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About the Author
Date of Birth:September 21, 1947
Place of Birth:Portland, Maine
Education:B.S., University of Maine at Orono, 1970
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News item from the Westover (Me.) weekly Enterprise, August 19, 1966:
RAIN OF STONES REPORTED
It was reliably reported by several persons that a rain of stones fell from a clear blue sky on Carlin Street in the town of Chamberlain on August 17th. The stones fell principally on the home of Mrs. Margaret White, damaging the roof extensively and ruining two gutters and a downspout valued at approximately $25. Mrs. White, a widow, lives with her three-year-old daughter, Carietta.
Mrs. White could not be reached for comment.
Nobody was really surprised when it happened, not really, not at the subconscious level where savage things grow. On the surface, all the girls in the shower room were shocked, thrilled, ashamed, or simply glad that the White bitch had taken it in the mouth again. Some of them might also have claimed surprise, but of course their claim was untrue. Carrie had been going to school with some of them since the first grade, and this had been building since that time, building slowly and immutably, in accordance with all the laws that govern human nature, building with all the steadiness of a chain reaction approaching critical mass.
What none of them knew, of course, was that Carrie White was telekinetic.
Graffiti scratched on a desk of the Barker Street Grammar School in Chamberlain:
Carrie White eats shit.
The locker room was filled with shouts, echoes, and the subterranean sound of showers splashing on tile. The girls had been playing volleyball in Period One, and their morning sweat was light and eager.
Girls stretched and writhed under the hot water, squalling, flicking water, squirting white bars of soap from hand to hand. Carrie stood among them stolidly, a frog among swans. She was a chunky girl with pimples on her neck and back and buttocks, her wet hair completely without color. It rested against her face with dispirited sogginess and she simply stood, head slightly bent, letting the water splat against her fl esh and roll off. She looked the part of the sacrificial goat, the constant butt, believer in left-handed monkey wrenches, perpetual foul-up, and she was. She wished forlornly and constantly that Ewen High had individual—and thus private— showers, like the high schools at Westover or Lewiston. They stared. They always stared.
Showers turning off one by one, girls stepping out, removing pastel bathing caps, toweling, spraying deodorant, checking the clock over the door. Bras were hooked, underpants stepped into. Steam hung in the air; the place might have been an Egyptian bathhouse except for the constant rumble of the Jacuzzi whirlpool in the corner. Calls and catcalls rebounded with all the snap and flicker of billiard balls after a hard break.
“—so Tommy said he hated it on me and I—”
“—I’m going with my sister and her husband. He picks his nose but so does she, so they’re very—”
“—shower after school and—”
“—too cheap to spend a goddam penny so Cindi and I—”
Miss Desjardin, their slim, nonbreasted gym teacher, stepped in, craned her neck around briefly, and slapped her hands together once, smartly. “What are you waiting for, Carrie? Doom? Bell in five minutes.” Her shorts were blinding white, her legs not too curved but striking in their unobtrusive muscularity. A silver whistle, won in college archery competition, hung around her neck.
The girls giggled and Carrie looked up, her eyes slow and dazed from the heat and the steady, pounding roar of the water. “Ohuh?”
It was a strangely froggy sound, grotesquely apt, and the girls giggled again. Sue Snell had whipped a towel from her hair with the speed of a magician embarking on a wondrous feat and began to comb rapidly. Miss Desjardin made an irritated cranking gesture at Carrie and stepped out.
Carrie turned off the shower. It died in a drip and a gurgle.
It wasn’t until she stepped out that they all saw the blood running down her leg.
From The Shadow Exploded: Documented Facts and Specific Conclusions Derived from the Case of Carietta White, by David R. Congress (Tulane University Press: 1981), p. 34:
It can hardly be disputed that failure to note specific instances of telekinesis during the White girl’s earlier years must be attributed to the conclusion offered by White and Stearns in their paper Telekinesis: A Wild Talent Revisited—that the ability to move objects by effort of the will alone comes to the fore only in moments of extreme personal stress. The talent is well hidden indeed; how else could it have remained submerged for centuries with only the tip of the iceberg showing above a sea of quackery?
