The eponymous character of Stephen King’s 1983 bestseller, Christine, is a 1958 Plymouth who will be responsible for 10 murders before the novel ends.
In 1978 in a town outside Pittsburgh, Arnie Cunningham—a smart kid with pimples and a passion for auto mechanics which his college professor parents reluctantly tolerate—sees a car he is determined to have.
The car, in his best friend’s opinion, is a pile of junk, and the guy selling her, Roland LeBay, is no better.
From the day he makes his down payment, Arnie’s obsession with Christine alienates him from his family and his only real friend, Dennis, the story’s narrator.
Dennis begins to notice odd things. He suspects Arnie is in some kind of trouble, what kind he doesn’t know.
King’s characters are ordinary people who for the most part do predictably ordinary things, which makes the dark forces that seep out of his pages seem especially sinister.
King has a special knack for depicting ’60s and ’70s teens: Their slang, snacks, school life, teachers all are spot on.
If you don’t care for King’s sinister side, you could read the novel as an inquiry into the century-old question: What is it with guys and their cars anyway?
Christine by Stephen King
Viking Press. ©1983. 526 p.
1983 bestseller #5. My grade: B
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