Losers watch together is I Was a Teenage Werewolf. When Henry is bullying the Losers, he’s only twelve, but as an adolescent, he’s close enough to being an early teen. He can be associated with the teen werewolf in a number of other ways, apart from his viciousness.

It’s noted that the “Teenage Werewolf was somehow scarier […]…perhaps because he also seemed a little sad. What had happened wasn’t his own fault.” (page 461) He “turned into the werewolf [because he] was full of anger and bad feelings…Henry Bowers was just overflowing with bad feelings…” (pages 461-462). Henry is abused by his drunken, PTSD-afflicted father, Butch, so we can see how bullying begets bullying.

We later learn, in the twelfth chapter, “Three Uninvited Guests,” that Henry, blamed for Pennywise’s killings in the late 1950s and convicted for the murder of his father, is–as an adult–in a mental hospital, where he hears voices “coming from the moon…A ghost moon.” (page 791) In this, we can see more associations between Henry and the Teenage Werewolf.

Since Henry and his gang go after Richie, Ben, and Beverly after they all watch the horror movies at the cinema, which of course include the werewolf one, we can see how this ties in with Richie’s and Bill’s experience at the house on Neibolt Street.

When Pennywise presents himself to the kids, it’s in the form of their greatest fears, whatever pushes their emotional buttons the hardest. In Eddie’s case, what crawled out of the cellar window of the house on Neibolt Street was a hobo leper, a personification of disease, something his mother has conditioned him to be terrified of. In Richie’s case, what appears there is the teenage werewolf.

This form is what terrifies Richie because it is associated with his encounter with Henry Bowers, the real teenage werewolf, as it were, who not only terrorizes the Losers, but who will also go lunatic in the lunatic asylum when he’s an adult. As I’ve said previously, Pennywise is the killer in the abstract, metaphorical sense: It personifies trauma. Henry is blamed for all the killings of the late 1950s in Derry, and I’d say perhaps he really is the killer in the physical sense, with Pennywise’s presence in the killings as an allegorical concept. After all, Henry is psychopathic enough to be the real killer. The situation is similar to the gay-bashing killing of Adrian Mellon: the homophobes killed him, while Pennywise was simply present when it happened.

And once again, some good accompanies all of this bad in how Richie and Bill experience the horror in Georgie’s bedroom and on Neibolt Street together. They can validate each other’s trauma and strengthen each other by bonding together over it. Watching the horror films together is also a bonding over trauma, if only in a symbolic sense.

XII: Cleaning Up

We next come to Beverly’s story, and how she is on her way to Derry after fighting her way out of the clutches of her abusive husband, Tom Rogan. I mentioned previously how her relationship with this man is a repeat, as object relations theory explains, of her relationship with her abusive father, Al, just as Eddie’s relationship with his obese, overprotective wife is a repeat of his relationship with his obese, overprotective mother.

In the parallels between Tom and Al vis-à-vis Bev, we ought to ponder how her relationship with her husband is, by definition, obviously sexual; and so just as Eddie’s relationships with his wife and mother are, in one sense or another, sexual (i.e., Oedipal with his mother), so are there disturbing implications about Beverly and her abusive father. While it’s understood that Al’s physically abusive with her, and we never come across explicit evidence of sexual abuse, there are a number of passages that suggest that the abuse is more than must physical and psychological.

All abuse, whether physical, sexual, or psychological, is a form of psychological abuse, because all abuse, at its core, is about the abuser’s wish to have power and control over the victim. It shouldn’t be all that surprising that a father wishing to dominate his daughter, especially a father that ‘worries’ about her being with boys, would want to exercise that dominance sexually, even if on only one or two occasions. When it comes to rape, one time is enough to be traumatizing.

In his chapter-by-chapter review of It, Gabe Rodriguez agrees with me that “it’s implied that [Al] has lust for his daughter”. His ‘worrying’ about her with other boys implies sexual jealousy, just like Humbert Humbert with Lolita. We may not see examples of sexual abuse between Al and Bev because such trauma is so deeply repressed, and so painful, that it never resurfaces as such in her memories.

One thing to remember about repression, though, is that it does return to consciousness, though in an unrecognizable form. Bill’s unconscious wish to eliminate Georgie comes back in the form of moving photos. Eddie’s fear of sickness resurfaces in the form of the leper. Richie’s fear of Henry returns as the teenage werewolf. And the trauma of repressed memories of sexual abuse for Bev could conceivably return in the form of a bloody sinkhole (pages 509-512)

The drain in the bathroom sink in Bev’s home can easily be understood as a yonic symbol (with its “slightly fishy smell”–page 510). Voices calling out for help from it can be understood, symbolically speaking, as projections of Beverly’s own wish to cry for help. Blood spraying out of the sinkhole (page 512) could represent menstrual blood (after all, soon after this incident, Bev sees herself in the same bathroom mirror and notices the growth of her breasts–she’s approaching womanhood–page 519), or it could be the blood of torn vaginal walls after one of her father’s painful intrusions. In this indirect sense, then, the bloody sink could be a resurfacing of the repressed trauma of a sexual assault, too painful to be remembered explicitly.

There are a number of passages suggesting Al’s sexual abuse of Beverly. Here’s an example: “He did not drink, he did not smoke, he did not chase after women. I got all the women I need at home, he said on occasion, and when he said it a peculiar secretive smile would cross his face…They take care of me, and when they need it, I take care of them.” (page 513, King’s emphasis)

Of course, with abuse also comes traumatic bonding, as is the case when Al shows Bev love and affection. When he hugs her, she feels her love for him, knowing he hits her only when she ‘deserves’ it. (page 516) The cycle of abuse, involving a swinging pendulum of nice and nasty, creates confusion in the victim’s mind: is being hit a form of love? Is the sexual abuse a form of love? The abusive father can manipulate his daughter’s Oedipal feelings for him in these physical and sexual forms of abuse, reinforcing his control through her love of him.

Since, apart from the other Losers, no one other than Bev sees the blood in the bathroom sink, she uses the fake story of having seen a spider crawling about there (page 523). Given what we know of Its actual appearance, the choice of a spider is an interesting one to hide what she’s actually seen. Once again, unconscious trauma resurfaces in different forms.

Another hint of sexual abuse comes when Bev’s mother, Elfrida, asks her if her father ever touches her (page 523). The little girl acts surprised at the question, but “God, her father touched her every day.” (page 523, King’s emphasis) Bev is haunted by the question for a while, as it reappears in King’s idiosyncratic use of parenthetical interruptions in the narrative: “(does he ever touch you)” and “(does he)” (page 523, King’s emphasis)

Recall that Al certainly does “(worry an awful lot)” about Bev with other boys, and this is because he’s projecting his lust onto them, and projection is one of the commonest defence mechanisms. That her mother calls his punitive anger “blue devil” should give you a good idea why blue (second meaning given here) is the colour.

Bev has sexual experiences with all the Losers. That she does this in the ‘innocent’ late 1950s is surprising enough; that she does this as a preteen is, at least, bordering on shocking, if not lapsing into that. That she may have endured sexual abuse from her father, the resulting trauma of which would give her a kind of ‘slut’ complex, would thoroughly explain why she gives herself to all of the boys so easily and so young…in the 1950s. If a girl is made to believe she’s a slut through rape, she may act that way, out of no fault of her own.

Because of Al’s suspicions of her with other boys, he demands that she take her pants off so he can check if she’s still a virgin (page 1173). Examining if she’s still “intact” or not, of course, is just an excuse for him to get her pants off. That alone is too terrifying for the little girl to bear. When his hands are on her, they are “gentle. And that was somehow scariest of all.” (page 1176) Small wonder she runs away from him afterward.

To get back to the part of the story with the bloody sink, though, we learn that not only do the other Losers believe Beverly about the blood, since only they see it other than her, but they also help her clean it up, hence the name of Chapter 9. Once again, in the form of the kids’ solidarity and mutual validation of Bev, we can see goodness mixed in with all of the bad, that duality that pervades It in so many different forms, as well as in the traumatic bonding of Al with Bev. Showing her love and affection is good in and of itself, but his use of those positive feelings to manipulate and control her is all the more evil.

With the solidarity and validation the boys give Beverly, now Stan can finally tell them of his scary experience of It at the Standpipe (pages 542-553). After he tells them of his experience, and of fending off It by calling out the names of various birds from his bird-book 9page 553), he muses about what is worse than being frightened–being offended (page 557).

This sense of being offended gives us a clue as to why Stan is the one who kills himself. “You can live with fear…Maybe not forever, but for a long, long time. It’s offense you maybe can’t live with…” (page 558, King’s emphasis). The supernatural events offend a sane person’s sense of order, in Stan’s thinking. These things are shocking because they are so inexplicable; they’re traumatic because one can’t process the experiences. Stan is contemplating the indescribable, ineffable, undifferentiated world of Lacan’s Real. He can’t bear to endure it again as an adult, so he kills himself in his bathtub.

XIII: Derry: the Second Interlude

In “Derry: the Second Interlude,” Mike recalls the fire at the Black Spot in 1930. The Black Spot was a nightclub essentially for black soldiers from a nearby army base. It was burned down by the Maine Legion of White Decency, a secret society of white supremacists like the Ku Klux Klan (page 576).

Mike asks his father, William, about the historical background of the fire, and while the obvious racism behind the motive to burn the Black Spot isn’t to be denied, his father insists that there was more to the fire than just prejudice against blacks. In William’s opinion, “the Legion of White Decency was just another seed” (page 577), and it seemed to him “that bad things, hurtful things, do right well in the soil of this town,” Derry (page 578). What’s implied here with the “seed” planted in the “soil” is that William intuits the presence of Pennywise.

What’s linked to the racism behind the Black Spot fire is the racism of Henry Bowers and his father, Butch, against specifically the Hanlon family. Apart from hurling the usual racial slurs at Mike, we learn that Henry–at the age of ten and thus already demonstrating his psychopathy–killed Mike’s dog, Mr. Chips. Butch, who as Mike’s father observes, “was never right after he came back from the Pacific” (page 582), took a lot of his pain out on blacks and “nigger lovers,” and even killed a number of William’s chickens (page 583). Both fathers were farmers, but since Will Hanlon’s farm was more successful, Butch envied him, feeling humiliated that a black farmer had outdone him.

A similar envy could be seen in the white racists’ reaction to the fixing-up of the Black Spot, a bunch of blacks transforming the originally filthy dump of a place into a successful night club (page 594). The plan to fix up the place was suggested by Pfc. Dick Hallorann, also a character from The Shining.

Dick’s “shining” abilities helped him to save Will and several other club goers from the fire, going “back toward the bandstand…toward the fire” (page 602). He’s called crazy for wanting to go that way, but this is another interesting incidence of that duality of good mixed with bad that pervades It, just as when adult Bill with catatonic Audra on his bike, Silver, snaps her out of it only by risking death with her as they race around at the end of the novel. Dick similarly saves Will and the others by facing the fire, then going out a window (page 603).

Outside the burning nightclub, Will saw something disturbingly unusual, yet he hesitates to tell his son what it was. Mike senses correctly what it was by synchronicity, and while afraid to have his suspicions confirmed, he must know the truth, just as Lot’s wife had to see the burning pair of sinful cities, a sight that killed her (pages 608-609).

His father saw a giant bird, the same bird Mike saw four years earlier (page 609). Naturally, Mike gets a chill from the revelation of this synchronicity. We also learn that the bird didn’t hover. “It floated.” (page 609) There were also “big bunches of balloons tied to each wing,” an obvious reference to Pennywise.

Because Mike is convinced that “It’s come again” (page 609), he’s written everything down “in a kind of frenzy” page 610), his desperate attempt to use writing therapy to soothe his relapse into his old childhood traumas. Though he’s worn himself out with writing all night, and even slept with his notebook and pen on the table there in front of him, he wakes up “feeling free, somehow…purged of that old story” (page 610).