We have only skimpy hearsay evidence upon which to lay our foundation in this case, but even this is enough to indicate that a “TK” potential of immense magnitude existed within Carrie White. The great tragedy is that we are now all Monday-morning quarterbacks . . .
The catcall came first from Chris Hargensen. It struck the tiled walls, rebounded, and struck again. Sue Snell gasped laughter from her nose and felt an odd, vexing mixture of hate, revulsion, exasperation, and pity. She just looked so dumb, standing there, not knowing what was going on. God, you’d think she never—
It was becoming a chant, an incantation. Someone in the background (perhaps Hargensen again, Sue couldn’t tell in the jungle of echoes) was yelling, “Plug it up!” with hoarse, uninhibited abandon.
“PER-iod, PER-iod, PER-iod!”
Carrie stood dumbly in the center of a forming circle, water rolling from her skin in beads. She stood like a patient ox, aware that the joke was on her (as always), dumbly embarrassed but unsurprised.
Sue felt welling disgust as the first dark drops of menstrual blood struck the tile in dime-sized drops. “For God’s sake, Carrie, you got your period!” she cried. “Clean yourself up!”
She looked around bovinely. Her hair stuck to her cheeks in a curving helmet shape. There was a cluster of acne on one shoulder. At sixteen, the elusive stamp of hurt was already marked clearly in her eyes.
“She thinks they’re for lipstick!” Ruth Gogan suddenly shouted with cryptic glee, and then burst into a shriek of laughter. Sue remembered the comment later and fitted it into a general picture, but now it was only another senseless sound in the confusion. Sixteen? She was thinking. She must know what’s happening, she—
More droplets of blood. Carrie still blinked around at her classmates in slow bewilderment.
Helen Shyres turned around and made mock throwing-up gestures.
“You’re bleeding!” Sue yelled suddenly, furiously. “You’re bleeding, you big dumb pudding!”
Carrie looked down at herself.
The sound was very loud in the humid locker room.
A tampon suddenly struck her in the chest and fell with a plop at her feet. A red flower stained the absorbent cotton and spread.
Then the laughter, disgusted, contemptuous, horrified, seemed to rise and bloom into something jagged and ugly, and the girls were bombarding her with tampons and sanitary napkins, some from purses, some from the broken dispenser on the wall. They flew like snow and the chant became: “Plug it up, plug it up, plug it up, plug it—”
Sue was throwing them too, throwing and chanting with the rest, not really sure what she was doing—a charm had occurred to her mind and it glowed there like neon: There’s no harm in it really no harm in it really no harm— It was still flashing and glowing, reassuringly, when Carrie suddenly began to howl and back away, flailing her arms and grunting and gobbling.
The girls stopped, realizing that fission and explosion had finally been reached. It was at this point, when looking back, that some of them would claim surprise. Yet there had been all these years, all these years of let’s short-sheet Carrie’s bed at Christian Youth Camp and I found this love letter from Carrie to Flash Bobby Pickett let’s copy it and pass it around and hide her underpants somewhere and put this snake in her shoe and duck her King again, duck her again; Carrie tagging along stubbornly on biking trips, known one year as pudd’n and the next year as truck-face, always smelling sweaty, not able to catch up; catching poison ivy from urinating in the bushes and everyone finding out (hey, scratch-ass, your bum itch?); Billy Preston putting peanut butter in her hair that time she fell asleep in study hall; the pinches, the legs outstretched in school aisles to trip her up, the books knocked from her desk, the obscene postcard tucked into her purse; Carrie at the church picnic and kneeling down clumsily to pray and the seam of her old madras skirt splitting along the zipper like the sound of a huge wind-breakage; Carrie always missing the ball, even in kickball, falling on her face in Modern Dance during their sophomore year and chipping a tooth, running into the net during volleyball; wearing stockings that were always run, running, or about to run, always showing sweat stains under the arms of her blouses; even the time Chris Hargensen called up after school from the Kelly Fruit Company downtown and asked her if she knew that pig poop was spelled C- A- R- R- I- E: Suddenly all this and the critical mass was reached. The ultimate shit-on, gross-out, put-down, long searched for, was found. Fission.
