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Summary from the Library of Congress cataloging-in-Publication Data: [P.M.], the thirteen-year-old son of French-Canadian immigrants, inherits the ability to become invisible, but this power soon leads to death and destruction.
Excerpts/Notes:
* Comment from the back cover from Stephen King:
* Controversial material is present throughout this book, and may not all be noted here.
P.M. is discussing an experience with his aunt:
That night he goes to bed “erupted into ecstasy”…
[P.M.] remembering Father B.’s whispered warnings…about such practices…could it be a sin if you did it out of love…surrendered to a terrible longing…
Talking about a photograph, and then leaves with his friend late at night:
Rumors of bonfires and pagan rituals…appearance of ghosts…fires were nothing but their own whiskey breaths…P. was an expert eavesdropper…reported all that he heard to me… “These are meetings with masked men…carry torches...” [P. tells him]…they sneak out one night to see…men began to emerge from the cars…wore white shrouds with peaked hoods, their eyes dark caves where holes had been cut…hooded figure carried a huge wooden cross…he raised the cross above his head, like an evil priest in a pagan ceremony, defying God…
lowered my head…a hooded figure walking in our direction…a rifle in one hand, a whiskey bottle in another…guard passed so close…I raised my head again…cross had become a fiery torch…Klansmen leapt and danced…silence fell…hooded men formed a circle around the crossbearer.
invaders streaming into the parking lot carrying clubs and baseball bats, yelling and screaming as they ran towards the Klansmen…
…hooded guard was coming our way, waiving his rifle… “I see you…you little shitters.” …He’s drunk…drunk as a bat and doesn’t see me… “The hell with it,” [the Klansman said] (21-22).
Talking about his aunt:
He wrote her a poem and gave it to her…her robe had fallen open once more…tops of her breasts were again visible, round and full…red garters on her thighs…made my eyes bulge and my heart pound…eyes were fastened on her breasts…I feasted on them…felt the surge of ecstasy developing…my body quivered with delight…it had happened while she watched…I could not move…the terrible stickiness in my trousers (30-31).
In the next several pages P.M. and his aunt are chatting, she tells her thirteen-year-old nephew about a pregnancy and that the baby died: …she took my hand and placed it on the white blouse, on her breast…my fingers cupped her breast, caressing instantly and instinctively…as if I had been born for this… “Do you like that?” she asked, covering my hand that covered her breast (53).
The worst sin had always been that sly act at night in bed when I summoned the visions that brought me both ecstasy and shame.
Takes his father’s lunch to work:
The fade takes place and he spies on a schoolgirl named T.:
…she was a little girl despite the flashy sweater and the budding breasts…I stared at Mr. D. and T…I saw Mr. D., who collected at the ten o’clock mass on Sunday mornings, pull T. to him and run his hand over her breasts…[Mr. D. gives her money]…[Mr. D.] raised her legs onto his shoulders and plunged his face between her legs. He moaned…as he burrowed between her thighs…he gasped her name and reached around now to clutch her buttocks…
P.M. goes to confession and confesses touching a woman’s breasts [his aunt’s].
He fades again and goes into the house of another girl with whom he obsesses, P.W., watches her undress and he continues to watch her even after her brother E.W. comes in her room:
She raised her face to his [the sister to the brother]. And they kissed. Hungrily, deeply…mouths opening to each other…small moaning sounds coming from them…his hand slipped inside her robe…the sounds of their lovemaking…gasps of pleasure as they tumbled into bed…E.W. and P.W. were indistinct forms beneath the covers (129-130).
He is watching O.L. take money from a young boy and demanding oral sex from J., who is “nine or ten (132)”:
…I had begun to fade.
…I saw the boy dropping to his knees with O.L.
O.L.’s hand moved to his belt buckle and then to the buttons of his fly.
I flew at O.L. …I drove my shoulder into his stomach, my head into his chest. I rejoiced at his bellow of pain…watching him struggle to his feet…I kicked him in the groin…I kicked again, my shoe finding his jaw…he howled in agony…moaning, flecks of foam spilling from his mouth…the sweetness of assault…my heart beat joyously (133-134).
There is a fight:
…weapons appeared…clubs and hammers and sawed-off bats…the first blood splash from the cheek of R.R. …a knife blade glinted lethally…spotted my father…the giant shook himself free of my father…I saw the flash of the knife again…my father staggered from the crowd, clutching his chest, blood cascading through his fingers…legs buckling beneath him, knees sagging…finally crumpled completely to the ground…his head striking the gravel (146-147).
…I invited the fade…[P.M. goes to R.T.’s house]…R.T. on the phone: “H., who’s more important – your wife or me?...The hell with her…Get your ass over here.” …I looked at him, hating him. I thought of my aunt R. in his bed…B. and all the other kids at his mercy…men beaten up in alleys…scabs he had brought…my father, wounded and bleeding, and maybe dead…I searched…found the weapon I needed…I picked it up…the peculiar sound that passed his lips as the knife penetrated his flesh and found its mark (150-151).
This book goes forward and P.M. is dead, but leaves behind a manuscript:
P.M.’s uncle talks about his fade experiences:
P.M. thinks about how he killed R.T.:
In the remaining chapter, P. M.’s nephew now has the fade and what appears to be multiple personalities. They begin to fight and one of O.’s [P.M.’s nephew] personalities is telling him to kill his uncle. There is a struggle for a knife and P.M. stabs his nephew to death.
Research by M. Lyn