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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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from Chapter 6: Duddits, Part Two
When they get to the driveway not much of a driveway, weeds are growing even in the gravelly wheelruts now Beaver is in the lead. Beaver is, indeed, almost foaming at the jaws. Henry guesses that Pete is nearly as wrought-up, but Pete is holding it in better, even though he's a year younger. Beaver is...what's the word? Agog. Henry almost laughs at the aptness of it, and then the Beav stops so suddenly Pete almost runs into him.
"Hey!" Beaver says. "Fuck me Freddy! Some kid's shirt!"
It is indeed. Red and white, and not old and dirty, as if it had been there a thousand years. In fact, it looks almost new.
"Shirt, schmirt, who gives a shit?" Jonesy wants to know. "Let's just "
"Hold your horses," the Beav says. "This is a good shirt."
Except when he picks it up, they see that it isn't. New, yes a brandnew Derry Tigers shirt, with 19 on the back. Pete doesn't give a shit for football, but the rest of them recognize it as Richie Grenadeau's number. Good, no not anymore. It's ripped deeply at the back collar, as if the person wearing it had tried to run away, then been grabbed and hauled back.
"Guess I was wrong," the Beav says sadly, and drops it again. "Come on."
But before they get very far, they come across something else this time it's yellow instead of red, that bright yellow plastic only a kid could love. Henry trots ahead of the others and picks it up. It's a lunchbox with Scooby-Doo and his friends on it, all of them running from what appears to be a haunted house. Like the shirt it looks new, not anything that's been lying out here for any length oftime, and all at once Henry is starting to have a bad feeling about this, starting to wish they hadn't detoured into this deserted driveway by this deserted building at all...or at least had saved it for another day. Which, even at fourteen, he realizes is stupid. When it comes to pussy, he thinks, you either go or you don't, there's no such thing as saving it for another day.
"I hate that fuckin show," Pete says, looking over Henry's shoulder at the lunchbox. "They never change their clothes, did you ever notice that? Wear the same fuckin thing, show in and show out,"
Jonesy takes the Scooby-Doo lunchbox from Henry and turns it to look at something he's seen pasted on the end. The wild look has gone out of Jonesy's eyes, he's frowning slightly, and Henry has an idea Jonesy is also wishing they'd just gone on and played some two-on-two.
The sticker on the side reads: I BELONG TO DOUGLAS CAVELL, 19 MAPLE LANE, DERRY, MAINE. IF THE BOY I BELONG TO IS LOST, CALL 949-1864. THANKS!
Henry opens his mouth to say the lunchbox and the shirt must belong to a kid who goes to The Retard Academy he's sure of it just looking at the sticker, which is almost like the tag their fucking dog wears but before he can, there is a scream from the far side of the building, over where the big kids play baseball in the summer. It's full of hurt, that scream, but what starts Henry running before he can even think about it is the surprise in it, the awful surprise of someone who has been hurt or scared (or both) for the very first time.
The others follow him. They run up the weedy right rut of the driveway, the one closest to the building, in single file: Henry, Jonesy, the Beav, and Pete.
There is hearty male laughter. "Go on and eat it," someone says. "Eat it and you can go. Duncan might even give you your pants back."
"Yeah, if you " Another boy, probably Duncan, begins and then he stops, staring at Henry and his friends.
"Hey you guys, quit it!" Beaver shouts. "Just fucking quit it!"
Duncan's friends there are two of them, both wearing Derry High School jackets realize they are no longer unobserved at their afternoon's entertainment, and turn. Kneeling on the gravel amid them, dressed only in underpants and one sneaker, his face smeared with blood and dirt and snot and tears, is a child of an age Henry cannot determine. He's not a little kid, not with that powdering of hair on his chest, but he has the look of a little kid just the same. His eyes have a Chinese tilt and are bright green, swimming with tears.
On the red brick wall behind this little group, printed in large white letters which are fading but still legible, is this message: NO BOUNCE, NO PLAY. Which probably means keep the games and the balls away from the building and out in the vacant lot where the deep ruts of the basepaths and the ragged hill of the pitcher's mound can still be seen, but who can say for sure? NO BOUNCE, NO PLAY. In the years to come they will say this often; it will become one of the private catch-phrases of their youth and has no exact meaning. Who knows? perhaps comes closest. Or What can you do? It is always best spoken with a shrug, a smile, and hands tipped up to the sky.
