Bored of Horror? Watch The Barbarian

You’ve seen barbaric films before, but you haven’t seen a film like The Barbarian. It’s a fan for the horror fan who has seen it all, cause trust me Zachary Cregger delivers subversion after subversion after subversion. 

Barbarian is a full house, but it’s not overbooked. It’s always enough and never too much. The direction of the narrative is not as direct as a trip to Detroit. The film starts with Tess discovering her Airbnb is already occupied. She is greeted by the uncomfortably familiar face of Bill Skarsgard in a genius piece of casting. Let’s just say the host will not be receiving any 5 star reviews (for a variety of reasons).

Describing the plot of this film is an awkward task for even the most experienced writer. I honestly think that this film was a word-of-mouth hit because what draws you in is the execution rather than the premise. I for one can’t imagine I would have watched this film if I had not have heard it was one of the best of 2022. I naively thought that it was simply an inverted invasion horror (with the intruder already being in the house), but this is just the start. Cregger drives the narrative into unexpected directions. The film is so much more than it claims to be, while also delivering on its promises: it is certainly a horror about Barbarity. 

The marketing is a genius risk. Bold and provocative. I wish I had the guts to mislead its target audience on purpose. Most films would have focused on a plot line introduced about a third into the film. But The Barbarian didn’t. Instead it boldly defied the audience. 

As this implies, The Barbarian includes a few disparate narratives brought together to create one clear exploration of barbarity. At the two thirds mark, the audience feels stable in the plot. But, the shocks don’t stop there. So get comfortable being uncomfortable cause The Barbarian is as unfamiliar as a dodgy Airbnb. 

You need to devour The Menu

Prepare to be surprised by The Menu, each course is a shock to the palette. You might think you know what to expect when you arrive at Julian Slowick’s (Ralph Finnes) island restaurant, but the meal takes an unexpected turn. It is safe to say their is no set menu.

We start by following Anya Taylor-Joy( an actress who is certainly having her moment and in this role confidently demonstrates that she deserves all her success and more) as Margot who is invited by Tyler (Nicolas Hoult) to attend an exclusive invite-only meal at Julian’s (a celebrity chef akin to Heston Bluminthal on steroids) destination restaurant. This odd-couple are joined up a group of excessively rich and pretentious guests, all of whom seemingly know Julian.

My steps in describing this plot are as tentative as Margot’s throughout the film. From the beginning something is off and it clear we, as the audience, are navigating the film without a recipe. In fact, not only is their a hidden ingredient in The Menu, but the entire course is unknown. The film features shock after shock as each course surprises the palate by offering new flavours into the mix.

At every course, the audience is thrown off course by some change in direction. Trying to describe the plot in any more detail that food-based puns would ruin the film. All, I can say is that The Menu is a treat from start to finish.

“Lifestyles of the rich and the famous”: A Glass Onion review

In ‘Lifestyles of the Rich and the Famous’, Good Charlotte propose that we steal from the rich. After watching, Glass Onion: A Knives Out Mystery, this seems like a good idea. This film encourages us to burn the rich… almost literally as well as figuratively.

Normally people will start a review by quoting something pretentious. Shakespeare and Dickens have been quoted too often to count. Yet, when talking about Glass Onion, you need to quote the antithesis of high culture – early 2000s pop punks songs. Although, it would have also been apt to misquote a famous literary figure (if you’ve seen the film, this makes sense). Like Knives Out, Glass Onion exposes the reality of the upper class by subverting the murder mystery plot line.

In Glass Onion, Rian Johnson takes a shot at those with self made money. His ensemble is made up of opportunists rather than nepotism babies. The action kicks off when Miles Bron (a finely veiled Elon Musk caricature played by Edward Norton) invites his old friends to his island for a murder mystery dinner party.

The island setting reminds me of another 2022 release, The Menu (a close second behind Everything Everywhere All at Once in my list of the best films I have ever seen in the cinema… thinking about it, I should probably review that film). Both films circle around a group of excessively rich idiots who are invited to an island by an eccentric and elusive figure. However, in this film, everyone are old friends and this adds a level of tension to the premise. Each attendee from supermodel Birdie (played by Kate Hudson in a performance that makes her shine in a way she never has before) to the local politician Claire (played by Kathryn Hahn, the ultimate villain in both Parks and Rec and WandaVision), knew each other at the beginnings of their careers when they attended the Glass Onion bar in New York. As each character has grown (in success or social media reach), they have more to lose and more reasons to hate Miles.