She backed away, howling in the new silence, fat forearms crossing her face, a tampon stuck in the middle of her pubic hair.
The girls watched her, their eyes shining solemnly.
Carrie backed into the side of one of the four large shower compartments and slowly collapsed into a sitting position. Slow, helpless groans jerked out of her. Her eyes rolled with wet whiteness, like the eyes of a hog in the slaughtering pen.
Sue said slowly, hesitantly: “I think this must be the first time she ever— ”
That was when the door pumped open with a flat and hurried bang and Miss Desjardin burst in to see what the matter was.
From The Shadow Exploded (p. 41):
Both medical and psychological writers on the subject are in agreement that Carrie White’s exceptionally late and traumatic commencement of the menstrual cycle might well have provided the trigger for her latent talent.
It seems incredible that, as late as 1979, Carrie knew nothing of the mature woman’s monthly cycle. It is nearly as incredible to believe that the girl’s mother would permit her daughter to reach the age of nearly seventeen without consulting a gynecologist concerning the daughter’s failure to menstruate.
Yet the facts are incontrovertible. When Carrie White realized she was bleeding from the vaginal opening, she had no idea of what was taking place. She was innocent of the entire concept of menstruation.
One of her surviving classmates, Ruth Gogan, tells of entering the girls’ locker room at Ewen High School the year before the events we are concerned with and seeing Carrie using a tampon to blot her lipstick with. At that time Miss Gogan said: “What the hell are you up to?” Miss White replied: “Isn’t this right?” Miss Gogan then replied: “Sure. Sure it is.” Ruth Gogan let a number of her girl friends in on this (she later told this interviewer she thought it was “sorta cute”), and if anyone tried in the future to inform Carrie of the true purpose of what she was using to make up with, she apparently dismissed the explanation as an attempt to pull her leg. This was a facet of her life that she had become exceedingly wary of. . . .
When the girls were gone to their Period Two classes and the bell had been silenced (several of them had slipped quietly out the back door before Miss Desjardin could begin to take names), Miss Desjardin employed the standard tactic for hysterics: She slapped Carrie smartly across the face. She hardly would have admitted the pleasure the act gave her, and she certainly would have denied that she regarded Carrie as a fat, whiny bag of lard. A first-year teacher, she still believed that she thought all children were good.
Carrie looked up at her dumbly, face still contorted and working. “ M- M- Miss D- D- Des- D—”
“Get up,” Miss Desjardin said dispassionately.
“Get up and tend to yourself.”
“I’m bleeding to death!” Carrie screamed, and one blind, searching hand came up and clutched Miss Desjardin’s white shorts. It left a bloody handprint.
“I . . . you . . .” The gym teacher’s face contorted into a pucker of disgust, and she suddenly hurled Carrie, stumbling, to her feet. “Get over there!”
Carrie stood swaying between the showers and the wall with its dime sanitary-napkin dispenser, slumped over, breasts pointing at the floor, her arms dangling limply. She looked like an ape. Her eyes were shiny and blank.
“Now,” Miss Desjardin said with hissing, deadly emphasis, “you take one of those napkins out . . . no, never mind the coin slot, it’s broken anyway . . . take one and . . . damn it, will you do it! You act as if you never had a period before.”
“Period?” Carrie said.
Her expression of complete unbelief was too genuine, too full of dumb and hopeless horror, to be ignored or denied. A terrible and black foreknowledge grew in Rita Desjardin’s mind. It was incredible, could not be. She herself had begun menstruation shortly after her eleventh birthday and had gone to the head of the stairs to yell down excitedly: “Hey, Mum, I’m on the rag!”
“Carrie?” she said now. She advanced toward the girl. “Carrie?”
