The despair has a name: Carrie White

A first master stroke! Few pages but so many things to say (not the case with all his books ...). Anything goes, adolescence, the difficult compared to others, the hierarchy of the unsaid, the very difficult relationship with oneself, love, inadequacy to the social world, religion and its excesses, mother-daughter relationships . In fact, everything that can bother a / a teenager. If you remove the fantastic story, one would almost think a bio or a small story about ordinary cruelty. Carrie is lost between two worlds, that of his mother, fundamentalist fundamentalist (both yes both), where the Bible becomes a cursed book when it is read by crackpots. His mother is a superstition concentrate, an inquisitive species lost in the modern world, and that will punch its weight his shift his time on Carrie (see Jesus Camp matter). Soldier of God (here's a paradox), she wants Carrie to follow his path. Except that Carrie has other concerns, she is a teenager in love with Tommy (almost a noble knight!), Himself in love with another ... The big worry is that Carrie has a TK discomfort, power which focuses the sum of cruelty she receives from all sides. Stephen King, with a very intelligent construction of the narrative, involves lots of microphones stories, interviews, trial extracts, extracts discussions around the TK, offering a kind of credibility to its purpose.
We learn that this gene appears in several places, much like the X-Men, or the golden man K.Dick with mutations in humans. So this fragmented stimulus constantly building interest, explores the subject full of facets. Carrie, the enemy of his mother suffers the pain of his class, but also the concern of internal security ... What to do when children become real nuclear bombs? The away, kill them? Both of open runs the King will explore later (Charlie is not she a little Carrie in another context?)
The end, you know almost all (I do not give it anyway), is the peak of despair, yet, when Carrie rebels finally, it is mistaken. Sadistic irony of fate, beautifully depicted in his face before God (which is of course silent).
The book closes, it does not feel very well. Perhaps his most nihilistic book, despite a fantastic aspect that is only likely evolution of the human, lost in a tunnel that closes on the empty, nothing but empty. In the end it is perhaps the most shocking of the book, this cruelty, this violence, this desperate battle, this eagerness, so that in the end, there is neither reward nor respite, that nothingness that makes fun of all.