The murder mystery party collapses as Poirot’s 21st-Century successor with a dodgy southern American accent Benoit Blanc (Daniel Craig) turns up. Not only does he solve the fictional who-done-it, he also aims to solve a mystery so mysterious none of the attendees know about it.

To go into an once more detail would ruin the plot (and to be honest, I’m scared by brief description has already done so), so I will advice my readers (all two of you) to go into the film as blind and ignorant as the characters themselves. Let the film sweep you away to a foreign destination where nothing is as it seems. Like the fictional Blanc knows more than the characters, Johnson knows more than the audience. So, sit back and let his direction guide you on a twisted journey.

The appeal of a romance has nothing to do with the romance

Have you ever wondered about why you enjoy a certain genre? Chances are you haven’t. We all just know we like it. You might have identified some genre tropes and conventions that you tend to love. 

But, lets be honest, it’s always easier to explain why you hate something. I could spend hours and hours ranting about my least favourite novels and films that pissed me off, and I literally have. Just see my reviews of The Time Traveller’s Wife and Last Christmas. My dislike was so all consuming that my thoughts effortlessly spilled out of me. The reasons I love something are no where near as apparent. I have to search for them, or hope that the answer comes to me in a flash. 

I had one of these epiphanies the other day. The specific reason I enjoy reading romance dawned on me, as all the best thoughts do, on a dog walk. The reason I love romance is not because I love a happily ever after narrative or passionate love declarations. It isn’t even because of my favourite relationship dynamics – enemies to lovers, fake dating, and celebrity romances. In fact, why I love a romance has almost nothing to do with the romance. 

I love romance novels because, alongside the romance, they are narratives of confused people finding direction. 

This is in no way a relatable topic for a twenty-three year old who has just graduated and still lives at home. 

The romantic hero is a dream, not because they have Disney Prince hair or charm your socks off. They are dreams because they help the protagonist discover (and often start working towards) her dream life. I too would like a magical man to stand by me as I sort my life out. But, to be honest, I would be more than happy to magically resolve my problems without any male company. The man, the love, and the relationship are far less important to me than reading about someone finding themselves. 

Romance novels are the antidote to my favourite sub genre of literary fiction: what I have dubbed the messy 20-something novel. These are novels that typically focus on a woman in her early twenties who does not know what she is doing with her life. She has a mind numbing job to pay the bills, she is probably in a shit relationship (if she is in one), and she is most certainly a self-certified mess. We follow her make bad decision after bad decision and it is incredibly relatable. I can (and will) list my favourite novels in this genre. In fact, expect a definitive list of the best messy 20-something books in a future post. 

Romances are the messy 20-something novel with a neater ending. Instead of ending on confusion, anxiety, and uncertainty, these novels end with a message of hope. Even if the characters have not achieved their dreams (typically shown through a flash forward), they are at least taking the first steps towards it. They know their direction and are steering themselves along this road.  

This realisation hit me like a brick. I instantly informed all my fellow romance-readers and fellow messy 20-somethings about my epiphany. Yet, this shouldn’t have surprised me. All my favourite romance novels follow a character as they address their mental health issues, start their dream job, accept themselves, or resolve a family conflict. They basically deal with the things they have been purposefully not dealing with. These aspirational romances include (in no particular order):

  • The Hating Game by Sally Thorne 
  • Book Lovers by Emily Henry 
  • Beach Read by Emily Henry 
  • The Charm Offensive by Alison Cochran 
  • Red, White, and Royal Blue By Casey McQuiston 
  • Mr Wrong Number by Lynn Painter 
  • The Viscount Who Loved Me by Julia Quinn 
  • Hook, Line, and Sinker by Tessa Bailey 

Romance is basically the push I need. It’s essentially therapy. The happy feeling I get in my stomach is not swooning, it is hope for the future. 

‘It was Agatha all along’ why Agatha Christie is undoubtably the best

We all know that Agatha Christie is the greatest mystery writer of all time. 

You’ve probably heard a lot of compliments about Agatha Christie over the years. She writes the best plot twists. She defined the future of popular fiction. Every thriller writer currently publishing is writing in her shadow. With The Murder of Roger Ackroyd, Agatha Christie confirms her legacy. She is undoubtably the greatest. 

