Pet Sematary: More Excerpts

The Excerpt:

"Yuck!" She looked back at the blowdown and yelled: "You tore my pants, you cruddy trees!"

All three of the grownups laughed. The blowdown did not. It merely sat whitening in the sun as it had done for decades. To Louis it looked like the skeletal remains of some long dead monster, something slain by a parfait good and gentile knight, perchance. A dragon's bone, left here in a giant cairn.


My Comment:

Beautiful medieval imagery--But really, where is this going? Blah, blah, blah. . .murder your darlings--backspace. . .lol :)

Also, I believe it is the majority vote that we all have the knowledge that a pile of branches doesn't laugh. I understand poetic license and all that, but c'mon now.

Favorite excerpts so far:

. . .spend your whole life inspecting children's feet for hammertoe or putting on the thin latex gloves so you could grope along some woman's vaginal canal with one educated finger, feeling for bumps and lesions.


Although I have never seen the movie, or previously read the book (Barbie, my wife has and told me about it). The main character, Louis Creed is characterized as a logical person--having a good grip on the realities of situations. Eventually, this detiorates, and he loses his sense of the real world. Now, I like this because he is a general practitioner working at an infirmary--not a specialist. His daughter, Ellie, asks him why he won't be a specialist. I love the bluntness of this line.

. . .A dog got them and ripped them open instead of just chasing them like the bumbling, easily fooled dogs in the TV cartoons, or another tom got them, or a poisoned bait, or a passing car. Cats were the gangsters of the animal world, living outside the law and often dying there. There were a great many of them who never grew old by the fire.

Kudos to the King for this one. I love the metaphor of the cats being 'gangsters'. It paints quite a picture.


Christopher Tran