"Who the fuck're you?" one of the big boys asks the Beav. On his left hand he's wearing what looks like a batting glove or maybe a golf glove...something athletic, anyway. In it is the dried dog-turd he has been trying to make the mostly naked boy eat.
"What are you doing?" Jonesy asks, horrified, "You tryin to make him eat that? The fuck's wrong with you?"
The kid holding the dog-turd has a wide swatch of white tape across the bridge of his nose, and Henry utters a bark of recognition that is half surprise and half laughter. It's too perfect, isn't it? They're here to look at the pussy of the Homecoming Queen and here, by God, is the Homecoming King, whose football season has apparently been ended by nothing worse than a broken nose, and who is currently passing his time doing stuff like this while the rest of the team practices for this week's game.
Richie Grenadeau hasn't noticed Henry's look of recognition; he's staring at Jonesy. Because he has been startled and because Jonesy's tone of disgust is so completely unfeigned, Richie at first takes a step backward. Then he realizes that the kid who has dared to speak to him in such reproving tones is at least three years younger and a hundred pounds lighter than he is. The sagging hand straightens again.
"I'm gonna make him eat this piece of shit," he says. "Then he can go. You go now, snotball, unless you want half"
"Yeah, fuck off," the third boy says. Richie Grenadeau is big but this boy is even bigger, a six-foot-five hulk whose face flames with acne. "While you got the "
"I know who you are," Henry says.
Richie's eyes switch to Henry. He looks suddenly wary...but he also looks pissed off "Fuck off, sonny. I mean it."
"You're Richie Grenadeau. Your picture was in the paper. What do you think people will say if we tell em what we caught you doing?"
"You're not gonna tell anyone anything, because you'll be fuckin dead," the one named Duncan says. He has dirty-blond hair falling around his face and down to his shoulders. "Get outta here. Beat feet."
Henry pays no attention to him. He stares at Richie Grenadeau. He is aware of no fear, although there's no doubt these three boys could stomp them flat; he is burning with an outrage he has never felt before, never even suspected. The kid kneeling on the ground is undoubtedly retarded, but not so retarded he doesn't understand these three big boys intended to hurt him, tore off his shirt, and then
Henry has never in his life been closer to getting good and beaten up, or been less concerned with it. He takes a step forward, fists clenching. The kid on the ground sobs, head now lowered, and the sound is a constant tone in Henry's head, feeding his fury.
"I'll tell," he says, and although it is a little kid's threat, he doesn't sound like a little kid to himself. Nor to Richie, apparently; Richie takes a step backward and the gloved hand with the dried turd in it sags again. For the first time he looks alarmed. "Three against one, a little retarded kid, fuck yeah, man, I'll tell. I'll tell and I know who you are!"
Duncan and the big boy the only one not wearing a high-school jacket step up on either side of Richie. The boy in the underpants is behind them now, but Henry can still hear the pulsing drone of his sobs, it's in his head, beating in his head and driving him fucking crazy.
"All right, okay, that's it," the biggest boy says. He grins, showing several holes where teeth once lived. "You're gonna die now."
"Pete, you run when they come," Henry says, never taking his eyes from Richie Grenadeau. "Run home and tell your mother." And, to Richie: "You'll never catch him, either. He runs like the fucking wind."
Pete's voice sounds thin but not scared. "You got it, Henry."
"And the worse you beat us up, the worse it's gonna be for you," Jonesy says. Henry has already seen this, but for Jonesy it is a revelation; he's almost laughing. "Even if you really did kill us, what good would it do you? Because Pete does run fast, and he'll tell."
"I run fast, too," Richie says coldly. "I'll catch him."
Henry turns first to Jonesy and then to the Beav. Both of them are standing firm. Beaver, in fact, is doing a little more than that. He bends swiftly, picks up a couple of stones they are the size of eggs, only with jagged edges and begins to chunk them together. Beav's narrowed eyes shift back and forth between Richie Grenadeau and the biggest boy, the galoot. The toothpick in his mouth jitters aggressively up and down.
