The scene that disturbed me most of all was the way Jessie escaped from the handcuffs. He came across as a male chauvinist prick that deserved to die and have bits chewed off him by a stray dog. I also found Jessie and Gerald’s marriage pretty disturbing. Any mother who thinks that and appears to hate her daughter should have her children taken into care and be bitch slapped into the next decade. At one point her mother says he treats Jessie like his girlfriend instead of his daughter. I was also chilled by the implication Jessie’s mother may have suspected her father’s intentions and did nothing. I found the flashbacks of her father abusing her pretty disturbing. Her denial caused her to flee from two women who could have helped her deal with it. She never told anyone and King implies this event has affected her significantly as an adult. Jessie was sexually abused by her father when she was ten and alone with him during an eclipse. Gerald’s Game deals with some pretty dark subject matter. His descriptions made the whole reading experience very vivid.
I felt extremely close to Jessie because of this. Although the point of view is the third person we’re shown everything from Jessie’s viewpoint which is very intimate, almost like a first person narrator. I liked the way Gerald’s Game was narrated. I couldn’t find any flaws with the prose.
The whole novel had a very tense, claustrophobic atmosphere which created great suspense. I kept thinking if I’d been in her position I would have thrashed about on the bed weeping until I starved to death or died of fright. I felt Jessie’s experience was very real to the extent it made me squirm. The main focus of the narrative is how the hell she’s going to get out of this mess. For more than 90% of the novel the main character is handcuffed to a bed while her husband lies dead on the floor.
I think King’s concept for the novel is great. It has some great stuff and not so great stuff. I can’t quite bring myself to love it but I don’t hate it either. It’s not one of my favourite King novels but its high on my list of ‘books I think are pretty decent’. Jessie could hear the back door banging lightly, randomly in the October breeze blowing around the house. Except for the voices in her head that had begun to chatter and argue and sneer. Leaving Jessie alone and helpless in a lakeside holiday cabin. Aimed to hit him where it hurt.Īnd now he was dead – a coronary on the floor. Lying there, spreadeagled and naked while he’d loomed and drooled over her, she’d felt angry and humiliated. But this time Jessie didn’t want to play.
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