Pet
Sematary was my first encounter with Stephen King, either his books or
films. No, I am not living in a cave. No, I do not think horror is evil. I just
hadn’t gotten to him until this year. A cousin whose recommendations I trust
told me this would be a good one to try out, and I’m very glad I did. I’m
already looking ahead at my to-read list, trying to figure out how soon I can
make the time to read another.
“Sometimes dead is better....When the Creeds
move into a beautiful old house in rural Maine, it all seems too good to be
true: physician father, beautiful wife, charming little daughter, adorable
infant son -- and now an idyllic home. As a family, they've got it all...right
down to the friendly cat. But the nearby woods hide a blood-chilling truth --
more terrifying than death itself...and hideously more powerful.” (synopsis ‘borrowed’
from Goodreads.)
From the
first few chapters I was completely and utterly lost in King’s world. A sign of
an amazing author is that you forget there is
an author. As you read, the writer seems to just disappear, leaving a pure and
unadulterated story. King mastered this. The “idyllic” setting this promised
was just that. The gorgeous setting he created gripped me before there was even
a whiff of mystery and horror. The rustic farmhouse, the wide open field behind
it, the path into the woods surrounded by tall grasses, all of it seemed taken straight
out of my favorite place in this world – a little corner of the Pacific
Northwest my family inhabits. Granted King’s ideal setting has less rain than
my real version of it.
But once you
venture past the immediate setting you find the dark corners that the plot
lives in. Follow the path into the woods and you come to the little “Pet
Sematary” that the town’s children have maintained for centuries. A circular
little clearing, surrounded by trees, and with a great wall of fallen branches on
one side, shutting it off from the rest of the forest – the “deadfall.”
Second to
the setting in terms of instant attention-grabbers, was the old man, Louis
Creed’s neighbor Jud. I’ve never truly loved a character in a horror story like
I loved Jud.
Louis Creed, who had lost his father at
three and who had never known a grandfather, never expected to find a father as
he entered his middle age, but that was exactly what happened…although he
called this man a friend, as a grown man must do when he finds the man who should
have been his father relatively late in life.
And this is
the role Jud plays throughout the entire novel. Jud was one of those characters
that I love so much because they seem to truly live. I was almost as interested
in Jud and his piece of the story as I was in the main character, Louis and his
family.
I don’t tend
to scare easily when I read, and that opens up the entire horror genre for my
amusement. I enjoy a little bit of a “creep-out” and I like it when it goes
even a little farther than that, maybe because it doesn’t happen too often. Well
I got my creep-out, and I closed the book for a few minutes because I could
tell it was going to go a lot farther
than that if I didn’t break my attention for just moment. Out of the many “terrifying”
moments in this book, none of them gave me my desired creep-out like the moment
Louis Creed heard Something moving in the woods behind the deadfall. Doesn’t
seem like much does it? But King builds an environment of such heavy, palpable
tension that it doesn’t take much.
There were
moments that made me want to cry, that made me laugh out loud, and that
infuriated me. By the final climax, I was so engrossed I ended up staying up
until 1 am to finish it. Oh, and the moment that infuriated me? Yes, it was
rage at a cheap writing trick I thought King was pulling, but it was uncalled
for. Just a page later everything was hunky-dory…or as hunky-dory as a Stephen
King novel can be. Reading involves a certain amount of trust. And trying new
author, you have no relationship with them and therefore trust is a bit more
fragile. But Stephen King earned my trust and respect with this novel, even if
I panicked for a moment.
If you’re
not a horror person at all, don’t bother. If you’re a horror connoisseur or just
trying to find a good book to break into the genre this is definitely a good one
to try. But never forget,
The soil of a man's heart is stonier…A man
grows what he can, and he tends it. 'Cause what you buy, is what you own. And
what you own... always comes home to you.
I look
forward to my next Stephen King book with great excitement, but I’m a little
worried none of them will hit me as well as this one did. The rustic setting
and gritty characters were exactly right for me. Any recommendations of what to
try next?
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