"When they come, go for Grenadeau," Henry says. "The other two can't even get close to Pete." He switches his gaze to Pete, who is pale but unafraid his eyes are shining and he is almost dancing on the balls of his feet, eager to be off "Tell your ma. Tell her where we are, to send the cops. And don't forget this bully motherfucker's name, whatever you do." He shoots a district attorney's accusing finger at Grenadeau, who once more looks uncertain. No, more than uncertain. He looks afraid.
"Richie Grenadeau," Pete says, and now he does begin to dance. "I won't forget."
"Come on, you dickweed," Beaver says. One thing about the Beav, he knows a really excellent rank when he hears it. "I'm gonna break your nose again. What kind of chickenshit quits off the football team cause of a broken nose, anyhow?"
Grenadeau doesn't reply no longer knows which of them to reply to, maybe and something rather wonderful is happening: the other boy in the high-school jacket, Duncan, has also started to look uncertain. A flush is spreading on his cheeks and across his forehead. He wets his lips and looks uncertainly at Richie. Only the galoot still looks ready to fight, and Henry almost hopes they will fight, Henry and Jonesy and the Beav will give them a hell of a scrap if they do, hell of a scrap, because of that crying, that fucking awful crying, the way it gets in your head, the beatbeat-beat of that awful crying.
"Hey Rich, maybe we ought to " Duncan begins.
"Kill em," the galoot rumbles. "Fuck em the fuck up."
This one takes a step forward and for a moment it almost goes down. Henry knows that if the galoot had been allowed to take even one more step he would have been out of Richie Grenadeau's control, like a mean old pitbull that breaks its leash and just goes flying at its prey, a meat arrow.
But Richie doesn't let him get that next step, the one which will turn into a clumsy charge. He grabs the galoot's forearm, which is thicker than Henry's bicep and bristling with reddish-gold hair. "No, Scotty," he says, "wait a minute."
"Yeah, wait," Duncan says, sounding almost panicky. He shoots Henry a look which Henry finds, even at the age of fourteen, grotesque. It Is a reproachful look. As if Henry and his friends were the ones doing something wrong.
"What do you want?" Richie asks Henry. "You want us to get out of here, that it?"
"If we go, what are you gonna do? Who are you going to tell?"
Henry discovers an amazing thing: he is as close to coming unglued as Scotty, the galoot. Part of him wants to actually provoke a fight, to scream EVERYBODY! FUCKING EVERYBODY! Knowing that his friends would back him up, would never say a word even if they got trashed and sent to the hospital.
But the kid. That poor little crying retarded kid. Once the big boys finished with Henry, Beaver, and Jonesy (with Pete as well, if they could catch him), they would finish with the retarded kid, too, and it would likely go a lot further than making him eat a piece of dried dog-turd.
"No one," he says. "We won't tell anyone."
"Fuckin liar," Scotty says. "He's a fuckin liar, Richie, lookit him."
Scotty starts forward again, but Richie tightens his grip on the big galoot's forearm.
"If no one gets hurt," Jonesy says in a blessedly reasonable tone of voice, "no one's got a story to tell."
Grenadeau glances at him, then back at Henry. "Swear to God?"
"Swear to God," Henry agrees.
"All of you swear to God?" Grenadeau asks.
Jonesy, Beav, and Pete all dutifully swear to God.
Grenadeau thinks about it for a moment that seems very long, and then he nods. "Okay, fuck this. We're going."
"If they come, run around the building the other way," Henry says to Pete, speaking very rapidly because the big boys are already in motion. But Grenadeau still has his hand clamped firmly on Scotty's forearm, and Henry thinks this is a good sign.
"I wouldn't waste my time," Richie Grenadeau says in a lofty tone of voice that makes Henry feel like laughing...but with an effort he manages to keep a straight face. Laughing at this point would be a bad idea. Things are almost fixed up. There's a part of him that hates that, but the rest of him nearly trembles with relief.
"What's up with you, anyway?" Richie Grenadeau asks him. "What's the big deal?"
Henry wants to ask his own question wants to ask Richie Grenadeau how he could do it, and it's no rhetorical question, either. That crying! My God! But he keeps silent, knowing anything lie says might just provoke the asshole, get him going all over again.