Since It attacks people based on their fears (Bill’s guilt over Georgie, Richie’s Henry/werewolf association, Bev’s bloody sink/damaged yoni association, Eddie’s fear of sickness and leper perverts), we can see why Mike shudders at the thought of the big bird, and how his father saw the same unsettling sight. We eventually learn of Mike’s instinctive fear of birds from an incident when he was a baby of only six months old, and a crow was pecking at him (page 1318). As for his father’s experience of the big bird, perhaps it was linked to the killing of his chickens. After all, both that killing and the deaths from the Black Spot fire were race-related.

And just to complete Mike’s relapse into his old trauma state in the mid-1980s, he sees a balloon tied to his reading lamp, filled with helium. A picture of his face is on it, with blood pouring out from where his eyes are supposed to be. The crow got at him after all, apparently. (page 610)

XIV: The Reunion

The adult Losers are all in Derry, and they meet with Mike in a Chinese restaurant for dinner. Ben tells of how he lost the weight as an adolescent and kept it off. Richie’s trash-mouth goes off constantly, and the others say “Beep-beep” to him as a kinder, gentler way to tell him to shut up. Fortune cookies are served for dessert, and they’ll make quite a spectacle soon enough.

Since everyone remembers the childhood events only very vaguely still, Mike suggests they all break up and go to whichever places in Derry they remember best (except the Barrens, which I imagine might bring up unconscious traumas they won’t yet be ready to deal with)…in order to jog their memories.

Finally, they get around to eating the fortune cookies. Since Richie uses humour to deal with his trauma, he jokes about reading a fortune that says he’ll “SOON BE EATEN UP BY A LARGE MONSTER. HAVE A NICE DAY.” (page 682) Instead of getting another “Beep-beep” from the others, they all laugh. A bit of appropriate humor can definitely ease the tension a bit.

Bill is the first, however, to realize that breaking open their cookies to read their fortunes is a bad idea. Nobody has gone for a fortune cookie until Mike passes around the bowl of them. Everyone, at least unconsciously, knows that his fortune in Derry cannot be a good one, hence the delay in touching the cookies. When Beverly grimaces upon opening hers, Bill realizes that, in spite of everyone’s huge lacunae of forgotten traumatic memories in Derry, “Somehow, some part of us still remembers…everything.” (page 683) No memory is forgotten: it’s all just repressed, pushed back into the unconscious.

Beverly sees blood spurting up from her fortune cookie, an obvious reference to the bloody sinkhole incident. Note the choice of words in the description on page 683 (my emphasis): the blood was “a bright red that sank in [the white tablecloth] and then spread out in grasping pink fingers.” Those “grasping pink fingers” could have only been Al’s.

Eddie sees “a huge bug…pushing its way out of his fortune cookie” (page 683), this bug being an obvious reference to his fear of germs, of bugs. Bill notices it, and understands it to be “some sort of terribly mutated cricket.” Notions of disease or mutation always link with the fear of not being healthy, of not being normal. Not being normal means being vulnerable to bullying (as a Loser), just like being vulnerable to disease.

Richie sees an eye in his fortune cookie. He’s staring at it “in a kind of sickened leer” (page 683). The “human eyeball stared with glazed intensity” right back at him. Since Richie is a DJ and a comedian (of sorts), he’s going to be sensitive to what his audience thinks of him as a performer. Any eyes looking at him with criticisms, ranging everywhere from the most trivial “Beep-beep” to the most scathing of them, will be difficult for him to deal with. Also, that staring eye is a projection of his own leers, of his own staring, a reminder that Trashmouth is quite the critic himself.

Ben sees teeth in his fortune cookie, and his instinctive reaction is to throw the cookie across the table (page 684). The teeth must have triggered in his unconscious his childhood overeating habits; the teeth are a mocking mirror reflecting his former size. Their biting nature, the way “they rattled together,” may have also prompted memories of Henry’s digging knife.

Bill never opens his fortune cookie: he’s too busy trying to stop Beverly from screaming at the sight of the insect from Eddie’s cookie. Bill does, however, “see its sides moving slowly in and out–bulge and relax…” (page 684). Could those movements be from a winking eye, by chance? “It had swelled like some unimaginable boil which was filling with pus. And still it pulsed slowly in and out.” (page 686) Is it a tiny heart?

As for Eddie’s insect, it looks as if it’s dying. As an association with disease and dying, the cricket looking that way is a fitting finishing touch to Eddie’s fears.

Bill knows they must all calm down to avoid making a scene, since Rose, their server, will soon be back and, not seeing any of the supernatural frights, will think they’re all crazy.

After Rose is finished asking how their meal was, Bill finally gets an idea as to what is in his cookie. He sees “a leg poking blindly out of his fortune cookie,” scraping at his plate (page 686). A leg is a limb: seeing this, and none of the rest of the tiny body, isn’t all that much dissimilar to the arm of a little boy that’s separated from the rest of his body.

Then Richie looks at Bill’s cookie and sees “a great grayish-black fly…slowly birthing itself from the collapsing remains of his cookie.” (page 686) It’s as though, through the association of bugs and disease, that Richie, Bill, and Eddie are sharing the same fear, giving each other mutual validation of that fear.

As Bill remarks after Rose leaves, it’s “a mutant fly” (page 687), further reinforcing the associations with Eddie’s experience of the “mutated cricket.” As members of the Losers Club, they all feel like mutants of a sort–sick, odd, different, and thus vulnerable to the bullying of people like Henry. Bill recalls, through this fly in the cookie the old short story of “The Fly,” later made into a movie. “The story scared the bejesus out of [Bill]” (page 687). The scientist in that story, with his head and hand swapped with those of a fly, felt similarly alienated from the world as the Losers do.

The fly from the cookie grows into the size of a sparrow, Bill covers it with his napkin, and Bev needs to leave the room to throw up. The fears are inside all of them, and they need to get these fears out of themselves, which is what her vomiting represents. A growing bug is Bill’s growing fear, also an idea he has for a new horror novel: writing about the fear gets it out of him, too.

Speaking of getting out, Mike rightfully advises them all to leave the restaurant right away. Bill knows It is up to Its old tricks, using the Losers’ inner fears to scare them all out of Derry.

XV: Walking Tours

As Ben is on his way to the old library, he’s going over childhood memories, having them come back to him at first in fragments. The silver dollar. Chüd (page 692). What did these things mean, though?

In the library now, he applies for a library card. He starts hearing a voice–only he can hear it. The only thing the woman making his library card notices that’s strange is his behaviour, including his perspiration (page 702).

As she’s off to type up the information on his card, he looks up and sees Pennywise on top of a staircase (page 703), “looking down at him…[with] a killer’s grin.” Ben knows he can’t react to what only he sees and hears there, for fear that everyone else in the library will think he’s crazy. This, of course is perfectly true, for Pennywise, properly understood, is a monster not of the physical world, but of the mind. It’s trauma personified.

Pennywise keeps calling Ben to go up the stairs to meet It face to face, but Ben knows he’ll want to face the clown by going down into the darkness, the unconscious of the sewers, where It “won’t want to see me…We’re going to kill you.” (page 704, King’s emphasis)

Naturally, Pennywise knows what Ben’s thinking (about killing him), because Pennywise is in Ben’s thoughts. The clown is taunting Ben in Richie’s “Pickaninny Voice,” warning him to get out of Derry while he still can (page 704).

It’s worthwhile to consider why King chose to have It present Itself primarily as a clown, of all forms. Apart from what we know that children often find clowns frightening, there’s also the fact that clowns are supposed to be funny. Since so much of the Losers’ childhood trauma is based on having suffered bullying (hence, their collective name), we should consider the juxtaposition of a source of terror with one of humour.

Apart from terrorizing his victim, a bully will commonly use humour in his belittling of his victim. Henry calling young, overweight Ben “Tits” (a reference, of course, to his ‘boy-boobs’) is meant to elicit laughter from the rest of Bowers’s gang. Bullies fancy themselves comedians, making fun of their victims. Narcissistic, emotionally abusive parents are also clowns, properly understood.

On top of this, Pennywise does an imitation of Richie, of all people, a guy who fancies himself a clown, of sorts. It’s mocking one of Ben’s friends, which can make Ben empathize with Richie; but also, since the clown is doing Richie’s Pickaninny Voice, a stereotype of black people, this mockery can also be understood as belittling a friend of both Ben’s and Richie’s…Mike.

Part of the reason the Losers keep saying “Beep-beep” to shut Richie up is because his inappropriate, trash-mouth humour reminds them, on at least an unconscious level, of the taunting humour of bullies like Henry. Richie’s humour also used to provoke Henry himself back when they were all kids, so his big mouth was potentially dangerous for them.

Pennywise mocking Richie before Ben, thus, is like holding a mirror up to his face, telling one of the Losers that, in a way, they’re just as bad as It. After all, he wants to kill It, doesn’t he? It even accuses Ben of killing the children in Its screaming, taunting voice (page 702), a clear case of projection on Its part.

Eddie’s wandering around Derry leads him to the Tracker Brothers’ Truck Depot. These brothers, two life-long bachelors named Phil and Tony, also had an immaculately clean, white mid-Victorian house. One would think that Eddie’s mom would accept her little boy going into such a clean house, but she assumed such a spotless house kept so clean by two unmarried men had to have been the home of homosexuals (page 712).

As for the Truck Depot, it was the filthy opposite of their house. The back of the building was used for playing baseball, and kids were invited to play there (page 713). Eddie, for obvious reasons, would never have been allowed by his mom to play baseball there.

The hypochondria and fear of germs his mom imposed on him is clearly a form of emotional abuse. Even two men living in a spotless house, actually just brothers, are assumed to be a pair of filthy “queers.” Nothing could possibly be clean enough for her.

Eddie walks out across the area where they used to play baseball, all the way to the fence, beyond which “the ground slipped down, aggressively green,” to the Barrens (page 720).

He contemplates what he feels is a misnomer for this area of land down there. There’s nothing barren about the Barrens. It’s quite the opposite, actually. If anything, it ought to be called “the Wilderness,” or “the Jungle,” especially now, since “the Barrens were more junglelike than ever” (page 720).

To make matters worse, Eddie feels that the name “Barrens” sounds ominous and sinister. “Barrens” implies a desert, a place of lifelessness. The “stretch of such tangled and virulent growth” implies an abundance of life, and the choice of the word virulent brings back Eddie’s fear of germs and disease. So the dialectical opposites of virulent and barren are sublated with the idea of disease bringing on death, Eddie’s greatest fear.

Furthermore, barren reminds Eddie of how all the Losers are childless, as Mike noted in the Chinese restaurant. In spite of how successful all of them turned out in terms of their careers, they were all ‘the barren ones,’ the Barrens. As kids, they all hung out in a place that would become their namesake, Eddie realizes.

As he’s turning away, he sees a cement cylinder, the kind of thing Ben used to call “Morlock holes.” (page 721) Going in there was going into the sewers, the hell of the unconscious mind, the land of repressed trauma, where all the filth and germs are.

Memories of the Barrens, as well as Henry Bowers’s gang chasing them in there, make Eddie want to leave, to be home with Myra, his new mama. And just then, he hears the voice of It. It tells him to catch a baseball tossed over the fence; he catches the ball so well, it’s as if he were an experienced baseball player (page 721). This ability at, and participation in, a game his neurotic mother forbade him to play should frighten him.

As soon as he catches the ball, it turns into a ball of string that’s unraveling (page 722). He realizes that It is with him when he sees the string going over the top of the fence “like a strand of spiderweb.”

The voice that’s calling out to him to play ball is that of Belch Huggins, who was murdered in the tunnels of Derry back in August of the late 50s. Belch was with Henry’s gang at the time, chasing the Losers in the sewers. Now, adult Eddie sees Belch coming out of the Barrens area to meet him on the other side of the fence.

When they meet, Belch offers Eddie a blowjob, just like the leper crawling from the cellar window in the house at 29 Neibolt Street. And sure enough, Eddie sees Belch transformed into that leper.