Carrie flinched away. At the same instant, a rack of softball bats in the corner fell over with a large, echoing bang. They rolled every which way, making Desjardin jump.
“Carrie, is this your first period?”
But now that the thought had been admitted, she hardly had to ask. The blood was dark and flowing with terrible heaviness. Both of Carrie’s legs were smeared and splattered with it, as though she had waded through a river of blood.
“It hurts,” Carrie groaned. “My stomach . . .”
“That passes,” Miss Desjardin said. Pity and self-shame met in her and mixed uneasily. “You have to . . . uh, stop the flow of blood. You—”
There was a bright flash overhead, followed by a flashgun-like pop as a lightbulb sizzled and went out. Miss Desjardin cried out with surprise, and it occurred to her
(the whole damn place is falling in)
that this kind of thing always seemed to happen around Carrie when she was upset, as if bad luck dogged her every step. The thought was gone almost as quickly as it had come. She took one of the sanitary napkins from the broken dispenser and unwrapped it.
“Look,” she said. “Like this—”
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Dont bother to get the free sample it gets about three lines into the story it is very [End Of Sample]
This story is about Carrie White, a sixteen year old high school student born with powers of telekinesis and made fun of her whole life. She lives with her over-zealously religious mother. There is a theme in the novel about blood and a female¿s menstrual cycle, particularly of Carrie, who has her first one in the beginning. After a life time of of being taunted by her school mates and apathy from adults, she goes to the Prom where she is hurt one last time when a bucket of blood is dropped on her and everyone laughs. She then takes her extreme anger out on the whole town. It is exciting and I liked it definitely, but there are a couple sex scenes in it and a large amount of profanity, many being ¿F words¿ which I do not like. I recommend this book to people who can handle some graphic and bloody content; it is a fun read for a high school student that might go through a similar hard time socially.
I thought it was very good. Stephen King does a very good job of reeling you in. My only complaint is the constant change of perspectives, which either go back or forward in time. Otherwise it was amazing. It is a great choice for anyone who likes eerie, suspenseful books. The transcripter made many errors though. This book is worth the money. I hope you will enjoy it! :D
The book itself would get a star more , but there is a glaring problem with the actual transcription from the book to the digital format. There are abundant typos and much of the spacing and separation of passages used by the narrator in the original text is incorrect. I'm pretty sure that if Stephen King was aware of this carelessly handled version of his first novel, he would not approve at all.
I am a fan of the movie and Sissy Spacek, but I read this book and was very impressed by how much better it really was. The characters and their changing train of thought. The spectacular crowning of the prom king and queen.-It was a very satisfying read.
I just finished Carrie and this book amazed me! Very few books can actually make you feel sorry for a character. But in this I really felt bad for Carrie. I won't spoil anything, but it is completely horrifying what Carrie does at the prom! This book also has a very chilling ending.(The one involving Susan, not the very end) An all around great horror novel!!!
This book was about a bullied girl who had the power to control things with her mind. It started when she was young, was surpressed, and then reappeared when she hit puberty. She was asked to the prom by a very nice boy at th request of his girlfriend. The girlfriend was attempting to apologize for harrassing Carrie. At the same time, another girl decided to make sure Carrie was named prom queen to play a dirty joke. But you have to read it to know the end. I loved this book. I thought it was upposed to be scary but it was really sad. The story felt so real and sadly its easy to relate to. Read it. Its amazing
I am going to have to disagree with most bad reviews on this book. It's a classic and it needs blood and gore to make it what it is. Stephen King is a brillant writer and captures the emotions of every character perfectly in this book. Carrie is a lonely loner who just wants to be like everyone else but just isn't! Depression, having no friends and being blessed with powers she doesn't want, makes this girl upset and twisted in the head. At first she is just another "weird girl" you know from school but then she quickly becomes the picked on too much villian that does some unforgiveable things. After reading this book, you begin to feel for this girl so you don't know whether to hate her for the things she's done or say "Go Girl!" Ultimately, I recommend this classic by Stephen King to anyone who enjoys a good dramatic horror story.
