Perhaps the horror aspect is toned down, but what shines through is the vivid and colorful portrayal of small town life in the 1960s. It shows how innocence can vanish in the blink of an eye and yet, in some mysterious way, be rediscovered. The story delves deep into the fabric of that era, painting a detailed picture of the people, their relationships, and the events that shaped their lives. The characters are richly developed, each with their own unique quirks and personalities. You can almost feel the warmth of the community and the sting of the losses. It's a captivating read that keeps you engaged from start to finish. With a solid 4.5 stars, it comes highly recommended for anyone who enjoys a good story that explores the human condition and the passage of time.
Three years ago, thanks to Stranger Things on TV, people in Hollywood seemed to realize that the nostalgia market was a gold mine. Especially because Generation X began to write fiction and develop concepts that strongly recalled the glories of their childhood.
At that time, fantasy, it is said, was generic. But there was also a family movie that became generic by representing over and over again groups of children or preteens, residents of some suburb or small rural town, who, riding their bikes, faced all kinds of adventures, of all kinds of tones. In the movies, these adventures were more flattering, like in The Goonies or E.T. In literature, these adventures were a bit more macabre. The central point of many of these works was like a kind of "swan song" of a lost childhood for those who developed them at that time, who are the members of the previous generation. The Baby Boomers.
A man from Maine first wrote a short novel about a group of boys who in a summer were looking for the corpse of another boy. And then he wrote a very long novel about a group of boys who were facing an entity dressed as "Ah, Laughing Clown!". The first adaptation of that book was a reference that terrified my own generation, despite the horror being toned down for TV. The second adaptation was a box office hit and broke all the records for a horror movie.
But there was also a second book. A book written by a man from Illinois. By the chameleonic author of Hyperion, a gem of gems in science fiction. We don't know if this novel, written five years after the clown novel, is a tribute or just a parallel view, of another childhood and in another part of the same country. Because it is very similar. And when I say very similar, it is very similar. Themes, concepts, similar scenes and secondary characters. It is very similar and yet very different.
The main problem one has when reading Summer of Night is the enormous temptation to compare it with IT. Especially when we are three weeks away from the premiere of the conclusion of the movie. Both authors have had a career, but King's influence on everything is undeniable and inescapable at all levels. Simmons has only just gotten the first adaptation of one of his works with The Terror.
But let's go from the comparison to the particular. Beyond the superficial similarities (The Losers' Club vs. The Bike Patrol) or the truly equivalent quality of the prose, there are nuances that separate the two novels. The first nuance has to do with the fact that Summer of Night is not necessarily a cosmic horror novel, but a supernatural one. There is a big change there that completely changes the focus of evil, although its intention is the same.
Another thing is that Simmons seems rather only interested in writing the apology of his childhood in a slice-of-life story. King, on the other hand, does this and adds his usual commentary and the background about the violent history of the US as a mirror of the history of Derry. In addition, King does diversity control and Simmons not so much. The last one is that there is no two-time structure, there are no interludes with metatext (which in IT work to change the rhythm of the story and soften its enormous length. Here, whether anyone likes it or not, that is not needed).
I was going to say that Simmons comes out better off by avoiding questionable passages, but I thought this before reading the point where Simmons DOES add a questionable passage. True, nothing of the caliber of what happens in IT, but it is similar. And I think it shows a lot and it already goes from questionable to reproachable when we realize that Simmons seems to have written the passage in full possession of his faculties (something that is debatable with King, but it is suspected that he was not).
The definitive drawback of Simmons is the way in which each of the characters stand out on their own and as a whole (The Bike Patrol). In particular, there is one, Kevin, who only has his own personality at the end of the novel and could have been better drawn. And as is usually the case in these novels, most of the adults lack charm (but this is almost always intentional).
But in the end, I think the fundamental point here is that if one distills the novel to its essential components (plot, characters and prose), it stands on its own, and if one forgets about IT for a moment, Summer of Night is also a terrifying novel, full of lyricism, of an elegiac tone for childhood and full of threat.
To make an absurd analogy, let's talk about songs. Summer of Night is to horror literature (or to the coming-of-age horror novel of the baby boomer generation) what a song like I'd lie for you (and that's the truth) by Meat Loaf would be. Written by Diane Warren more or less as a mirror of the four years before I'd do anything for love (but I won't do that) by Jim Steinman. A similar mirror, infinitely less influential, less complex and that strongly recalls the other. But that also stands on its own and that if one completely removes the comparison, it is truly solid. It works the same with the songs of Raphael: Yo sigo siendo aquél by José Luis Perales versus Yo soy aquél by Manuel Alejandro. But I digress.