What Eddie sees here is a number of parallels reflecting his fear of germs and, ultimately, his domineering mother’s disapproval. Belch crawling out of the Barrens, one symbol of the unconscious, parallels the leper crawling out of the cellar, another such symbol. The filthy house at Neibolt Street parallels, on the one hand, the filthy Truck Depot, and on the other, the all-too-clean house of the Tracker Brothers, those life-long bachelors assumed by Eddie’s ignorant mother to be filthy “queers.” These men play ball with boys, just as the leper wants to ‘play ball’ with Eddie in another sense.

After continuing to be terrorized by It in other forms, Eddie finds the scariest one to be that of Patrick Hockstetter, one of the Bowers gang. What’s especially scary about Patrick is how sociopathic and solipsistic he was when alive. We will eventually learn how disturbed Patrick was in the chapter titled, “Another One of the Missing: The Death of Patrick Hockstetter” (pages 1045-1090), in which we learn of him murdering his baby brother at the age of five, his hobby of killing flies, collecting them in his pencil case, and presenting them to the other kids on the playground. He’s also seen by Beverly to be jerking off Henry in the Barrens.

Patrick’s killing, collecting, and displaying flies can be linked to Eddie’s and Bill’s fortune cookies, and seeing bugs crawling out of them. As one of Henry’s gang of bullies, Patrick also bugs the Losers. Though it was Beverly, rather than Eddie, who saw Patrick giving Henry a handjob, the association with homosexuality also links thematically with adult Eddie’s overall experience there at the Tracker Brothers’ Truck Depot.

All of these triggers of Eddie’s fear of filth and germs, including seeing a message on a balloon saying, “ASTHMA MEDICINE CAUSES LUNG CANCER!” (page 725), make him run and run from the Truck Depot area (page 726). He collapses where some kids see him and, thinking he’s a wino with a weird disease and may even be the child-killer, keep away from him. It has projected Its pathologies onto Eddie, just as It did onto Ben in the library.

Beverly is walking down Main Street, thinking about Ben’s three-line love poem to her, and how she, as a child, hid it in her lower bedroom drawer, among her underwear, so her father would never find it and suspect she was being naughty with boys. Imagining him still alive and still living in Derry, she wants to find the old apartment house they lived in and visit him.

As abusive as Al was to her, she is convinced that he has loved her. In this understanding, we can see how she has been able to reconcile what Melanie Klein would have called the good father and the bad father, a mental reconciliation called the depressive position. Her love of Bill, back in 1958, was a transference of her Oedipal love of her dad, since the authority Bill projected had a paternal quality, yet Bill, unlike Al, listened to her (page 727).

She finds the old apartment house, 127 Lower Main Street (page 729), and rings the doorbell a couple times (page 731), thinking about Ben’s poem again, and wondering if she’d begun menstruating at eleven, around the time her breasts had begun growing…also around the time she’d seen the blood in the sinkhole (see above).

Al doesn’t answer the door. Instead, it’s an old woman. She tells Beverly that her father, Alvin Marsh, died five years ago (page 732). The old woman’s name is Mrs. Kersh, a name Beverly’s misread on the mailbox for the first floor, where her father lived. This misreading represents how Bev has equated the old woman with her dad in her mind…and equated her with her mom, too.

This equating is significant, given how we just explored the good and bad father in Al, and how we’ll see the good and bad mother as represented in Mrs. Marsh…er, Kersh. For just as Al both ‘loved’ and abused Bev, so did Elfrida, as dead now (cancer) as Al, both ‘love’ and look the other way (for the most part, at least) whenever he abused their daughter. Put another way, Bev’s encounter here with Mrs. Kersh is a transference of Elfrida onto this old woman.

For the moment, we’re seeing the good mother transference in Mrs. Kersh as she shows hospitality to Beverly. Soon enough, though, the bad mother will come out.

Very little did Mrs. Kersh know Al (page 733), as she tells Bev in a manner like the inverted syntax of Yoda, who knew Anakin, who was also sometimes the good father, sometimes the abusive, bad one, cutting off Luke’s hand. Elfrida also little knew Al, from her looking away when he did…what he did…to her.

Mrs. Kersh, as the good mother transference, invites Beverly in and makes some tea for them. The changes made to her old home make it feel safe because it is almost all different (page 733). She tells Mrs. Kersh that she loves what’s been done with the place (page 736), but she’s sure she saw Marsh under the doorbell, not Kersh.

Beverly begins to observe other strange things about this old woman. She’s sure Mrs. Kersh’s teeth were white when they first met…now she sees yellow teeth (pages 736-737). Her eyes and hair have changed, too…uglier. Bev hopes Mrs. Kersh won’t see a negative reaction on her face.

The old woman mentions her father, calling him Robert “Bob” Gray, then Pennywise the Dancing Clown (page 737). Laughing, she has some black teeth now. The good mother transference is turning into the bad mother, a witch, and Beverly is feeling like Gretel in her home (page 739).

The witch says, “Oh, my fadder and I are one” (page 738), recalling John 10:30. The Biblical quote is meant to be understood as a good thing, of course. She, however, is one with Pennywise (the devil of this cosmology, remember), or more accurately, with Bev’s father. Put another way, the good and bad mother are one, the good and bad father are one, and mother and father are one.

Bev runs for the door, while the cackling witch is warning of what will happen to her and her friends if they stay in Derry. As she’s running out, she looks back and sees her father in the witch’s dress (page 740). He says to her what’s been implied over and over again in the childhood flashbacks: “I beat you because I wanted to FUCK you, Bevvie…” The bad witch mother is the bad rapist father. Her mother’s emotional neglect was every bit as abusive, in its own way, as her father’s terrorizing was.

Outside, Beverly looks back again and sees Al in Pennywise’s clothes, instead of the witch’s dress (page 740). It’s holding a child’s severed leg, reminding us of Georgie’s arm. Pennywise is equated with Al because the former is the personification of the trauma caused by the latter.

To sum up the situation with the good and bad mothers and fathers, as well as their transferences, they are all another manifestation of the duality of good and bad as I have mentioned as appearing here and there throughout the novel in various forms.

Richie is walking along Outer Canal Street, remembering a time when he was a kid and Henry’s gang was chasing him (page 743). He’s also trying to convince himself that what he and the others saw in the fortune cookies was just a group hallucination. After all, Rose didn’t see anything, just as Bev’s parents hadn’t seen any blood in the bathroom sink.

Richie remembers when, as a kid, he was the class clown, and that now, he has resumed that role (page 744). This remembering can be linked back to when Ben, in the library, saw Pennywise doing Richie’s Pickaninny Voice, accusing Ben of killing the children, and implying that the Losers are, in their own way, as bad as It is (see above). Richie’s a clown, as is Pennywise. They are mirrors held up to each other.

Just as Pennywise, personifying the Losers’ trauma, is a projection of theirs outward, so does Pennywise project his evil right back onto them. Abusers often project their vices onto their victims, as Al did his lechery onto little Beverly, and since the Losers are the novel’s protagonists, this projection of evil back and forth between them and Pennywise is another example of that dialectical duality appearing and reappearing at so many points in the novel.

Richie comes to City Center and sees the huge statue of Paul Bunyan there (page 746). He finds it idiotic and as cheerfully vulgar as he found its size overwhelming as a child. When it was built, there were those who thought it would be a great tourist attraction, while others thought it would be horrible, garish, and gauche (page 747). Since some find clowns amusing and entertaining, while others find them evil and scary, the giant Paul Bunyan statue, with its axe, can be seen as a double of Pennywise.

The association of these two is strengthened when we remember Richie, as a kid, having run away from Henry’s gang, who’d chased him from school until they lost him in Freese’s Department Store, then the exhausted boy was on one of the benches in front of the statue (page 748). The chase was provoked by Richie’s trash-mouth reaction to Henry slipping and falling on a wet floor at school.

As he was resting, he saw a message advertising a concert with performers like Jerry Lee Lewis, The Penguins, and Gene Vincent and the Blue Caps. Though the ad says it’s “WHOLESOME ENTERTAINMENT” (page 752), the boy’s mom wouldn’t have thought so, meaning there was no chance of little Richie seeing the show. Recall that, as a DJ, Richie has always found this kind of entertainment to be right up his alley. Since he’s something of a showman himself, he can identify with rock ‘n’ roll stars, which will be most significant a little later in this section of the chapter.

Adult Richie, by the Paul Bunyan statue again, is delighted to see a new ad for a rock show, this time with Judas Priest and Iron Maiden (page 754). He contemplates how the statue’s appearance has changed over the years. The grin on its face no longer looks cheery, and now we begin to see how Paul Bunyan is a double of Pennywise (page 756).

The statue starts to speak.

Like the giant in “Jack and the Beanstalk” (recall how many references to children’s stories there are in It), Paul’s statue says he’ll eat Richie up if he doesn’t give back his hen, harp, and bags of gold (page 756).

Richie rolls off the bench he’s been sitting on, and Paul’s axe slashes the bench (page 757). So, being terrorized by giant Paul Bunyan is like being chased by Henry Bowers’s gang all over again. In these connections between the school bullies, the statue, and Pennywise, we see how the third of these threats is just a psychological terror, causing the hallucinations that Richie’s convinced he saw in the Chinese restaurant, and reviving his old childhood traumas.

The mental associations are iconic (Bunyan/Pennywise, both by turns comic and scary) and localized (City Center, near where the bullies chased Richie). After the statue is no longer terrorizing him, just as when he knew he was safe from the bullies, Richie sees the ad for the rock shows again. Now, though, it’s all for dead rock starts, including the three who died in the famous plane crash of February, 1959…and the show is dedicated to Richie. “YOU’RE DEAD TOO!” it tells him (page 762), associating Richie as a performer with them.

The associations between Paul Bunyan and Pennywise are made complete when Richie looks up at the statue and sees the clown instead of the lumberjack (page 763). After the two exchange taunts, Pennywise alludes to Matthew 7:5 (page 764), about removing the beam from one’s own eye before removing the mote from someone else’s eye. This would be a comment on the giving and receiving of projections of evil as discussed above. The idea will be further developed below.

Richie finds himself speaking in a new, stereotyped black man’s voice, one he’d never done before, in an attempt to threaten Pennywise (pages 764-765) Apart from him again using his sense of humour and theatricality as a manic defence against his trauma, his use of this voice seems to be a mirrored parody of Pennywise having done the Pickaninny voice to Ben in the library. Then Richie begins to run like hell.

Pennywise’s voice thunders after him, saying, “We’ve got the eye down here, Richie…[…] give a great big hi to our great big eye!” (page 765) We’re reminded of the eye Richie saw in his fortune cookie. There’s also the removing of motes or beams from one’s eye alluded to here.

Richie looks back, and seeing neither Paul nor the clown, he now sees a giant statue of Buddy Holly, one of the three killed on “the day the music died.” (page 765) Also, like Richie, Buddy wore glasses, acceptable for a rock ‘n’ roll star back in the 1950s, but nerdy by 1980s standards. Richie is being mirrored and identified with Buddy in these two ways: a loser of life, and a just-plain Loser. Richie’s aspired to be a giant among performers, yet will he also die as such?

To complete the Richie/Buddy/nerd link, Richie sees tape on Buddy’s glasses (page 766). More associations can be made here: adhesive tape on glasses implies ones that aren’t very good for seeing through, which in turn implies impaired eyesight, like the mote or beam in one’s eyes. Someone idolizing pop star ‘giants’ or other such performers isn’t using his eyes very well, either. Visual hallucinations, such as seeing an eye in a fortune cookie, is certainly not seeing well.

He finally sees that Paul Bunyan the giant statue is back to normal, with its axe back over its shoulder; but his eyes are suddenly in agonizing pain. Even when the hallucinations of a living Paul Bunyan, Pennywise, and Buddy Holly are gone, his eyes are still doing him wrong. Richie even almost jabs his forefingers into his eyes (page 766). It’s as if, unconsciously, he wants to blind himself, so he won’t ever see traumatizing things again.