There is a kind of dance going on here; it looks almost like the ones you learn in first and second grade. As Richie, Duncan, and Scott walk toward the driveway (sauntering, attempting to show they are going of their own free will and haven't been frightened off by a bunch of homo junior-high kids), Henry and his friends first move to face them and then step backward in a line toward the weeping kid kneeling there in his underpants, blocking him from them.
At the corner of the building Richie pauses and gives them a final look. "Gonna see you fellas again," he says. "One by one or all together."
"Yeah," Duncan agrees.
"You're gonna be lookin at the world through a oxygen tent!" Scott adds, and Henry comes perilously close to laughing again. He prays that none of his friends will say anything let done be done and none of them do. It's almost a miracle.
One final menacing look from Richie and they are gone around the corner. Henry, Jonesy, Beaver, and Pete are left alone with the kid, who is rocking back and forth on his dirty knees, his dirty bloody tearstreaked uncomprehending face cocked to the white sky like the face of a broken clock, all of them wondering what to do next. Talk to him? Tell him it's okay, that the bad boys are gone and the danger has passed? He will never understand. And oh that crying is so freaky. How could those kids, mean and stupid as they were, go on in the face of that crying? Henry will understand later sort of but at that moment it's a complete mystery to him.
"I'm gonna try something," Beaver says abruptly.
"Yeah, sure, anything," Jonesy says. His voice is shaky.
The Beav starts forward, then looks at his friends. It is an odd look, part shame, part defiance, and yes, Henry would swear it part hope.
"If you tell anybody I did this," he says, "I'll never chum with you guys again."
"Never mind that crap," Pete says, and he also sounds shaky. "If you can shut him up, do it!"
Beaver stands for a moment where Richie was standing while he tried to get the kid to eat the dog-turd, then drops to his knees. Henry sees the kid's underwear shorts are in fact Underoos, and that they feature the Scooby-Doo characters, plus Shaggy's Mystery Machine, just like the kid's lunchbox.
Then Beaver takes the wailing, nearly naked boy into his arms and begins to sing.
Copyright © 2001 by Stephen King
Most Helpful Customer Reviews
It took major effort on my part to actually put this book down once I picked it up. I just lost myself in this story! Dreamcatcher contains a lot of thrills to say the least. There are UFO's, aliens, a strange virus and an even stranger parasite that flourishes in the human intestines. There's a wonderful boy with Down's Syndrome and four boys (who grow to be men) who are connected to him telepathically. The plot of Dreamcatcher is marvelously strange and it works! The character of Duddits (boy with Down's Syndrome) is one I will never forget. He is so beautifully innocent and sweet and yet he holds the weight of the world on his shoulders. Stephen King, without a doubt, shows off his knack for storytelling in Dreamcatcher. A word of warning: beware those of the sensitive stomachs.
i thought this book was very good. some parts were funny, some graphic, sometimes it actually made me itchy. i liked needful things, but i think this was better. it slowed a bit between pages 400 and 500, introducing some new people to the story but then picks right back off non stop to the ending. great book
This is a really great story. It is intense, interesting. And like most of kings novels makes you stretch out the borders of your mind a bit to fit everything all in. For those of you who have only seen the movie version of this story, it was a pretty good appoximation of the story. If you even liked it at all you will love the book. Lets face it folks, if you like reading King novels, you know its going to be long. He packs his worlds with so much detail that i live there while im reading his stories. If a long book scares you off, why are you reading a novel in the first place?
Eight Hundred Ninety Six pages is a troubling length of pages to finish. After around three weeks i finally finished it. This is a great book and should be treasured by many readers to come. ANd certainly not my final Stephen King. Probably just one of my first!
There is no confusion, just an incredible book. So sit back grab some coffee and enjoy.
