Or that’s what we call it anyway. The show’s actual title is Under the Dome, but you watch it and tell me it’s not the dumbest show on television. Better yet, just imagine a sparkly snow globe featuring a little forest of trees. Staring at the glittery plastic falling on more plastic is exactly like watching the Under the Dome in its mesmerizing simplicity, except not as dumb.
When ads for Under the Dome started appearing last year, I was curious. If you’ve been following me here, you may have picked up on the fact that I’m a fan of Stephen King‘s work. Though I hadn’t read his book Under the Dome (2009), I knew that it had been generally well received by critics. The TV ads made it sound mysterious enough – town gets trapped under an invisible dome, hilarity ensues – but it didn’t enter the realm of must-see-TV last summer. And the more ads I saw for it, which seemed to intensify in silliness from week to week, the less interested I became.
A few weeks ago, I wrote an article here about Stephen King and, in particular, the aspiration to re-read his classic, creepy yarn It. Since then, I’ve done just that, or rather, I’m in the process of doing that. I picked up a copy of It for my Kindle and have been spending delightfully unsettling stints here and there in the small town of Derry, Maine, that has long been troubled by an ominous creature that feeds upon children.
It is a pretty long book, and I’m about a third of my way through the electronic version. Thankfully, it’s all just as excellent as I remember it years ago. Without getting too spoilery, the story of It takes places in two time periods of the same universe – the late 1950s to the early 1960s and the mid 1980s – and it revolves around a close-knit group of friends. In the 1950s, after It appears (again) in the form of a clown named Pennywise and begins tormenting Derry’s children, seven kids who escape Pennywise’s “charms,” band together to fight It, becoming life-long friends during the process. Continue reading Does the 1990 movie adaptation of Stephen King’s It still…float?→
Lately I’ve had this impulse to read, or rather, re-read some Stephen King books. I can’t put my finger on why, after so many years, that I suddenly have to read them again; all my head is telling me is that I must. But why Stephen King so specifically? I think it has something to do with libraries.
Throughout the better part of my formative years, my mother made sure that my siblings and I visited our local library regularly. In fact, I can picture the interior of that library as clear as day, with the large checkout counter just inside the door. To the left of that was the reference book section. Beyond that was the fiction and non-fiction room. And downstairs was the kids section. And all of it was enveloped in that post-modern, sterile, and beige environment common to many public libraries of the time. But I didn’t care one bit about the décor – I was all about the books.