This was even better than the movie! Edge of my seat reading. I couldnt put it down! Read it in one day!!!!
Stephen King is a master story teller. I think Carrie--which was his first novel--would be one of his best, as it's hard for a fully-grown man to identify with high school girls. And he pulled it off impeccably. Carrie has an original plot, the writing is amazing, the characters are crystal clear and they are unique people; they're mean, nice, crazy, ridiculous, and everything else in the world. King delves into what is unknown and unheard of and he creates a world that surrounds you, even after the book is through. If you haven't read Carrie I highly recommend you do, and then move on to more Stephen King novels. :)
This is the book I consider the beginning of my love affair with Stephen King. I first read it in 1977 when I picked it up in paperback at the local pharmacy. I was drawn in from the first sentence and couldn't put it down. The in-depth characterizations, ugly truth of human depravity and psychosis, and blatant exposure of what is now politely termed as "domestic violence" was revolutionary at the time of the writing of this story. Yes, Mr. King's portrayal of the dark recesses of the human mind can be ugly and even stomach turning, but that in itself is not only refreshing in our now politically correct world, but whispers to that voice deep down inside that never publicly exposes itself. If you want to experience the macabre author at his best, don't pass on this one.
i choose to read this book for school and it is very good. it's one of those books that is easy to read and you can read it fast. read this book, it's very good. the book is about a girl that can move things with her mind. she has telekinesis. her mother in the book is a little physco, and she tries to kill Carrie. Carrie is a very interesting character, yet in some parts of the book, it's sad to see how ridiculed she is. the book isnt dreadfully long, but it is kind of thick. To young people that do not know how babies are created: if you read this book, you will be a little shocked, because there are a couple sex scenes. they're not X rated, but they aren't rated G.
If you are a proud owner or movie devoted fan of Carrie, rethink your compellingness to watch it one more time, the book is a BIG(Good) difference. With the book Carrie, you get a more detailed look at the characters, what they are thinking when creating obsene acts against a poor honest girl. This gives you better understanding about things you didn't get in the movie. Please read the book, it is way better than the movie.
This is one of the scariest books you'll ever read. It's one of King's ealier novels and King's like Metallica, still good but better in the earlier years. Like any Kind Book the assoicated movie, new one or old one, is good but doesn't do the book justice. Read this even if you've seen the movie.
Carrie was made into a film about 4 years after novel was published. Since then its spinded of a sequel "The Rage:Carrie 2" and a remake in 2002. On October 18th, 2013 Director Kimberly Pirce is taking Carrie to the modern world for modern culture. So Stephen King must have something in him that selles. Hes a ledgend.
Carrie is a true, American horror classic by the master of horror himself, Stephen King. Carrie, published in 1974 by Double-day publication, though it was King¿s sixth novel, it became his first novel to make it to publication. Carrie is the fictional documentation of a tormented girl named Carrietta ¿Carrie¿ White in the small town of Chamberlain, Maine. Raised by her mother Margaret, a fundamental Christian fundamentalist, Carrie is misunderstood by all, being chastised by her unstable and vindictive mother at home and is misunderstood and humiliated outside of her home by her classmates. What separated Carrie from other novels that attempt to portray the Anti-Cinderella story is one key detail: Carrie White is telekinetic. As the story progresses and the anxieties that bombard Carrie¿s life slowly build up to the final climax, which, though it is foreshadowed throughout the story, it is not, fully appreciated until King is able to break down every ¿raw¿ and ¿horrifying¿ detail. Besides the obviously great (yet horrifying) plot, King¿s use of multiple viewpoints and use of the epistolary structure intertwines seamlessly to create a sense of anxiousness and suspense. In using multiple viewpoints in the story, King is able to illustrate each characters true motive. An example would be how Sue Smell, one of the ¿popular¿ girls and earlier antagonist actually feels remorse for her actions and actually attempts to make amends for her earlier mistakes. King¿s use of epistolary in the form of letter, documented accounts and newspaper clippings was another great tool to help keep the reader interested and in suspense. In using this epistolary structure, King is able to foreshadow to the eventual climax and buildup with short bits of information that helps tie the story together in the end. What I personally enjoyed from the book and got out of it was the climax. Though the actual event seems psychotic and extreme, it was satisfying to see underdog get their revenge and the last laugh. King¿s writing style, which tries to keep the reader in suspense, is a welcome change from the expected ending of other writers. King is able to throw a curveball fun to the very end where he gives a bittersweet irony to an unsuspecting character. From it¿s humble starting on a portable typewriter in a trailer in a Hermon, Maine to becoming one of the most frequently banned booths in U.S. schools, Carrie has always been a book of unknowing adventure. One of the greatest horror classics of all time, Carrie will leave it¿s reader with mixed feelings of awe and distraught. I recommend this book to any reader looking to be on a rollercoaster of suspense form beginning to end.