His contact lenses are hurting his eyes. They’re like the mote and beam he has to get out of his eyes. He blinks to get them out, and he–aided by a nearby high school girl–searches the sidewalk for almost fifteen minutes trying to find them (page 767).

Bill is walking up Witcham Street, and he pauses by the drain where George was killed (page 767). He won’t see Pennywise this afternoon, but he will see a ghost. He peers into the drain, wanting to confront the clown that killed his little brother, even threatening that he and the Losers will go down there and get It.

He gets no answer from It, but a boy of about ten with a skateboard approaches, wondering why Bill is talking into the sewer. Though the boy at first would seem to think that Bill is crazy, it turns out that he, too, has heard scary voices from the sewers (page 768).

In a sense, this boy could be said to be the ‘ghost’ that Bill sees, though as we learn later in this section, ‘seeing a ghost’ actually comes from a tongue-twister poem. Still, this boy could be the ‘ghost’ in the sense that he reminds Bill of Georgie. Bill has a kind of George transference for the boy, causing him to feel affection for him (page 773).

That the boy says he shouldn’t be talking to strangers, because of the recent spate of killings, further establishes the link between him and George in Bill’s mind. Bill would like to try out the boy’s skateboard, but realizing he’ll just crash and hurt himself, he wisely changes his mind (he’s almost forty years old, and unlike the two handsome actors who play adult Bill in the TV miniseries and the 2019 film, he’s bald).

Wanting to go on the skateboard, with the risk of crashing, anticipates his final ride on his old bike, Silver, with Audra. Further linking the skateboard to the bike is how Bill is going to find Silver later in this very section.

He learns about a shop called Secondhand Rose, Secondhand Clothes, a filthy, dingy place, and here is where he finds Silver, in the window (page 778). When he’s about to ask the owner of the shop about the bike, those tongue-twisting old lines suddenly pop up in his head: “He thrusts his fists against the posts and still insists he sees the ghosts.” (page 779) Seeing old Silver is also rather like seeing a ghost for Bill, so this must be a major factor in reviving the memory of this old rhyming couplet.

When Bill was a kid, he used to recite this rhyme as part of his speech therapy for ridding himself of his stammer. What’s curious about the words is how they include the idea of ‘seeing ghosts,’ something that should have always been triggering for little Bill…yet they helped cure his stutter.

In a similar vein, racing on the bike with Audra, as dangerous as it was, snaps her out of her catatonia. Perhaps a crash on the boy’s skateboard would have been good for Bill, too.

The point is that It is all about facing one’s fears in order to cure one’s trauma. One has to get hurt to get rid of hurt. This is what the duality of good and evil in the novel–its interconnected, dialectical nature–ultimately means.

We learn, incidentally, that the proprietor is gay, reminding us of Adrian Mellon and his murder (page 781). Bill buys the bike for twenty bucks, he calls Mike and asks if it will be OK to take the bike over to Mike’s garage so he can store it there. Mike agrees to it, and Bill takes it over there.

Mike is helping Bill fix up the bike, and at one point, a deck of playing cards (for attaching to the bike’s wheel) that Mike has just opened has two aces of spades; these two cards are also the only ones, after having scattered the deck all over the floor, to land face up (pages 788-789).

The ace of spades can symbolize many things, both positive and negative, but for the sake of this novel, it would seem that the negative meanings have far greater importance. It’s been called the Death Card, being associated with imminent death, bad fortune, disaster, hatred, war, and even the end of the world…which should remind us of the flooding in Derry, twice, and the…apocalyptic…rock fight. So the two cards are an omen.

There are two aces of spades seen in this deck because the Losers have to deal with It twice. That the card has both positive and negative symbolism also ties in with the theme of good and bad duality. It’s bad to face the terror of It, but it’s also good to do so in order to defeat It.

After attaching the playing cards to the bike’s rear wheel, then eating burgers that Mike has cooked for them, Bill brings up the rhyming couplet. Bill has written it down on a business card, and he’s had Mike read it, asking him if it means anything to him (pages 789-790). Mike remembers that Bill, as a kid, used to mumble the couplet to himself in an attempt to cure his stammer. Bill struggled with saying it properly back then, but he did at least once succeed.

He’s now frustrated that he can’t remember the precise moment when he successfully said it. We have here a case of repressed memory–which would normally be a repressed trauma–yet it’s also a move out of the traumatic, unutterable world of the Real and into the verbal, social world of the Symbolic.

“The ghosts”–representative of Bill’s trauma (i.e., Georgie’s ghost)–is fittingly at the end of the couplet. The saying of these words, presumably after having said all of the preceding ones without a stutter, would thus represent a fully successful recitation, progress–at the very least–in curing himself of his stutter. Saying that last word is symbolic of facing his fears, verbalizing his trauma.

His inability to remember his childhood success–that is, when it actually happened–means he can no longer make the moment real for himself, hence his hard banging of his fists on the picnic table in frustration (page 790). The forgetting is an unconscious resistance; sometimes we know when we need to face a trauma, but our unconscious forbids the confrontation out of how unbearable the pain will be. Still, the forgetting is frustrating because we know that we must confront the pain in order to be cured of it.

In this we once again note the good/bad duality. It’s good that the forgetting/resistance spares us the pain, but it’s also good to face the pain to be cured of it, and it’s bad to be denied that cure because of the forgetting.

Part IV is coming soon.

Stephen King, It, New York, Pocket Books, 1986

Analysis of ‘It,’ Part II

Here’s a link to Part I, if you haven’t seen it yet.

VI: Derry: the First Interlude

As Mike has written in his notes about Derry, “Can an entire city be haunted?” (page 189, King‘s emphasis) The entire city of Derry can be seen to symbolize the mind, a kind of collective mind, peopled with a host of characters who could thus represent everything from Melanie Klein‘s internal objects, both good and bad, to Carl Jung‘s archetypes.

The surface world of the town, from the ground up, would represent consciousness, where all is sunny and sweet. The underground, the sewers, and the cellars of each house, as I mentioned in Part I, would represent the unconscious mind. It, that is, Pennywise, would thus personify the Collective Shadow, normally repressed and dormant for about 27 years at a time, then let loose for about a year. One tries one’s best to repress, hide, and forget about trauma, but it eventually will out all the same.

The whole adventure that the Losers go through, once as kids in the late 1950s, and again as adults in the mid-1980s, can be seen as allegorical of what Jungians call Shadow work. In order to heal from trauma in a lasting way, one must face one’s traumas, and this is what we see the Losers doing (in an allegorical sense), first only partially achieving it as kids, then thoroughly achieving it as adults in their final confrontation with Pennywise.

Though confronting one’s Shadow, where all the dark traumas of the unconscious reside, is necessary for the sake of healing, it’s also dangerous. Jung himself, in his explorations of his own unconscious through Active Imagination, Shadow work, and other methods of integrating the conscious and unconscious aspects of his mind, brought himself dangerously close to a total psychotic breakdown.

In their final confrontation with It, Eddie dies; the surviving Losers aren’t even able to carry his body out from the underground. What’s more, this confrontation happens during a huge storm, the worst in Maine’s history, with rains reminding us of the Great Flood and that rainstorm at the beginning of the novel, an apocalyptic storm that causes the downtown area of Derry to collapse. This collapsing of downtown Derry, which is a merging together of the upper and lower worlds, is symbolic of that necessary but dangerous integration of the conscious and unconscious through Shadow work.

VII: Ben Hanscom Takes a Fall

As Ben sits on his airplane flight to Derry, “as drunk as a lord,” according to the stewardess observing him (page 211), he finds the old memories finally starting to come back to him. In his state of drunkenness, as well as his hovering between consciousness and unconsciousness, he finds “the wall between past and present disappear[ing]” (page 215). He is entering a world of non-differentiation, the traumatic Real, as Lacan would have called it.

It is fitting that Ben is drunk and falling asleep as he is starting to get these old memories back. As Nietzsche noted in The Birth of Tragedy, Dionysus, the god of wine, chaos, irrationality, emotion, and disorder (as opposed to Apollo as god of logic, clarity, the sun, and the principle of individuation), is also a god of unity, of non-differentiation. So drunk Ben, between wakefulness and sleep, is also experiencing a blur between the past and the present, the trauma of non-differentiation.

This is also rather like the non-differentiation of the Great Flood as paralleled in the rainstorms at the beginning and climax of the novel, when the waters above meet the waters below, recreating the primordial Chaos, tohu wa-bohu, in chapter one of Genesis.

Ben’s memories of being a kid at school, when he was fat and therefore an easy target of bullies like Henry Bowers, Belch Huggins, and Victor Criss, were also a disordered mix of good and bad, because it was also then that he had his crush on Beverly (pages 216-217). He demonstrated his poetic talent by writing his verse celebrating her beautiful, fiery red hair…”winter fire,/January embers” (page 246).

His trip down memory lane is compared to the adventures of the time-traveller in HG Wells‘s classic story; in particular, we’re reminded of “the land of the Morlocks, where machines pound on and on in the tunnels of the night” (page 215). This hellish, subterranean world is easily associated with the underground of Derry: its sewers, cellars, and representation of the unconscious and the Shadow, personified by that ultimate Morlock, Pennywise.

Henry is mad at Ben for not letting him copy his test answers in class. Henry likes to call overweight Ben “Tits” (page 252). We soon learn that Henry is much worse than your average bully: he’s a violent psychopath, a fact proven when he takes out a knife, has Belch and Victor hold Ben, then digs the blade into Ben’s gut.

That cutting into Ben’s flesh, apart from the obvious pain and terror it causes the boy, is a violation of the boundaries between self and other, that traumatic non-differentiation of the Real, of Dionysus.

It’s significant that Ben escapes Henry and his gang by falling through the fence separating the street they’re all on and the Barrens, which is a stretch of scrub land next to Derry, a swampy area where the sewers are. The Barrens, therefore, can also be symbolically linked with the unconscious…perhaps with the preconscious, since, though lower, it’s still outside. Ben’s breaking through the fence is also representative of a non-differentiation between consciousness and unconsciousness.

VIII: Bill Denbrough Beats the Devil (1)

Just as Ben has been flying in a plane on the way back to Derry, going from utter oblivion to flashbacks of childhood memories, so has Bill. And just as Mike’s writing about Derry has been a form of therapy for him, so has Bill’s writing of horror novels been a form of writing therapy for him.

All the stories he’s written, all the novels–they came from Derry, Bill muses (page 283). They came from that summer, when George died. They came from his trauma. His interviewers would ask him where he got all of his ideas from, and he’s answered by speaking of the inspiration coming from his unconscious…yet he’s doubted, more and more as the years go by, if there ever was such a thing as an unconscious (page 284). This unbelief in the unconscious comes from his total forgetting of Derry.

Eventually, though, a memory starts coming back, one of “beating the devil.” (page 285) The unconscious, be it a Freudian or Jungian version of it, doesn’t come back to Bill as a subterranean world of Morlocks, as it has for Ben; it’s just Derry. Bill’s focus on the conscious world of Derry is his resistance against confronting the unconscious.

Bill remembers his old bicycle from his childhood, named Silver, after the Lone Ranger’s horse. Bill is indeed a hero on that bike, beating the devil on it as he rides dangerously fast on it to save a life, be it Eddie’s, when he has to race off on it to get the asthmatic’s medicine, or be it Audra‘s at the end of the novel, when he races on the bike with her, risking a crash for both of them, to get her to snap out of her catatonia.

Beating the devil is just like beating Pennywise. Fittingly, as Bill rides the bike, he imitates the Lone Ranger, calling out, “Hi-yo Silver, AWAYYY!” (page 288) His risk of death, on both occasions on that bike, brings him to the brink of hell, then past it, coming around to salvation in heaven, as it were, for Eddie’s and Audra’s sakes. Bill is thus like a Christ figure, harrowing hell, then causing a resurrection of sorts (Audra’s), and ascending to a metaphorical heaven. In this way, he’s beaten the devil.