The only problem that does not come from the comparison is the justification of evil in the novel. When Simmons wrote it, the conspicuous and Machiavellian Valencian family that motivates the supernatural element of the plot was not as much in the spotlight as it is now. Then, after seeing them even on the cereal box nowadays, the idea that they would have done what Simmons put no longer sounds as relevant or as scabrous. In addition, we are talking about the author who put Keats and Homer in beautiful ways in contemporary genre literature, so seeing him resort to making up things in Rome that only have an effect on the people who are impressed by the same thing in Angels and Demons is a demerit.
In any case, I highly recommend reading Simmons and putting this novel on two very different fronts: on the one hand, as another take, as a coda to an entire era in horror literature, and on the other hand as an accent in the work of this author who has tried them all. And in all of them that air of strangeness and threat has come out well.
P.S.1: By the way… What were those who say the novel is heavy smoking? It has 60% of the page count of IT!
P.S.2: Summer of Night is another title for which the translator should be shot. Why was it wrong to call it Nocturnal Summer or Summer of Night? But well.
Now, let's talk about what really irks me in this book. Dan Simmons included every mundane thing he could find. Some reviews say this helps you get to know the characters, but I beg to differ. If half the book is filled with such stuff, it's just unnecessary. For example, in chapter 10, you spend the first half reading about the boys playing baseball, and it goes on and on. Ugh! I could have skipped that part without any impact on my understanding of the story. I wouldn't have needed to go back because I missed a crucial clue. Why? Because it just wasn't needed!
Next, let's discuss the book's descriptions of locations. Dan Simmons seemed fixated on describing things as if the reader were walking around with a compass or a measuring tape. Characters were constantly going in specific directions or were a certain number of feet apart. Case in point:
I mean, why? Why?
❗"Cordie did not look right or left as she strode through the woods, climbed the embankment about fifty feet south of where Dale had come down."
❗"The invaders had reached the far side of the quarry and were closing in from the north and south. But the woods started twenty feet beyond the quarry and went on for miles."
❗ "On the edge of a small copse of trees in a glade about five hundred yards north of the quarry and a quarter of a mile northeast of calvary cemetry, Gypsy Lane ran north to the south about five hundred feet west of them."
Also, the way the kids speak to each other is a bit off. I could imagine Duane talking like that, but not the rest of the boys.
Furthermore, the hygiene habits of those boys were terrible. With all the unnecessary details the author managed to squeeze in, you'd think he'd have included more bath times for them.
However, if the book doesn't annoy you to the point of giving up, Dan Simmons finally delivers the scares. It's really, really good. Heck, you might even forgive him for the baseball part and all the compass-like descriptions.
P.S: I would have loved to see more of Cordie Cooke. That girl was badass!
Did you know that the monster under the bed is real? So is the one in the closet. And that creepy school janitor? There's a very dark reason he's so creepy.
This is my second encounter with Dan Simmon's work, and it has left me regretting not discovering him sooner. He's been around for a while - this book dates back to 1991 - but he eluded my notice until I recently read the outstanding The Terror, and now this one.
Simmon's ability to fill 600 pages with rich detail is on par with that of Stephen King, and his sense of history is far superior. While King excels in present-day popular culture, Simmons effortlessly weaves a period piece set 50 years ago with a web of historical details that stretch all the way back to ancient Egypt via Aliester Crowley and the Borgia popes. He presents this to us through the eyes of children.
We first meet our young heroes in the final minutes of their last day in 6th grade. The story unfolds during the following summer, which for most American kids is arguably the last true summer of childhood before puberty and the journey towards adulthood begins. It's 1960, perhaps the last summer of America's childhood before social upheavals and technological advancements set the country on its path to the modern age. The evil, which is a must in a horror novel, is a thousand years old. I can't say more without spoiling it.
As a story of small town children battling an evil that has lurked at the heart of their town for generations, Summer of Night inevitably invites comparisons to Stephen King's It. All I can say is that King's story was told from the perspective of kids who were somewhat the social outcasts of their town, while Simmons' story is more from the perspective of an average child's experience. I would suggest judging each novel on its own merits and avoiding the obvious comparison.
The childhood perspective, Illinois small town setting, and time period also bring to mind Ray Bradbury's classic Something Wicked this way Comes. However, any real comparison is at best superficial. Bradbury's book was often allegorical, while Simmons opts for realism. Bradbury would frequently pause the action to wax lyrical about the magic of childhood, while Simmons leaves the lyrics unspoken as he describes the children's lives through the action, leaving it to the reader to recognize the magic. Between the two writers, I can't help but think that Simmons would appeal more to a modern reader's sensibilities.
Sorry for going on so long, but this was one of the best reads I've had in a while.