Though at times the world seems more like a place filled with terrible marmalade, unselfish acts occur to remind everyone that good exists. Take the town of Derry where high school bullies regularly pick on Duddits, humiliating him in nasty ways like stripping him of his clothes and making him sit on or eat dog excrement. Four younger lads (Harry, Beaver, Jonesy, and Pete) rescue the Downs Syndrome boy from his tormentors and realize they like Duddits. For years afterward, the quintet formed a tight knight group to protect Duddits, who can telepathically communicate with them. When the awesome foursome grow up, they leave town and Duddits behind, but get together every year for hunting (minus Duddits). However, this time their get together is filled with danger as a spaceship containing unfriendly and dangerous passengers has landed. The government quarantines the area, planning to kill any living creature isolated in the infected zone. However one alien has snatched the body of Henry with plans to spread his fungi race around the globe. Stephen King provides his zillion fans with another exciting tale centering on hostile aliens threatening to take over the planet. DREAMCATCHER stars heroic people especially Duddits, who is willing to die to stop the destruction of humanity so that his friends can live. Mr. King has written an entertaining suspense thriller that shows he remains a force in fiction. Harriet Klausner
There's a good chance that readers finally catching up with this large tome have already seen the film adaptation and so to summarize their relationship - very different indeed. The first page of Dreamcatcher concerns aliens, little grey ones, Area 51, etc. so there's no big reveal there (or is there?). King's epic novel is as more concerned with people than action, with relationships than little grey men and it never misses its mark. Not once. The tale is packed with energy and emotion, with a 'Stand By Me' feel, injected with the horror of King at his mightiest. King develops realistic and likeable characters as well as entertaining villains, playing them out with both humour and malevolence.Where King occasionally stumbles in his finale, Dreamcatcher has it right with a final fifth that is a Koontz book all in its own (the chase, always the chase) and it's bitter-sweet, pulling on heartstrings momentarily before punching you in the face. Written and executed by a true talent this is one not to be missed.
The story in Dreamcatcher isn't bad, but even King's normally compelling characterizations could make me care about the mostly Maine rednecks featured in this alien invasion story. Part of the reason is I don't really ever want to mind-meld with a retarded person, and this was a common theme of the story. Another annoyance was the nature of the invading aliens -- basically spores that could take control of victims or impregnate them with something resembling a worm/weasel hybrid. No scientists were involved, but the military was. The "sh*t weasels" as the were called were born in an tradition dating back to Alien, but the "pregnancy" was a litany of fart jokes. It was crude, and wholly uninteresting, at least to adult readers. Often I find something to like about a Stephen King book, but this time, there is very little to recommend.
Would have rated this 4 Stars, but as usual, King Pontificates so much...This is needlessly too long.
First book King wrote after being hit by a car, he wrote it while recovering actually, and you can really see his determination and physical pain when reading this book. He didnt lose his touch either, this is a long book packed with as a total package, it has tons of characters with their own storylines that brilliantly come together, a multilayered, complex story with a dose of humour to go with it. What brings it down for me is that the characters werent up to par, not as much depth a King usually offers. Had he of fleshed them out with his usual depth, we would have another 1000+ page magnum opus along with It, Stand, and Dark Tower, this one being about an alien invasion. Aside from the somewhat flat, but not really terrible characters either, this is a pretty close to perfect King novel up there with his best. The characters just brought it down a lot for me as his characters make his stories for me, so it was a bit of a shame, but nonetheless it kept me going at a fast pace with non stop interest and lots of twists and turns for almost 900 pages, so that says something. Definitly pick the one up if you like King novels.
I have always been a huge fan of Stephen King's from the very beginning but this book just couldn't hold it together for me. I got about halfway through and, although I tried, I just found it very wanting. It hit the wall!Back Cover Blurb:In Derry, Maine, four young boys once stood together and did a brave thing. Something that changed them in ways they hardly understand.A quarter of a century later, the boys are men who have gone their separate ways. Though they still get together once a year, to go hunting in the north woods of Maine. But this time is different. This time a man comes stumbling into their camp, lost, disoriented and muttering about lights in the sky.Before long, these old friends will be plunged into the most remarkable events of their lives as they struggle with a terrible creature from another world. Their only chance of survival is locked in their shared past - and in the Dreamcatcher.
Great book about four men who find people in the woods who seem to have been lost for a couple of days. One pair of men find and man and the other pair found a woman. Both man and woman seem to have a very serious case of the gas. Only when things start to get out of hand do the men know there is something not right here. Read the book to find out what happens to the men and the strangers.
too many different themes which didn't come together in a cohesive manner.
When I first read this book I loved it: a tale of friendship, loss & the supernatural. I enjoy the author's humour and Beaver-isms stayed with me for a while. As with most Stephen King books, Dreamcatcher is long and the ending could have arrived sooner: the conversation after the climax was unnecessary.