Bill wants to help Eddie because he failed to help his little brother. First, he helps Eddie with a nosebleed he gets after an altercation with Henry’s gang; Bill helps Eddie the way Bill’s mom used to help Georgie when he had nosebleeds (page 292). And when Eddie’s aspirator is empty, Bill rides off to the drugstore for his medicines…which, as it turns out, is mere tap-water (page 302).

When Bill goes off to get the ‘medicine,’ Ben stays with Eddie in the Barrens, where he’s met the two just after escaping Henry’s gang and getting the knife cut in his gut. After Bill returns with the ‘medicine’ for Eddie and rides off, Eddie tells Ben about the murder of Georgie, that it happened “right after the big flood” (page 311).

Eddie, as a double of Georgie, dies when the second “big flood” happens, and not too long after that, adult Bill rides dangerously on his bike for Audra’s sake, beating the devil once again.

Bill may have saved Eddie in the Barrens, but the boy cannot get over having failed to protect his little brother, and the night of that very day in the Barrens, when Bill is back home, he has a terrible fright reminding him of his guilt over George.

He remembers when Georgie was alive, and the two boys were arguing in front of the TV over who got to eat the popcorn (page 313). This kind of sibling jealousy and rivalry would have been part of the basis for Bill’s unconscious wish to get rid of his little brother, an unconscious wish that, in turn, has become Bill’s guilt now that George is really dead.

Bill goes into George’s bedroom and takes out an old photo album with pictures of the little boy in it. A shocking thing happens, something that has now happened a second time, the first time being the previous December, after which Georgie was killed.

Bill has been looking at a picture of George “fixedly for some time” (page 319). He’s about to close the photo album when he sees Georgie roll his eyes in the picture, then turn them up to look in Bill’s eyes. Then, with “a horrid leer,” Georgie winks his right eye at Bill (page 320). Apart from the obvious supernatural aspect, Bill’s fear stems from his guilt regarding the original wish-fulfillment of a dead, still, smiling Georgie, changing into a living, moving, vengeful little brother.

IX: One of the Missing: A Tale from the Summer of ’58

We learn of a ten-year-old boy named Edward Corcoran, who went missing back in the summer of 1958. He and his four-year-old brother, Dorsey, were abused by their stepfather, Richard P. Macklin, who actually beat Dorsey to death with a hammer, though he lied about it, claiming the little boy died of a fall from the top of a ladder. (Chapter 6)

Edward’s teacher reported seeing bruises all over his body, and she was so concerned for him that when she heard that he’d gone missing, she prayed every night that he’d run away from home, sick and tired of his stepfather’s abuse, rather than killed from another of Macklin’s beatings.

Though Macklin was suspected in the disappearance of Edward, we learn that It really killed the boy, It in the form of the Creature from the Black Lagoon, though originally appearing in the form of Dorsey (pages 336-341). Still, it could be argued that Macklin indirectly killed Edward, since his repeated physical abuse of the boy drove him to run away from home, thus exposing him to the danger of It. Besides, It–as the personification of trauma throughout the novel–is the killer of the boy only insofar as trauma killed him, the trauma inflicted on him by his raging stepfather.

Family abuse, of course, isn’t limited to the Corcoran family. As we know, Beverly suffered it from her own father, who is incorrectly referred to as her stepfather on page 330–a fortuitous error in that it helps to link the Corcoran boys to her through the theme of family abuse.

Edward Corcoran’s death is further linked thematically with the Losers’ experiences on pages 330 and 331 by a kind of synchronicity. On June 19th–though Macklin had nothing at all to do with the boy’s death (in the literal, physical sense, of course)–he died when Ben was watching TV with his mom, Eddie Kaspbarak’s mom was neurotically worrying about her boy possibly catching “phantom fever,” Bev’s “stepfather” [sic] kicked her in the derrière and told her to dry the dishes, Mike “got yelled at by some high-school boys…not far from the farm owned by Henry Bowers’s crazy father,” Richie was looking at pictures of half-naked girls in a magazine, and Bill was throwing the photo album across the room because Georgie’s photo winked at him.

All of the Losers “looked up at the exact moment Eddie Corcoran died…as if hearing some distant cry” (page 331). It, the creature, was behind this synchronicity, a synchronicity of shared trauma and abuse.

Mike couldn’t sleep on the night of the beginning of summer vacation, so soon after Corcoran’s death. He went out, rode his bike for a while, then parked it and walked to the Canal (pages 341-342). On the way, he found a pocket knife with the initials EC on the side. He also saw grooves in the grass leading to the Canal. “And there was blood.” (page 343)

The horror of these sights, where Corcoran died, brought back memories in Mike’s mind of a giant bird attacking him. We see how all of these traumas are thus interlinked.

It would be interesting to look at, compare, and contrast three mythical creatures in It. We’ve already looked a bit at the Turtle. There’s also the actual form if It as a giant spider. And now, we have the giant bird Mike confronted.

The first two giant animals, as representations of good and evil, have in common the fact that they crawl. This comparison suggests that It, the Satan of this cosmology to the Turtle’s God, is trying to do an evil emulation of good, is being parasitical to good. Satan is sometimes described as being an imitator of good, of wanting to be like Him.

“The prince of darkness is a gentleman,” Edgar says in King Lear. ” ‘The devil can cite Scripture for his purpose,” Antonio says in The Merchant of Venice. And in Paradise Lost, Book IV, Satan says, “Evil, be thou my good.” Pennywise similarly starts off with friendly charm before killing Georgie; his crawling on spiders’ legs can thus be seen as an imitation of the Turtle’s crawling on its legs.

Now, the giant bird that Mike has to fend off is, of course, evil, and contrary to the first two giants that crawl, this one is way up in the sky. On the other hand, when Stan has to fight off It as a child, he uses nothing other than a book of birds to help him. Crawling creatures can be good or evil; flying creatures can also be good or evil. Dualities of this sort pervade It.

X: The Dam in the Barrens

As Eddie Kaspbrak is driving a Cadillac in Boston, on his way to Derry, he’s thinking about such things as the subways, bad places to go, like tunnels (page 373). Such subterranean places would remind him of the Derry sewers, the Barrens, and the dirty cellar of the house at 29 Neibolt Street, in one of the windows of which he, as a child, saw a leper.

Such underground places–like the realm of Ben’s Morlocks–are crawling with germs, the sources of all of Eddie’s fears. Indeed his very sickness is his fear, the poison of his childhood memories (page 373).

Eddie remembers the day, when they were all kids, that Ben, whom they’d all recently met, decided to build a dam in the Barrens. On this same day, Bill talks about his experience seeing Georgie wink at him in that photo. It’s a brave confession on Bill’s part, him risking ridicule and disbelief; but since Eddie, Ben, and Stan have had–and Richie in the not-too-distant-future will have–comparable supernatural frights, they all hear Bill with sympathetic ears.

Interestingly, when Ben decides to build the dam, using his already remarkable talents as an architect, he says, “We could flood out the whole Barrens if we wanted to.” (page 376) The dam’s stoppage of the river water doesn’t, of course, flood out the whole Barrens, but this choice of words is still significant in how it can be linked with the rainy day when Georgie died, as well as with the flooding and destruction of downtown Derry during the climax of the novel.

These associations with the Great Flood suggest the washing away of all evil and the ultimate defeat of Pennywise. Building the dam, stopping and thus controlling the waters of the Barrens, which are associated with the turbulent world of the unconscious and the Shadow, thus represents a conquering and controlling of the boys’ fear.

This day is also a great bonding moment for these Losers. The building of the dam is actually a rebuilding of a dam destroyed by Henry and his gang. Rebuilding it, and bonding with each other, is doubly therapeutic for the boys, as is the beginning of a discussion about It.

Since It personifies trauma, talking about It is a kind of talk therapy for healing trauma. When Bill can talk about his photo album and George’s wink, Eddie can find it easier to talk about the leper in the cellar of the house on Neibolt Street, Ben can talk about his close encounter with It, and Stan can talk about his scary experience.

Eddie uses one word to describe the moment when he knows it’s finally safe to talk about his traumatic experience: “Recognition.” (page 395) The boys are sharing a mutual validation of their trauma, and building the dam on the same day, after their bullies destroyed the first one, is well juxtaposed with this talk therapy, for they are all beginning to rebuild their lives as well as the dam–as new friends.

I mentioned earlier how duality pervades It, in the form of mixtures of good and bad: good and bad birds, good and bad crawlers. There is also good and bad in, on the one hand, experiencing trauma, and on the other, talking about trauma, releasing the pain, and bonding with friends as a result of the discussion of trauma.

Similarly, there’s the horror of Eddie’s seeing a leper crawling out from under the porch of the house at 29 Neibolt Street, and hearing him offer the boy “a blowjob for a quarter” (page 400). A blowjob in and of itself is a pleasant thing, but not given to a child by a leper! My point is that we see dualities of good and bad mashed together on many occasions in It.

Remember also that the Shadow is not always evil; it’s just the ego-dystonic aspects of our minds, the things we want to reject. These things are often evil, but sometimes they’re hidden talents we’re afraid to acknowledge in ourselves because acknowledging them might force us to rise up to challenges we’re afraid of facing. Eddie has to learn to accept the reality of germs and sickness, that using his immune system will strengthen him against sickness. Facing and defeating It will turn the Losers Club into the Winners Club…even if a few of them die trying.

Now that Bill has told his photo album story about George, Eddie can tell them all about the leper, Ben can tell them about seeing the clown in the form of the mummy, and Stan is about to tell them about his experience of It, but all of them are interrupted by Mr. Nell (page 412), a police officer who reprimands them for building the dam and making a mess of the river in the Barrens. The water that’s being dammed up is waste from the toilets and dirty, used sink water; it’s all a great congregation of germs that would make Eddie retch if he knew.

Part III is coming soon.

Stephen King, It, New York, Pocket Books, 1986

Analysis of ‘It,’ Part I

I: Introduction

It is a 1986 horror novel by Stephen King. The story is told in a kind of non-linear narrative, alternating between two time periods separated by a 27-year interim: the late 1950s, when the protagonists are kids, and the mid-1980s, when they are adults with established careers, many of them married.

King conceived of the story back in 1978, and he started work on it in 1981, finishing it in 1985. The titular antagonist was originally meant to be a troll as in “Three Billy Goats Gruff,” but inhabiting the city’s sewer system instead of living under a bridge.

It won the British Fantasy Award in 1987, and it was nominated for the Locus and World Fantasy Awards the same year. Two major adaptations of the novel have been made: a two-part TV miniseries in 1990 starred Tim Curry, Richard Thomas, John Ritter, Tim Reid, and Annette O’Toole; and two films–It and It Chapter Two–came out in 2017 and 2019 respectively, starring Jessica Chastain, James McAvoy, and Bill Skarsgård, among many others.

As in many of King’s novels, novellas, and short stories, It is set in Maine (him being a native of Durham), in particular, in the fictional town of Derry, a place that seems pleasant and normal on the surface, but underneath (literally!), there are hidden evils. In the sewer system, and even in the cellar of the Denbrough house, there is the symbolism of hell, the unconscious, and Jung‘s Collective Shadow.

II: General Thoughts

It is a novel of such massive, epic scope that I cannot be expected to do justice to all of its oh, so many aspects, but I’ll deal with as much of it as I can, and I’m dividing it up into parts so that its admittedly tedious length can be bearable. The page numbers I’m using to quote or reference scenes are based on this edition.

I’ll start by mentioning the more obvious themes of the novel, including childhood trauma brought on by bullying, family abuse, and ethnic and racial prejudice. With this trauma comes repressed memory causing a total forgetting of all that happened in Derry, both when the protagonists (“the Losers Club“) were kids and immediately after having killed It once and for all. Connected to this forgetting is, in turn, the collective looking-the-other-way that the residents of Derry always do whenever something evil happens.

