It is also profoundly optimistic. Despite the body count, despite the cosmic horror, the novel argues that love—specifically the fierce, irrational love of friends who bled together in a sewer—can, in fact, bend the universe.
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In the summer of 1986, Stephen King unleashed something that refused to stay buried. It wasn’t just a clown. It wasn’t just a spider. It was a 1,138-page behemoth of a novel about a monster that eats children and the adults who forget they ever saw it. Nearly forty years later, IT has transcended its pulp origins. It isn’t merely a bestseller; it is a modern American myth.