I am in no ways a Christie expert (that title is reserved for a couple of my closest friends), but I have read a fair few of her novels over the past few years. During the first lockdown, I discovered how much I love a murder mystery (as opposed to contemporary thriller fiction). There is something about the dynamics of family, friends, or strangers stuck in one singular location that just appeals to me… I think this is partly the reason that I love a dinner party trope (yes Fleabag, I am looking at you). I found myself bored of reading about middle aged alcoholic women who are unrealisable narrators (partly because they are an alcoholic, partly because the author is judging their unfeminine approach to motherhood). The murder mystery might have a longer tradition (and for some be an overdone genre full of tropes), but the atmosphere is always great. They create a pressure cooker that reveals the worst in everyone involved. The distinction between the two genres relies heavily on the vibe for me. While both include different tropes, conventions, and narrative structure, the main difference between the two is that murder mysteries infuse the disturbing with the desired (most typically wealth).

As I became obsessed with novels like Lucy Folely’s The Guest List and films like Knives Out, I had to try out the queen of the genre. In some ways it is embrassing how little I knew about Agatha Christie’s work before picking one up. I am not ashamed to say that the main source of my knowledge is ‘The Unicorn and The Wasp’ episode of Doctor Who. In my humble opinion, this is one of the greatest Doctor Who episodes of all time. It features the best Doctor and companion due (David Tennant and Catherine Tate are second to none), a selection of iconic scenes (it is hard to forget the scene where the doctor requires something salty, but not as salty as salt), and it features many up and coming actors (watching it now, you may be surprised to notice that future Oscar nominee Felicity Jones has a major role). Yet despite knowing far too much about this episode, I knew very little about miss Christie herself. Basically, I knew that she once went missing and could name her most iconic titles. I was basically a civilian.

The first novel I picked up was And Then There Were None and this is hands down one of my favourite book concepts of all time. Since reading, I just have to pick up any book focusing on a group where one person dies on by one (and there are quite a few, Ruth Ware’s One by One being just one of a long list). With this novel Agatha Christie proved herself to be the creator of the best plots and concepts. Even though the who-done-it is perhaps not the most exciting reveal, the rest of the novel more than makes up for it. This is one reason why Christie is so great, the enjoyment of her books does not rely heavily on their ending. Many a thriller has been ruined by an ending that doesn’t quite make sense, but you won’t be upset by a Christie ending. Every detail is carefully plotted and designed. Regardless of whether you like her reveals, you cannot deny that it makes perfect sense. You couldn’t make a hole in them if you were a hole puncher.

Immediately after finishing this book (I mean this more literally then you are perhaps imagining) I picked up Murder on the Orient Express and this novel features my favourite plot twist I have ever read. I did start this novel knowing that she features this twist in one of her stories and yet I was still shocked and blown away. It is another perfect ending to a novel.

Since then, I have read a few more novels including Halloween Party, Death on the Nile, and The ABC Murders and I thoroughly enjoyed all of them (although, I did find Christie’s repetition of how annoying the murdered child Joyce is beyond frustrating). I was also privileged to witness the immersive experience of The Mousetrap. It was this fantastic play (and my friend Tyler) that finally encouraged me to pick up another of Christie’s iconic titles, The Murder of Roger Ackroyd. This book made me realise what others have known for a long time. Agatha Christie is the greatest mystery writer of all time.

The Murder of Roger Ackroyd is another classic murder mystery and yet it subverts all of the traditions masterfully. It is the perfect mix of the known and the unexpected. Set in a small village, a widow dies and soon afterwards so does her dear friend Roger Ackroyd. The novel follows a local doctor and, everyone’s favourite detective Poirot, as they unpick this chain of events. What made this reading experience totally unique was that I guessed the ending AND I still loved it. I managed to predict who the murderer was and decipher a major earlier reveal. Don’t worry, this blog is not now going to turn into a lengthy humble brag. Instead, I am going to reassure that I am very dumb. The murderer normally has one over me. It is very rare for me to guess a who-done-it, and even in the rare case that I do, I never get all the details. This is why I was in love with The Murder of Roger Ackroyd (in fact, I enjoyed it so much that I would call it my favourite mystery novel of all time). Even though I guessed what is for many a shocking reveal, I had less than no idea of how it could work. Christie is truly the master of making what civilians think as impossible entirely plausible within her world. When reading her novels, you are never unaware that she is far more intelligent than you are.

This blog post has been leading up to one final conclusion and it is one I have basically already stated earlier. No one ends a mystery like Agatha Christie. Sure, a writer might use the same concept or trope as Christie, but they cannot write like her at all. They cannot make you like a controversial ending, love a twist you knew was coming, or fascinated to disocver how who did it actually did it. The enjoyment of her novels does not rest on the ending, because her endings are always so well connected to the entire novel. No one writes an ending like Agatha Christie because they add an ending to their novel rather than naturally draw an ending out of a satisfying plot.