On another level, one hardly dealt with beyond brief nods to it in the two movies, and not dealt with at all in the TV miniseries, is the dualistic cosmology of It. While It, in Its typical form of Pennywise the Dancing Clown, is the principle of darkness, evil, and chaos, the principle of light, good, and order is represented in the form of a giant turtle named Maturin, which was little doubt influenced by various myths about the world being supported on the back of a giant turtle.

So Maturin, having vomited out and thus created the universe, is like God to Pennywise’s Satan. Maturin would be maturing, putting away the childish things of clownish Pennywise, just as the Losers’ quest to defeat Pennywise and thus face their fears ridding themselves of their traumas, is their own putting away of childish things.

III: After the Flood (1957)

To keep the Biblical allusions coming, the story begins with a rainstorm in Derry, and in the neighbourhood where Bill and George Denbrough live, little Georgie wants to play with a paper boat–made by his big brother Bill–his little ark in the Great Flood. “By that time, many people in Derry had begun to make nervous jokes about arks.” (page 4)

To finish making the paper boat for George, Bill-being too sick in bed with a fever to get it himself–wants George to go down to the cellar and get the paraffin. The cellar–which as I said above, is as symbolic of hell, the unconscious, and the Collective Shadow as is the sewage system–is terrifying to the little boy.

The smell of the cellar is awful, made worse by the flood (page 9)–recall the Great Flood allusion made above, and connect this all with the apocalyptic deluge ending of the novel. Down there, Georgie sees an old can of Turtle Wax; he stares at it in a daze for almost half a minute (pages 9 and 10). Naturally: in such a devilish dungeon, the frightened little boy would want to bond with Pennywise’s angelic opposite.

Though annoyed and impatient with his little brother’s fear of the cellar, Bill nonetheless loves him, and shows that love by making the paper boat as well as he can for little Georgie’s enjoyment. The little boy goes out in the rain in his raincoat with the boat, innocently unaware of how the Great Flood allusions are foreshadowing of his imminent, violent death.

When the paper boat slips into the storm drain, he’s so preoccupied with getting it back that he doesn’t seem anywhere near as scared of the dark underground as he was of the cellar. And instead of seeing the God-like turtle, he meets Satanic Pennywise, who like the Big Bad Wolf to Little Red Riding Hood, puts on the charm for Little Yellow Rain-Slicker. (Note in this connection that, in Charles Perrault‘s version of the children’s tale, she is eaten up by the Big Bad Wolf [symbolic of a child molester], and that’s the end of her–she simply dies, just like Georgie.)

In this iconic scene, which is probably the first that comes to mind when anyone thinks of It, just before Pennywise bites off Georgie’s arm and leaves him to bleed to death, he says, “Everything down here floats,” after saying, “when you’re down here with me, you’ll float, too” (page 18). Everything floats like a balloon filled with air; every dead soul floats down in Hades, the air of its spirit wandering aimlessly and hopelessly.

The violent tearing-off of Georgie’s arm is a symbolic castration of the sort, given his age (six), that represents, in Lacanian terms, the traumatic shift from the comfort of the dyadic, Oedipal, mother-to-son relationship to one with the larger society, as personified by the intervention of a third party, the father. Properly understood, the Oedipus complex in its expanded sense is a universal, narcissistic trauma, in which the child must learn to give up the dyadic, one-on-one relationship with one parent (traditionally, the mother), a relationship in which the child wants to hog the one parent all to him- or herself, and the child must accept sharing this parent, as well as all other people, with the world.

This giving-up of the one parent who’s done everything for you to share him or her with others, who has been conceived as an extension of oneself, and going from other to Other, to use Lacanian terms, is too difficult for some to do, as Georgie’s death can be seen to symbolize (i.e., he leaves his house, goes out into society, and he gets killed). This stage in life is a shift from the dyadic, narcissistic Imaginary (represented by seeing oneself in a mirror, or looking in the loving eyes of one’s smiling mother, whose face is a metaphorical mirror) to the social, cultural, and linguistic norms of the Symbolic, the entering of people other than one’s Oedipally-desired parent into one’s life, forcing one to interact with many people.

This is a traumatic change in a child’s life. The difficulty of accepting the social world of the Symbolic, wit its shared language and customs, can result in a clumsy adjustment to it, as symbolized by Bill’s stammer. His trauma over his little brother’s death stems from guilt over having failed to protect Georgie, which in turn can be seen to have stemmed from an unconscious wish to remove Georgie, so Bill can have his mom and dad to himself.

This trauma of entering society, sharing those you love with others, and dealing with nasty people is dealt with and developed in many different forms throughout the novel. Bill is bullied for his stutter; Beverly Marsh is bullied for being a girl who hangs out with a bunch of boys (i.e., she’s slut-shamed); Stanley Uris, a Jew, has to deal with antisemitic prejudice; Mike Hanlon has to put up with, among other things, being called a “nigger”; Ben Hanscom as a kid is bullied for being fat; Eddie Kaspbrak is picked on for being weak, an asthmatic hypochondriac, and having an overprotective mother; and Richie Tozier is bullied for his loudmouthed antics and his often inappropriately-timed attempts at humour (being a “four-eyes” doesn’t help him, either).

IV: After the Festival (1984)

Another example of the nastiness of entering society, as opposed to staying only with the one you love, is when, in 1984, Adrian Mellon and his partner, Don Hagarty, are harassed by a group of homophobic punks, the situation escalating to Adrian’s murder, him being thrown off a bridge. While the group of punks clearly parallels Henry Bowers’s gang of bullies who terrorize the Losers in the late 1950s, with Adrian’s death is also the presence of Pennywise (pages 23-24).

The point is that, on the literal level of It, Pennywise is the killer, but on the symbolic level, he personifies trauma and the frequent inability to overcome that trauma. It’s especially difficult for little kids to do so, and that’s why Pennywise typically kills children. When King created It as appearing usually in the form of a clown, it was because he concluded that children fear clowns “more than anything else in the world.” It feeds on people’s fears.

One way we could think of calling the monster “It” is as a pun on id, that part of us that desires, wants, and craves, typically to the point that is socially unacceptable or wrong. It craves the kids as food, satisfying Its hunger on them.

Now, of course, to say that It is merely a personification of the id is a grotesque, even absurd oversimplification, since there’s obviously so much more to It than animalistic desire. Still, seeing “It” as a pun on id is helpful in that it orients us in the right direction as to understand what the monster in the sewers really symbolizes. The id is completely repressed and in the unconscious…not partially–fully. Those sewers are the unconscious. They represent repressed memory; this is why the Losers forget everything that happened in Derry when they were kids…all except Mike, who never left the town, and has worked there as a librarian right up to the 1980s part of the story.

So when It has finished Its 27-odd-year hibernation, It resumes Its preying on kids in the town, the way repressed traumas keep coming back to the surface in some form or another. No matter how hard we try to hold the traumas back, they keep resurfacing, coming back up from the dark, smelly sewers of our minds.

V: Six Phone Calls (1985)

And so, remembering the promise that all of the members of the Losers Club made when they were kids after defeating It in the late 1950s–that if It came back to terrorize Derry again–that they would all come back to Derry, too, and kill It once and for all, Mike starts calling up all of his old friends to tell them about the problem.

Even as adults, some people cannot handle facing their old trauma head on, so when Stan Uris receives his phone call from Mike, instead of packing his things and heading back to Derry to keep his promise, he goes into his bathroom ostensibly to take a bath, but gets razorblades, and “slits his inner forearms open from wrist to the crook of the elbow” (page 76). With his blood, he uses his finger to write IT “on the blue tiles above the tub” (page 76).

Before Stan even receives the call from Mike, there is a long section describing how his life has been since the late 1950s, and sandwiched in between many of these events is a brief reference to those scary days, a kind of God-is-dead moment of despair, foreshadowing Stan’s suicide “The turtle couldn’t help us.” (page 62, King’s emphasis)

The Losers each have different ways of hanging onto their traumas. We’ve seen how Stan has hung onto his so much that he’d rather kill himself than face them again. Mike has hung onto his by being the only Loser to stay in Derry and to research the history of Pennywise; his writing down and journaling of events is his way of processing his traumas.

Bill processes his traumas by writing about them in the form of horror novels; he’s so focused on depicting the traumas vividly that he’s developed a talent at it and become a successful author, even married to a movie actress, Audra.

Other Losers have ways of hanging onto their traumas in a way best described through object relations theory, that is, how one’s early childhood relationships (e.g., with one’s parents) become repeated in later relationships. We see these repeated patterns in Eddie and Beverly.

Eddie’s mother is obese and overprotective of him, instilling an intense hypochondria and fear of germs in him. His choice of a wife, Myra, is similar in both her physicality and personality. Eddie “looked from Mother to Myra and back again to Mother.
“They could have been sisters. The resemblance was that close.” (page 118)

Beverly’s father, Alvin Marsh, is abusive and controlling, always ‘worrying about her,’ and suspecting she’s been fooling around with boys. She ends up marrying Tom Rogan, also an abusive, controlling man. Eddie and Beverly continue in dysfunctional relationships because they know no other way to relate to people. Someone like Tom preys on emotionally vulnerable women like Beverly, and he was able to spot her vulnerabilities easily: “But she was weak…weak somehow. It was as if she was sending out radio signals which only he could receive.” (page 137)

Richie Tozier has always dealt with his trauma through his joking around, a defence mechanism for coping with the terror around him by psychologically running away from it and reaching the opposite, happy side. In this way, his humour is a kind of manic defence, an avoidance of pain and sadness by putting on a happy, excited front. Connected to this avoidance of reality through frivolity is his vast array of fake Voices, which are the wearing of a False Self to hide his True Self. Though not on a pathologically narcissistic level for Richie, this fakery of his is narcissism on a small scale, a defence against the psychological fragmentation that could result if his childhood traumas, exacerbated by Pennywise, were to push him over the edge.

When Mike phones Richie to come back to Derry, the latter is again doing one of his Voices, not one of the comical ones he does on the radio as a DJ, “but a warm, rich, confident Voice. An I’m-All-Right Voice. It sounded great, but it was a lie. Just like all the other Voices were lies.” (page 77) So Richie has hung onto his trauma through this ongoing comic routine, and through the use of these fake Voices.

The record collection he has as a DJ, the vaults of records, his collection of Golden Oldies, were also a cover for something much darker. “They’re not records but dead bodies. You buried them deep but […] the ground is spitting them up to the surface. You’re not Rich ‘Records’ Tozier down there; down there you’re just Richie ‘Four-Eyes’ Tozier […] Those aren’t doors, and they’re not opening. Those are crypts, Richie. (pages 82-83)

As the memories come back to him, Richie remembers Henry Bowers chasing him, “and he felt more crypts cracking open inside of him.” (page 84)

Ben seems to have been doing the opposite of hanging onto his childhood traumas. He lost his weight with proud determination and kept it off, all the way to the mid-1980s, when he’s received his phone call from Mike…and this is why he needs to get drunk at the local bar before going back to Derry.

While Ben is doing heavy drinking instead of overeating as he did as a kid, the association of childhood trauma and ingesting a form of food is still here, for psychological purposes. There’s also a dialectical relationship between his so complete amnesia over his childhood in Derry that he doesn’t even know of the amnesia (page 104), and hanging onto the trauma, as we saw in the marital choices of Eddie and Beverly, or in Bill’s relapsed stammer.

Part II is coming soon.

Stephen King, It, New York, Pocket Books, 1986

My Novella, ‘The Targeter,’ Is Now Available on Amazon

My surreal novella, The Targeter, is now published on Amazon. It’s a quick read, only 111 pages, including the ‘about the author’ page. It’s also only US$14.55. Here’s the link to the Amazon page.

