11/22/63 – Stephen King


I stared at the cash. “Money comes back. It stays, no matter how many times you use the rabbit-hole.” We’d been over this point, but I was still trying to get it through my head.
“Yeah, although it’s still back there, too—complete reset, remember?”
“Isn’t that a paradox?”
He looked at me, haggard, patience wearing thin. “I don’t know. Asking questions that don’t have answers is a waste of time, and I don’t have much.”
“Sorry, sorry. What else have you got in there?”
“Not much. But the beauty of it is that you don’t need much. It was a very different time, Jake. You can read about it in the history books, but you can’t really understand it until you’ve lived there for awhile.”

If someone, say a friend, told us to jump down a hole. Do we jump? In a very extreme case, if one dying friend told us to jump down a time portal to safe JFK, would we do it? Jake Epping did, with just a little bit, if not much at all, considerations. Almost without a second thought.
The next thing we know, Jake founds himself in the similar old King’s world where a school teacher searches and stalks the antagonist; like another school teacher named Johnny Smith in his If you could go back in time to 1932 and kill Hitler, would you? moment. In the old dreary Derry,  meeting up again with their young residents Beverly Marsh and Richie Tozier of the legendary Losers Club. And from there the plot slowly evolves, Lee Harvey Oswald and the whole JFK business are pushed to the backseat and it all becomes some kind of a reverse Time Traveller’s Wife. Different time but all familiar King’s story for us, as usual.


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