People need to be careful when making fun of others... I felt Carrie's pain and loneliness.
Loved the movie. I thought I should read the book and it ends with 3 sentances. On the iBooks with the ioS 8 it had at least 20 pages. Love the movie though.
This book wasnt very scary and im 11! But over all awsome book
These are the golden oldies of Kings writings, I would get each of these as they were released, I still have these in Hardcover in my library and my B&N NOOK Library. I see some people complaining I hope they aren't going by the TV version of the books because they don't come close. This one was a little more on the "scale of reality" side, spiced with some macabre, even some romance ( if you can call that brief moment ). Kings own skills speak for themselves, but I've been reading for decades, but I guess new readers in the younger generation haven't had the benefit of learning about his style of writing. My suggestion is go to the Library or any B & N and grab a this book or any other and read a little, but be prepared for the unexpected, there is always a twist. I have had some poo hoo's on the samples as well, so I know why people complain about so little..If you see a reader who isn't anonymous you can always contact them and ask them about a book such as this one.. I enjoyed it, but the Novels to follow DEFINITELY kept you on your toes... KING is always worth a read ONE of my favorite Authors..
this was the first stephen king book i have ever read and i love it! Would read this again and again! Cant wait to read the rest of his books!
As Stephen Kings first novel, it was a little slow at some points, but all early King books are like that. The Shining, 'Salem's Lot, The Stand. But like all of those books, it gets really good and frightning! Read it and when you are done never stop reading Stephen King novels!!!!! :P
I have seen the movie a couple of times but recently when I was re-watching "LOST" I remember Juliette saying that it was her favorite book during the "Others" book club meeting. So I wanted to read it, I have always been a fan of Stephen King, his ability to make seemingly mundane communities into hotbeds of the battle for good and evil. So Carrie is the daughter of two religious fanatics, while reading this book I couldn't help thinking "This is what happens when religion goes off the rails!" Her mother is intent on making her into a sinless human, which is impossible, she basically sets Carrie up to be ostracized in her small town. Carrie, as one of her neighbors states was a curious child with a sweet face but when Margaret White begins her seventeen year crusade to make her a 'good girl' the result is a daughter that is painfully shy and withdrawn. Carrie is not necessarily scary in my opinion it is the kind of book that is subtly creepy, reading about the build up to Carrie's melt down, I completely understand and I sympathize because it seems that everyone was too busy with their own agenda to actually stop and realize that Carrie had feelings too. Until it was too late. This book was a fast read and I throughly enjoyed it. It only took me one and a half days to read it. Which is always a good sign. *Highly Recommend!*
I have to say I read some of his newer work before I read this one. So this was wasn't as captivating to me after reading some others. It is still a very well written book. I'll never hear then end of the famous one liner from this book for the rest of my life. So glad I haven't married someone with the last name White!
This is one of King's best. Carrie is the anti-hero you are repulsed by, pity, and at times, root for. The mix of narrative and articles detailing the prom make for an original and engaging read that forshadows the despair and anger that finally drives a disturbed and bullied teenage girl over the edge.