The novella is about a despairing 40-year-old English teacher from the West but living as an expat in Taiwan who–due to his apocalyptic, potentially nuclear, WW3 predicament, in which a civil war in China has made his home a warzone–has given up on life. Feeling there’s no way out of his situation (he’s estranged from his Western family), he decides to get drunk on bourbon and stoned on pot, ecstasy, and ketamine. In his stoned stupor, he begins a long reverie of himself as a quasi-Buddha figure (‘the targeter’ is a pun on Tathāgata, and it reflects his wish ‘to hit the target,’ or not sin), a comparison of his own life events with the mythical biography of Siddartha Gautama (he calls himself Sid Arthur Gordimer). As the war draws closer and closer to him, his being under the influence has made him blithely indifferent to the fact that, wandering out in the streets where the gunfire and bombing are going on, he’s walking right into his own death.

I wish again to thank the publishers of Alien Buddha Press for putting my short book in print!

My Short Story, ‘The Harvest,’ Is Now Published in This Alien Buddha Press Anthology

They’re Conspiring Against the Alien Buddha Too! is now published on Amazon, and here’s a link to it. My short story, ‘The Harvest,’ is on page 52 in the anthology. The paperback is $16.99.

Other writers who have written great stories and poetry for the anthology are Aishwariya Laxmi, E.W. Farnsworth, Lynn White, L.B. Sedlacek, James Schwartz, Zachary Kocanda, Mark Heathcote, Tulpa Fedrodianna-McAngophora, Robert J.W., (my story comes next in this order), Joan McNerney, Andrew K. Arnett, Brian Simmons, Cliff McNish, D. Rudd-Mitchell, Robert Walton, J. Rocky Colavito, Joseph Farley, Bryan Franco, Nick Romeo, Buck Weiss, James Dorr, Mark Lipman, Brendan Jesus, Roberta Beach Jacobson, Shannon O’Connor, and Collin J. Rae.

Please go check out this great anthology, now that it’s out!

Publication of ‘They’re Conspiring Against The Alien Buddha Too!,’ by Alien Buddha Press, on July 4th

This is to announce the publication of a new anthology of short stories about conspiracies, called They’re Conspiring Against The Alien Buddha Too! It’s being published by Alien Buddha Press, the same people who published–in a poetry collection–a few poems of mine, namely ‘Gaza’ and ‘Stomping,’ and who will publish my novella, The Targeter, in a few weeks, too.

In this particular anthology of short stories, I have one included, called ‘The Harvest.’ Other writers in the anthology are Aishwariya Laxmi, E.W. Farnsworth, Lynn White, L.B. Sedlacek, James Schwartz, Zachary Kocanda, Mark Heathcote, Tulpa Fedrodianna-McAngophora, Robert J.W., (my story comes next in this order), Joan McNerney, Andrew K. Arnett, Brian Simmons, Cliff McNish, D. Rudd-Mitchell, Robert Walton, J. Rocky Colavito, Joseph Farley, Bryan Franco, Nick Romeo, Buck Weiss, James Dorr, Mark Lipman, Brendan Jesus, Roberta Beach Jacobson, Shannon O’Connor, and Collin J. Rae.

I want to thank Red, Dave, and any- and everybody else involved in Alien Buddha Press for including ‘The Harvest’ in this publication. Remember, Dear Readers, to check out this book on Amazon on the 4th of July, a date so easy to remember!

Publication of ‘The Targeter,’ a Surreal Novella, by Alien Buddha Press, on July 14th

This is my new novella, originally published chapter by chapter here on my blog, but now you can gain access to all the chapters easily without searching my blog’s archives.

It will be released on July 14th on Amazon. It’s a quick read, only 111 pages, including the ‘about the author’ page.

It’s about a despairing 40-year-old English teacher in Taiwan who–due to his apocalyptic, potentially nuclear, WW3 predicament, in which a civil war in China has made his home a warzone–has given up on life. Feeling there’s no way out of his situation, he decides to get drunk on bourbon and stoned on pot, ecstasy, and ketamine. In his stoned stupor, he begins a long reverie of himself as a quasi-Buddha figure (‘the targeter’ is a pun on Tathāgata, and it reflects his wish ‘to hit the target,’ or not sin), a comparison of his own life events with the mythical biography of Siddartha Gautama (he calls himself Sid Arthur Gordimer). As the war draws closer and closer to him, his being under the influence has made him blithely indifferent to the fact that, wandering out in the streets where the gunfire and bombing are going on, he’s walking right into his own death.

I want to thank the publishers of Alien Buddha Press for putting my short book in print!

‘Gaya,’ a Surreal Adventure–Chapter Thirteen (Final Chapter)

Tesel, Lia, and their surviving comrades watched all the bodies of the slain pass through Gaya’s rectum and go outside her planetary body.

“It’s sad to see our fellow fighters go out that way,” Lia said, “yet it’s also gratifying to see Aisa and the rest of our enemies being shat out. That is truly fitting.”

“Let’s get out of here,” Tesel said. “Speaking of shit, the stink here is intolerable.”

They left the rectum and passed through a tunnel leading to Gaya’s vagina. They then heard voices from above.

Cecil,look!Gaya’seyesopenedabit!
Hey,you’reright,Lila!Theydid!Isshecomingoutofhercoma?
Maybe.Ihopeso.

“The gods are speaking again,” Tesel said.

“Let’s go out that way ahead,” Lia said. “Maybe we’ll be able to hear what they’re saying more clearly.”

The warriors went through the birth canal to the opening. As they emerged, they felt a huge wave of water washing all over them, soothing their wounds and healing them. Coming out of Gaya’s birth canal, the warriors felt as if they were now newborn babies, innocent, unspotted…pure.

Their energy and strength were all brought back to them. They crawled up either side, along Gaya’s labia, in the direction of her clitoral hood. Tesel’s hands reached up and held on to the clitoral glans.

“Well,” he said with pleasant surprise. “What do you know?”

“Amazing,” Lia said with a snort. “A man has actually found the clitoris.”

The warriors continued their climb upward. At the top, they marched through the tall grasses of Gaya’s pubic hair, then reached her belly.

They all looked up to the sky. Instead of air all around and above them, though, it was all water. Gaya’s body, the ground they were walking on, was like the bottom of the sea. The ‘sky’ was actually the surface of an ocean that went on forever in all the other directions.

“We’re breathing water,” Lia said. “We’re like fish.”

They realized that Gaya must have been floating in all of this water, for they saw the naked bodies of other giant men and women floating in this dark ocean, like planets in this, so to speak, underwater solar system.

They looked up high and saw two thin, long slits in the upper water. Inside these slits were light from a…room?…and what looked like parts of the faces of a man and woman looking down on Gaya. The man’s face looked a little like Tesel’s, the woman’s, a little like Lia’s.

“A god and a goddess, looking down at us!” Lia said.

“They look like giant versions of the two of us, Lia!” Tesel said.

“What are they saying?” she asked. “Let’s listen.”

Doctor, Doctor, come here! I think Gaya is coming out of her coma! What do you think?

Tesel and Lia now saw another man’s face through those slits. The earplugs of what seemed to be a stethoscope were in his ears.

Let me check her heartbeat. Yes, her eyes are opening slightly. This is a good sign, but we’ll have to wait and see. We don’t want to get our hopes up too high. We mustn’t rush things.

“Are the gods saying that our planet is healing?” Lia asked.

“It seems that way,” Tesel said. “I hope so. Let’s roam around Gaya’s body and see if she’s getting better.”

The surviving warriors continued walking up Gaya’s belly toward the rolling hills of her breasts. Her skin was generally pale, but it seemed to be getting its colour back. Similarly, though she seemed quite emaciated when they’d just emerged from her vaginal orifice, she seemed to be getting more and more flesh back on her body, returning to her original shapely figure.

They marched between the breasts and saw her head, the chin up front. They went over there and got a closer look at her face. Her eyes were almost completely shut, her hair was spread out like the branches of trees, and her skin was getting its colour back.

Her eyes opened a bit more, ever so slightly.

Some more light shone down from above. Tesel, Lia, and the others all looked up at those slits, which were both a little wider now. The fighters could see those three giants looking down on them with hopeful, teary eyes and broad, loving smiles.

“The gods seem happy to see our planet regaining her health,” Lia said, with tears of her own in her eyes.

“Yes,” Tesel said, smiling. “I think she’s going to be all right.”

THE END

‘Gaya,’ a Surreal Adventure–Chapter Twelve

Before Tesel was ready to lead his warriors into battle, he wanted to survey the entire fighting masses of Aisa’s men. Sure enough, as was predicted from the killing of Kappitta, it was as though the whole army of the enemy had lost its brain, or at least their control of their brains.

That giant worm had been their collective brain, and it was gone; so Aisa’s men were just haphazardly slashing their swords in the air, sometimes cutting–and even killing, occasionally–each other, and sometimes cutting into the tunnel walls, hurting an already terribly ailing Gaya. Tesel knew he had to act fast to stop the wounding of their beloved planet. But as directionless as Aisa’s army were, there was still one big problem for Tesel and his army.

There were still so many more of the enemy to fight.

Gujon was trying his best to conjure up images of dancing nude women to entice and distract Tesel’s men from the soon-to-be fight, but the magician was as unable to focus and give direction to his arts as the rest of the enemy were. As a result, the dancing nude ‘women’ were actually monstrosities with legs for arms and vice versa, heads for breasts and vice versa, and many other comically misplaced or incomplete body parts.

Tesel’s army laughed at the absurd spectacle.

“There’s no need for me to tell you all that this is just one of Gujon’s illusions, is there, men?” Tesel shouted.

“NO!!!” his men shouted back with more laughter.

“Still,” he said, “there are so many more of them than there are of us. I see what must be at least twenty men for each of ours. They fight aimlessly and wildly, but still tirelessly, and they’re amazingly quick. Many of us will still die.”

“If not all of us dying,” Fil muttered.

“Let’s just hope their slashing continues to kill enough of them so we can win,” Lia said.

“She’s right to hope for that, Fil,” Tesel said. “As hard as this will be, we have to keep trying. Gaya needs us, remember.”

Fil sneaked another swig of his drink. “Very well, then,” he said, then sighed. “Let’s do this.”

“Men!” Tesel shouted. “ATTACK!!!”

His army ran at Aisa’s, screaming with their swords held high.

The problem with the wild, chaotic flailing of the swords of Aisa’s men was that their movements were unpredictable for Tesel’s army. A lot of his fighters were surprised to receive slashes and stabbings from blades that seemed to fly from out of nowhere, because those swords were moving at what seemed lightning speed.

So while a lot of Aisa’s men fell quickly from the thrusts of the swords of Tesel’s fighters (as well as those of Aisa’s own aimless men), a lot of Tesel’s men fell early on in the fighting, too.

Fil ran over to where Gujon, also slicing his sword wildly in the air, was. He watched Gujon’s swiftly whipping blade like a hawk, looking for an opening to stab into. He found one, and thrust his sword in the magician’s left side, just under his rib cage. Gujon fell, and all those bizarre-looking, anatomically incorrect nude dancing women vanished.

“Good,” Fil said. “Now we don’t have their comical spectacle to distract us.”

He looked around for another high-ranking enemy to fight. Amid the sea of blood and clashing swords, he found Lew, Aisa’s second-in-command. Hungry for his enemy’s blood, Fil grinned and raised his sword.

“Lew!” he shouted at him. “It’s me, Fil! Follow my voice and fight me, you bastard!”

Lew rushed with a warrior’s yell in Fil’s direction. Fil watched his wildly swinging sword, careful to find the right time to parry it.

Lew came slashing down from high over his head, and Fil blocked his sword with a piercing metallic clang. Their swords were locked in that position, both of them using all of their strength trying to push in and overpower the other while staring hatefully in each other’s eyes.

Lia was close by, fighting Titos, another of Aisa’s top men, his battle strategist. Her eyes were locked on his sword, which flew about so quickly and wildly that it seemed almost invisible to her.

At one point, she saw a way in, swung her sword in a wide arc from right to left, and sliced through his throat just when he was about to hack off her left arm. Instead, he only cut a mark in it just below her shoulder, then he dropped his sword and clutched at his bloody throat with his other hand before falling.