My Lasting Memory of Before Your Memory Fades

Before starting Toshikazu Mawaguchi’s Before Your Memory Fades, I took a photo of it in a coffee shop. In fact, I specifically took the book (which I knew I was not gonna read straight away) to the coffee shop to take a photo. It’s a book about coffee shops what can I say.

I took my typical coffee cup and book flat-lay but it didn’t seem quite right. So, in the spur of the moment I took another photo. In this one, I took a picture of the book with the coffee shop’s inspirational neon wall art (I think you all instantly pictured the exact vibe of this cafe). This motivational (or cheesy is you’re no fun) quote was a sign in itself… and not just because it is literally a sign. Unbeknownst to be, this book would strike a cord and resonate with my life.

I should have expected the book to pack an emotional punch. I have previously read the first two books in this series. Both Before The Coffee Gets Cold and Tales from the Cafe were fantastic reads. I even felt inspired to write a review of Before the Coffee Gets Cold. And yet I was unprepared for the tears and gasps this book would produce.

‘he realised that no matter how difficult life seemed, it could be completely turned around by a single epiphany’

Kawaguchi is known for tugging at your heart strings. All three novels in this series are formed of episodic intertwining chapters that detail one persons choice to travel in time.

At Cafe Donna, someone can return to the past… if they follow a few rules. These rules which include being unable to change the past and you have to rerun before your coffee gets cold, puts off a lot of visitors. Yet the stories in all three focus on a couple of examples where people are so desperate to return to the past that they go back anyway.

The people who travel in time have specific goals in mind. Their determination is admirable, if at times concerning. The strength of emotion it takes to travel in time, corresponds to the strength of emotion this book generates.

As mentioned, this book was a sign to me. Sometimes you read a book at the exact perfect time in your life, and this is certainly one of them for me.

‘You must, absolutely must… become happy Ok? Can you promise me?’

At the moment, I am on a journey. And in this journey, I have to choose myself and I have to choose life. The book reminded me to do this by showing me various people realising the same thing. Both ‘The Daughter’ and ‘The Comedian’ centre around characters who intent not to return to the past. They want to travel to the past to achieve their final wish before they say goodbye to their lives in the present.

The stories may sound depressing, but they are far from it. Interwoven into each story is an endless stream of beautiful and gut wrenching quotes. In fact it might be the most quotable book I have ever read. You could very easily steal multiple lines of this book to provide an inspirational Instagram account with a years worth of content. I never do this but I found myself literally gasping out loud when reading this book. I couldn’t help highlighting this book, because the book highlighted many key concepts for me.

Before Your Memory Fades is the perfect emotional read. Fans of self help books, Matt Haig, TJ Kline’s latest two novels will love this book. Its genre might be nearly incomparable to them, but they pack the same punch. I highlight recommend everyone read this book. Unless you haven’t read the first two yet. In that case, I encourage you to grab a cup of coffee, get cosy in bed, and get absorbed into the world of Cafe Donna.

The best romance novel of all time is not a romance novel: This is How You Lose The Time War by Amal El-Mohtar and Max Gladstone

Do you want a swoon worthy romance? Do you want a relationship to root for? Do you want to become deeply invested in a love story that does not concern you? If so, I would recommend you read This is How You Lose the Time War by Amal El-Mohtar and Max Gladstone.

Yes, you’ve heard me right. For a great romance, I am recommending you read a sci-fi novel.

This is How You Lose the Time War is not the most accessible novel. If you are used to reading contemporary rom-coms, it might not be what you are used to. The novel does not ease you in with a relatable world and quirky characters. Instead, the novel throws you in the deep end. You might say that, it thrusts you into a strand of time. The novel not only starts in the middle of the action, but it also does not have the most traditional characters. In fact, I have no idea what any of the characters in this novel look like and I only have a basic understanding of the wider world the novel takes place in. This might be strange to say as I have read the novel three times and wrote an essay on it. Yet, the joy of the novel is that it makes almost no sense but perfect sense at the same time. You don’t need to understand the ins and outs of the world because the romance is what draws you in.

At its core, This is How You Lose the Time War is an enemies to lovers romance. Red and Blue work for rival time organisations and are working against each other to manipulate the time line. This science fiction element forms the background of the novel. The intricacies of time and politics in the novel are almost unimportant. What matters is that the wider world has forced Red and Blue to be enemies.