I think of any King book I¿ve read (the ones that I¿ve finished) this took me the longest to get through. I think it¿s because I didn¿t really love the characters as much as he did. Usually, when he tells a story in which the past figures largely, he tells the entire story of the past and then brings us to the present to deal with things. Not this time. He mentions the past a lot but never fully explains things. It¿s those explanations that usually make me care about his characters. A lot of this book is similar to previous books.The dialogue between Mr. Gray and Jonesy is great. It did make me laugh in a few places.This book was also more brutal than some of the others. He has no problem killing off characters but in this one the methods and motives seemed more heartless. Kind of reminded me of The Dark Half in that way. Any hint of going easy on people was gone.
This book contains some of the most horrifying and spine chilling writing I've ever read. However, as is often the case with Stephen King, he doesn't know when to stop. He skirts right up to the edge of the absurd and then he just busts right through the barrier and continues into the territory of the ridiculous. It's a shame.
King wrote this long novel while recuperating from the pedestrian-car accident that nearly killed him and, unfortunately, it does show. The story of an alien fungus invading our minds is not as well plotted and suspenseful as most of King¿s books, nor is it as fun. But all of us fans are grateful that the master of the modern horror novel is still churning out entertaining reads, even if they are not up to the standards of his earlier works.
This is really a buddy book, with some gore thrown in for kicks. King is the king of character development, his creations seem to walk off the page. Dreamcatcher is an entertaining read about four men who befriend another with Down's Syndrome-- and then the wild, extra telestrial adventures begin forthwith, culminating with the group saving the world from invasion.
Great read, The only issue I had was that the details for the creatures was too vague to gain a mental image. Otherwise this book was one I couldn't put down! If you are a vivid reader that visualizes everything you read I believe you will find this better to read than to watch the movie..
Some people think this is one of Stephen King's worst books. I liked it a lot better than Misery or Dolores Claibourne, but I can also understand why people don't like it. The book is full of anger and pain. It was written just after King's terrible traffic accident and he lets the pain of his rehabilitation pour out in this book by having one of the protagonists suffer the same broken hip he did.But even given the depressing nature of most of the book (and the endless scatological references), this is still vintage King. The plot moves along. There are several fascinating, though not endearing, characters, and the writing is crisp and understandable. In the end, though, given a choice I would choice a dozen other King books before I read this one again.
The book is by far better than the movie. But I guess this isn't surprising with a Stephen King book.
A long-time fan of King, this is a fun combination of Stand By Me with some horror and science fiction thrown in.
I feel that to fully understand any of The King's work, you have to start with either, "The Shining," or, "IT," the two most notable of The Spook King's works~STOP~ The reason I say this is because they both establish a main power that is in most of the books, in one way or another~STOP~
Amazing! So far, this is my favorite Stephen King book! It has everything from horror, science fiction, and a great bond between close friends. Can't put the book down!
Okay so I wasn't entirely sure how many stars to give this because as I was reading, it was feeling like 3 stars for part of the book then 4 then back to 3. So I guess, 3? lol To me, this book was suspenseful but not on-the-edge-of-your-seat suspenseful. It wasn't an "I couldn't put this book down" sort of situation but it wasn't an "I don't feel like finishing this book" situation either. The story line was pretty interesting which is what made it enjoyable. I liked how each character has their own personality, from the main characters all the way down to a character that's there for two seconds. I also really liked how the most important character here was someone with Down's syndrome. Not many books even include people with any sort of disability, whether it's developmental or physical. So that was kind of refreshing. However, I had a few issues with this book. 1. There were almost too many details. "Details" isn't the word I'm looking for but I'm completely blanking so I'll just use that. There were a bunch of scenes/chapters that were just... fluff. They weren't really needed in the story, or that's how it seemed to me anyway. 2. Pacing. Sometimes it felt like the story was just being so drawn out to the point where it was almost boring. And then there were other parts that almost moved too quickly. Which leads me to 3. the ending. The entire book led up to a super interesting ending but it basically flashed by and then that was it. It was a little disappointing. Yeah, there were some things I didn't like about this book. But it was still pretty good. It's just not something I'll go back and read again.