Ignoring her pain, she turned to her left to see how Fil was doing, but she was too late: she heard him grunt in pain and cough out blood, with Lew’s sword stabbed all the way through his gut and out of his lower back. Her comrade fell to the ground, his last movement.

“No!!!” she screamed, and as Lew was pulling his sword out of Fil’s bloodied guts, she swung her sword down and sliced off Lew’s head. She looked with satisfaction as his head rolled along the floor to the bottom of Gaya’s rectal wall. “Goodbye, old friend,” she said with a choking voice as she looked at Fil’s lifeless body.

Just then, out of the corner of her eye, she saw another of Aisa’s men yelling and charging at her with his sword slashing maniacally in the air. Noting that his sword wasn’t about to come down just yet, she pushed out her sword so that when he’d come close enough, it would just run him straight through.

It did; he fell.

As Tesel was slashing and killing many of the enemy, his quickly darting eyes were also trying to survey the area to know how the progress of the battle was going. He noted that, while many of his own fighters had surely died, many more of Aisa’s men had fallen not only at the hands of those of Tesel, but also from their own aimless, thoughtless sword-swinging.

With fewer and fewer of the enemy to fight, he was able to spot Aisa himself among the bodies of the dead as well as those still fighting.

“Aisa!” he shouted. “It’s Tesel! Follow my voice, come and fight me, or be a coward!”

Aisa’s ears pricked at the calling of his name, found the location of the voice, in spite of his lunatic disorientation from the death of Kappitta, and charged in the direction of the voice, screaming so loudly as he ran there as to make Tesel’s shouting seem like mere whispers.

“Tesel!” Aisa screamed.

When he arrived, Aisa swung his sword in a wide, horizontal arc in an attempt to behead Tesel, who ducked just in time to avoid that. As Aisa was running past, Tesel lunged, trying to stab Aisa in the gut, but his foe also dodged him in time.

Tesel watched Aisa standing by, twirling his sword over and around his head like a madman, his wild eyes never making contact with Tesel’s, but Aisa then slowly began walking toward him as if he had an intuitive sense of where his enemy was. Tesel never took his eyes off of Aisa’s swinging sword, it moving almost too fast for the eyes to follow, though Tesel managed to follow it through perfect concentration.

The two adversaries took slow, careful steps toward each other. Tesel kept watching that twirling sword, looking for an opening that just wouldn’t appear.

“You’re a dead man, Tesel,” Aisa grunted. “I might not be able to see you directly or thrust or slash with precise aim, but I can swing my sword around so fast, and so tirelessly, that not only will you never get your sword past mine, but I’m also sure to cut you down sooner or later.”

“You always were too proud for your own good, Aisa,” Tesel said, then their swords started clashing with strikes coming again and again so fast that it sounded like a metallic rattling.

Their swords locked at one point, and as they held them there, trying to push ahead and overpower each other, Aisa’s wild eyes finally made contact with Tesel’s. The men exchanged malicious looks, staring each other down as they tried to push each other’s sword away.

“You’re going…to die, Tesel,” Aisa growled. “Enjoy your last…few moments…of life.”

Tesel grinned defiantly at those words.

They released swords and resumed their quick slashing. Aisa swiped a long red line on Tesel’s right arm. He let out a light groan of pain, then ignored the hurt and the blood.

Their swords repeatedly clashed again, with that quick rattle. Tesel swung over Aisa’s ducking head. Aisa slashed a shallow cut in Tesel’s left side. Again, he ignored the blood and the pain.

As for the rest of the fighters, all of Aisa’s men had finally fallen, some killed by Tesel’s men, others having accidentally killed each other as before. Lia and the surviving men now stood in a circle watching Tesel’s and Aisa’s duel.

Aisa swiped his sword in a wide, horizontal arc, and Tesel jumped back, but not far enough. He got a slash across his chest; fortunately, it wasn’t so deep that it would kill him, but the pain caused him to scream out loud. He fell back for a second.

“He’s dead at last!” Aisa shouted with a grin. “Now, to finish off the rest of them!”

He saw the circle of Tesel’s surviving army, then saw Lia. He ran at her with his sword flailing in all directions.

“Time for you to die, bitch!” he shouted.

She raised her sword to get ready, but didn’t need to. Tesel came at Aisa from behind and ran his sword through Aisa’s guts.

He shook for several seconds and looked down in shock at the tip of Tesel’s sword pushing out of his bloody belly. Then he looked back at his killer.

“I told you: you’re too proud for your own good, Aisa,” Tesel said, then Aisa fell to the ground.

The survivors were too exhausted to shout a hurrah of victory. They just heaved sighs of relief that it was finally all over and dropped to the ground, in desperate need of rest and bandaged wounds.

‘Gaya,’ a Surreal Adventure–Chapter Eleven

“Attack!” Tesel shouted.

All the soldiers behind him, Lia, and Fil rushed at the monster, yelling in a mad frenzy with their swords held high. Especially wild in their racing at Kappitta were those men who’d contemplated deserting, so eager were they to redeem themselves and to be purged of their former selfish thoughts and shame.

…and all of these were the first to be sucked, by a powerful inhalation, into the giant worm’s mouth.

As they were sucked in screaming, the others were able to get past the mouth and stand on either side of Kappitta’s long, snaky body. They immediately began stabbing their swords into its sides, spraying its blood all over themselves and making it wail deafeningly in pain.

The men sucked inside weren’t dead just yet: they were frantically jabbing their swords into the beast’s insides, trying to make as many internal stab wounds as possible in, they hoped, its vital organs before its enzymes fried and melted their bodies. The fighters outside were heartened at the sight of those internal sword pokes bulging out, inspiring their own external sword lunges to be all the more furious. They tried their best not to let their lowered spirits affect that vigorous thrusting when they no longer saw those internal sword bulges.

Many of these fighters, however, had their spirits far more than lowered when Kappitta swung its serpentine length to crush them against the tunnel walls.

“Lia! Fil!” Tesel shouted. “Let’s try climbing up on top of its head! We can try stabbing at its eyes and its brain! Come, let’s hurry up there!”

The surviving soldiers stabbed more aggressively into the sides of the giant worm to distract it from Tesel, Lia, and Fil climbing up its head. Once on top, the three of them started stabbing–Lia and Fil reaching for each of its eyes, and Tesel searching for Kappitta’s brain with his sword.

The monster tried bucking the three of them, but with little success: they just bounced on top without falling off, causing mere brief interruptions of their stabbing. Kappitta tried crushing the three against the ceiling of the tunnel, too, but it was too high; no raising of its head could get high enough.

One of the fighters on the sides saw the height of the ceiling and what the three were doing. She got an idea.

“Hey!” she shouted out to those near her. “Let’s do what our leaders did! Let’s climb on top. Kappitta can’t raise its body high enough to crush us against the tunnel’s ceiling! Let’s go! The others should follow!”

She and those who heard her immediately started their climb. The worm swung its body and crushed several fighters against the tunnel wall, but it was the wall opposite that of the side where the other climbers were, so most of them got to the top.

One of them, however, fell off, and when lying on the floor Kappitta rolled on top of her and crushed her. The other climbers were on top of the worm by that time, and they began stabbing it. Its blood was spraying everywhere, and its wails hurt its enemies’ ears.

Again, Kappitta tried to buck those on top of it. Tesel, Lia, and Fil managed to stay on top by keeping their stabbed swords deep inside of its body and hanging on tight to the hilts; most of the others who’d just climbed on stayed where they were, too, but two of them fell off. The worm twisted its body, rolled on the pair, and killed them.

Those fighters still on the ground and stabbing Kappitta in its sides were growing tired, but tried to ignore their waning energy and kept stabbing and slicing…though slower. The worm swung the middle of its body at some of them, crushing them against the tunnel wall. It was losing strength, too, and moving slower.

When that swing of its body came, one of the men closer to its head dodged out of the way, but came up to its mouth. It gave a strong inhalation and sucked him in screaming. He’d dropped his sword, so he couldn’t even stab inside as his body went struggling inside, punching and kicking…until the bulges in its body from his punches and kicks were no more.

Kappitta felt a new surge of energy, thanks to this latest snack, and it bucked those on top again, causing one of those on its back to fall off. It rolled its body and crushed him on the floor, while also smashing some of the men on the side against the wall and killing them, too.

A few men on the sides saw those on the top, and decided to climb up, too; though as they started their climb, the worm swung its body again, crushing them against the wall.

Lia and Fil were still reaching for the eyes, but they were too far out of reach, especially after the bucking and swinging had knocked them further back down the head.

Lia, however, finally managed to crawl forward far enough. She gave a forceful lunge and stabbed Kappitta’s right eye. The monster let out an ear-splitting wail, then bucked hard. She fell off, and landed right in front of that huge mouth.

She jumped to the side just before it inhaled, but she got pulled in by her feet, just enough for it to close its lips around her lower legs. She screamed, then hacked at its lips to free herself. They hugged her legs tightly, hurting them.

Fil stabbed his sword into its other eye, blinding it completely. It wailed again, letting Lia go. She scrambled to her feet as quickly as she could, in spite of her legs’ soreness, and tried to run away from the mouth, but it inhaled again, this time sucking her whole body inside.

…and at just that point, Tesel stabbed his sword all the way into its head, piercing its grapefruit-sized brain and making the animal slump on the floor, lifeless.

They could hear Lia screaming just behind the lips. The stabs of her sword from inside were poking holes through the lips.

The survivors from the sides rushed over to help her. Tesel and Fil got down from the head.

“Hurry up and cut her out!” Tesel shouted. “Before any enzymes flow out and kill her!”

All the men hacked with their swords at the lips, as she continued to do from inside, until she could get out.

…and she came out, trembling all over, soaked in slimy worm saliva.

Some fighters came over with cloths and rags to wipe her dry. As soon as they touched her, though, she started screaming and flailing her sword wildly. A woman fighter then approached her with her arms out, ready to hug her, and she calmed down a bit.

“It’s OK, it’s OK,” she said to Lia as she put her arms around her. “Kappitta is dead. You’re safe. It’s all over.” Lia sobbed a bit.

Tesel and Fil looked back at all of the remaining fighters, then at all those crushed on the tunnel walls and floor.

“How many do you think we lost?” Fil asked Tesel.

“At least half of those we had before this fight,” Tesel said, frowning. “Aisa’s army will be directionless in their fighting when we confront them, but they’ll surely have well over twice as many warriors as we have.”

“We’ll have to hope that the wild swinging of their swords will result in them cutting down a large number of their own,” Fil said.

“Perhaps, but that wild, directionless swinging of swords will also cut into much of Gaya’s body, whether intended or not,” Tesel said. “For that reason, we must hurry down there.”

The soldiers marched double time again, passing along the seemingly endless length of Kappitta’s corpse, then through the stomach chamber…so dismayingly empty of food…and into the filthy, reeking tunnels of the intestines, where they could faintly hear the wild clanging of swords, surely those of Aisa’s men.

“Oh, by the gods,” Fil said as he held his nose. “I don’t know which to dread more–Aisa’s men, or this smell!”

As they were approaching the rectal area with even more reluctance (and this reluctance says nothing of the upcoming fight!), they heard voices from the gods above again:

Lila,didyouhearwhathappenedtoAsa?
No,Phil.Whathappened?
Cecilgotintoanastyfightwithhim,andevenstabbedhim!Asa’sdead.
Oh,myGod!HasCecilbeencharged?
No,itwasself-defence.Asahadtheknifefirst.He’soutofthepicture,though,forgood.
Really,Phil?
Yeah,Cecil’stakingoverproductionofourfilms,andweknowhe’lltreatusallmuchbetter.
That’sgoodnews.IfonlywecouldgetsomegoodnewsforGaya.

These words, in a way inexplicable to the troops, who still couldn’t make out the unclear language, gave them some courage…which they were going to need, right at that time.

For in the rectum, Aisa’s chaotically flailing, massive army was right there, ready to fight.