Despite working against each other, Red and Blue start to communicate with each other. They leave each other letters which start off goading and full of banter and evolve into the most romantic lines of fiction you will ever read. Alongside this, the characters evolve. My personal favourite part of the novel is watching Red come into herself and embrace her inner thoughts. When you think of science fiction, you will probably think about some of the most famous evolutions or transformations of all fiction. But forget Frankenstein, The Fly, and X-Men. The sci-fi evolutions we should be talking about are in character development.

Because This is How You Lose the Time War is a novel focused so much of characters (both their relationships and their inner selves), it manages to be the perfect romance novel. It is forbidden love done perfectly. I’d say read the novel even if it seems intimidating. This might annoy sci-fi fans, but forget the world and just focus on the romance.

Fleabag season two is perfect from start to finish

The news that Fleabag is phenomenal is nothing new. In fact, it isn’t even news. It is a fact. While the first season is certainly a masterpiece it is season two that I cannot shut up about – much like the entire world when it first aired.

I originally watched the second season of Fleabag as soon as it aired. When I say as soon as it aired, I am being literal not hyperbolic. I distinctly remember watching the first episode in my university dorm room at dead on 10am before I started my work for the day. This then continued to be routine (if you can even call it a routine) for the next six weeks as each episode came out. Oh to be a uni student again and stick to such a relaxed schedule, starting work at 10:30 after a relaxing breakfast and an episode of Fleabag might literally be the dream.

Even though I was such an avid fan back in 2019, I had not rewatched season two since then. Don’t get my wrong, I had seen clips of the iconic moments and I obviously was unable to ignore the entire world falling in love with Andrew Scott one at a time. However, I had not sat down to basque in the glory of a perfectly crafted tv show. So that’s what I did last month.

I am a firm believer that the first episode of season two is the best episode of TV in existence. This is even something young nineteen year old me believed. It was this episode that confirmed that I love dinner party episodes of TV. I love when a show has a pause and focuses on character interactions in an isolated setting for just one episode – I instantly think of an iconic episode of Grey’s Anatomy (perfect Penny killed my husband). Watching again made me realise why I love it so much. I love characters dynamics and this episode concept is such a neat way of exploring these messy relationships.

Since watching Fleabag for the first time, I have also read one of my favourite books of all time (and perhaps the quintessentially-Jen concept for a book – There but for the by Ali Smith. This novel centres around a dinner party where a guest’s plus one adds a new meaning to guest room by refusing to leave it).

I have also come to realise that I love a classic Agatha Christie-esques murder mystery and I think I owe a lot of this to dinner parties. Closed room mysteries might not always include dinner parties, but they always carry the essence of them. People brought together in a room they can’t politely or easily leave having awkward conversations.

Phoebe Waller-Bridge takes the dinner party and elevates it. She savour every moment and brings out previously unannounced tastes. My favourite moment has to be the Priest’s joke about his brother, but the entire thing is iconic from the first second to the final frame (Waller-Bridge is so phenomenal that it might even be iconic after this to be honest). There’s Olivia Coleman’s Godmother being lovely and unlovable. There’s a swearing priests. There’s Fleabag and Claire’s conversation in the bathroom. And this is only the few things I can think of off the top of my head after watching it a good few weeks ago.

Don’t worry, my theory (or hard evidence) that Fleabag season two is perfect, does not rest entirely on the first episode. Even though I have much more I could say about these simple (but not so simple) thirty minutes of television, I will move on to discussing the season as a whole.

We all know that Fleabag and the Priest’s romance stole our hearts and refused to give it back. From the second Scott first entered the frame, his dog collar had us in a choke hold. We would all kneel if he told us to and we all want to drink M&S G&T’s from a can with him. He is the perfectly imperfect foil to Fleabag and that’s what makes the season heartbreaking.

On this re-watch however, I feel in love with another dynamic even more. And that has got to be the complex sisterhood at the route of the narrative. I somehow overlooked Claire the first time I watched this seasons, but in my rewatch I desperately wanted her to be happy. My heart was pulled in two directions towards both Fleabag and Claire. Yet, you do not have to make a choice between the two sisters. Much like our own sisters (or our eyebrows) we can love them both equally despite their differences. Even though both can’t achieve happiness, you route for them both. When talking to a friend about the season, I came to the conclusion that while Fleabag and the Priest are perfectly ill-fated soulmates, Claire and Klare are the opposite: they are the perfectly fated soulmates.

What’s the lesson from all this aimless rambling? Honestly, it is nothing new and it is very much not needed for anything other than a shameless want to discuss this season over and over again (much like I did with every single person I know who has watched this show before).

Old age isn’t scary, capitalism is: We Spread by Iain Reid

When you start reading We Spread, you assume that Iain Reid is prepping you to be afraid of the ageing process. As the novel starts with Penny entering a care home Six Ceders that she cannot remember choosing to go to, Reid prepares the reader for a conventional memory horror. But, Reid refuses to write a novel that is simply posing the question: does Penny have early Alzheimer’s or is her age being manipulated.

However, unlike a hallmark card for a 30 year-old woman, Reid does not make us fear the natural progression of time and the consequences it brings. Sure, you are afraid of loosing control while reading the novel. Yet, this is not linked to age. He flips the switch and makes you uncomfortably aware of another force that can take possession of your life – capitalism. The true horror of We Spread is the very real possibility that we could be forced to work right until our death.

In a world where the retirement age is gradually increasing (I am fully prepared for the government to have increased the age of retirement to about 90 by the time I am that old), there is nothing scarier that the idea that we constantly have to be productive.

Reid uses Six Ceders (and Shelley the manager) as a masquerade for the fear of growing older. Six Ceders is not scary because it is an unknown and strange setting where Penny is out of control. Instead, it is scary because Penny is forced to be productive while she is there. Shelley controls everything, not for a power trip, but to create the perfect situation to encourage Penny to finish her art. Shelley regulates the residents’ diet, sleep, and social time to create the optimal conditions for productivity.

Throughout most of her life, Penny was a wondering artist who started many different projects without finishing them. Yet, in her old age, she is being manipulated into completing her life’s work. Some might say a life’s work is never finished, but Shelley has other ideas. She is literally forcing everyone to finish what they started.

This idea can in some ways seem nice – I’m sure a lot of people would appreciate the chance to tie a bow around their unfinished projects. Yet, this is why Reid is so clever. He makes you rethink this. He reframes this concept. Penny has not been given free time to finish her work, she is a wind up toy that is never allowed to be off. We all know the feeling when we need to switch off from work and just simply be. Yet, Penny is in an environment that never lets her pause. Instead, just when she is ready to stop, Shelley winds her back up.

Penny is in an environment that is designed to never let her rest, and so are we. Reid forces us to encounter this. We all currently fear ageing yet we should really fear not being allowed to age.

To read my thoughts on Reid’s I’m Thinking of Ending Things, click here.

Does Stephen King write abused women or does he abuse women?

Does Stephen King write abused women or does he abuse women? This question has been posed before and has definitely been discussed far more eloquently. For something more academic then personal, I advise you look elsewhere. Carrie is famously a story of an abused and bullied teenager getting her revenge and I have heard horror stories about a weird scene in It. However, in this piece, I am going to exclusively refer to my own King reading journey.

I had noticed that King’s stories tend to include women who are being abused by men and for the most part I never thought this was an issue in his writing. I strongly believe that the horror in The Shining (both the novel and the film) is the patriarchy.

At university, I wrote an entire 5,000 word essay arguing my case. If you don’t want to be spoiled for a nearly 50 year old story that very much deserves its place as a cult classic, skip this paragraph. All the villains in the story represent the patriarchy in various ways and the heroes of the narrative (who save the day for themselves) are all children, women, and minorities. As the novel ends with them forming an alternative family outside of the patriarchal system, the violence the characters face allows for King to create a non-conformist message.

Yet, King writes abused women again and again and again. In fact, I don’t think I have read a King novel that does not include a woman being abused (even in novels you would not expect it in). When does writing abuse go to far? To answer this question I present to you Gerald’s Game.

I have been reading this novel on and off for the past few weeks and I have to say I have never had such a hard time reading a book. Normally, I am okay with reading difficult scenes (I proudly read American Psycho on a busy public train) but the abuse scenes here were beyond too much. The last time I skipped so many pages in a novel was when I read George Orwell’s 1984 and then that was only because everyone skips the government manifesto section. The experience of reading Gerald’s Game was entirely different. I literally could not read it. It was brutal and brutally it never ended (I feel uncomfortable even thinking about it). This novel abuses women in two ways: it goes into far too much detail and it does so for far too long. In this novel, King proves that he takes abuse too far. Much too far.