It's not surprising
Stephen King should approach John Kennedy's assassination through
time-travel; one of King's recurring themes is a nostalgia for a more
innocent America. His use of the time travel device to alter history
is not a new one; in fact, at its best 11.22.63 feels like a
particularly good Twilight Zone episode, the kind the late Richard
Matheson, one of King's heroes, might have written, and indeed it
carries some of the same themes as Harlan Ellison's City On The Edge
Of Forever from Star Trek. Having said that, inevitably as a JFK
killing novel it disappoints.
Jake Epping is a
recently divorced school teacher in Maine, who is recruited to time
-travel by Al, the dying owner of a local diner, who has discovered a
portal back to 1958, and who wants to prevent Lee Harvey Oswald from
killing JFK five years later. Since you come back from your journey
only minutes older, regardless of how long you've stayed in the past,
this is possible—but because he is dying before he's become
absolutely sure of Oswald's guilt, Al needs Jake, with no ties to the
present, to do the job for him.
The novel is really
Jake's story, not Kennedy's, and it's a very good one. I compared it
to the Twilight Zone but there is one difference—at 700-plus pages,
King's novel lacks the economy of a TV script. Jake's dry runs,
trying to alter the history of a local killing, and his romance in
the past, are King at his best—his strongest point may be in
subjecting human emotions to the relentless twists of fate—and his
prose, while occasionally digressive, moves forward. Because this is
time travel the reader needs to allow some slack for repetition: form
follows function and seeing the same story from slightly different
angles reinforces our sense of time as a dimension, if not an entity
of its own (which King implies as time itself seems to conspire
against Jake making changes in it).
King's style, which includes setting the scene through intensive use of brand-names, references specifics of the everyday to serve as mundane contrast to the horrors he writes about. It was something adopted by the so-called 'dirty realists' in the mainstream, who used the specifics of working-class life in America as a sort of horror trope to contrast with the safety of their middle-class academic life. I was therefore on the alert for anachronisms in 11.22.63, and spotted only a couple, the most telling being a reference to George Of The Jungle, a Jay Ward cartoon that didn't air until 1967. Being old sometimes has its advantages--but perhaps time itself was just messing with King or me.
Of course, the fabric of time is more fragile than either Jake or Al realise. There is a character whom they encounter as they go through the portal, whom I was convinced was Jake himself, in an ultimate time paradox, but turns out not to be when the final twists of fate are revealed. But King makes much of the butterfly effect, of causality, particularly in relation to JFK—his scenario of the future had Kennedy survived is one of the more fascinating parts of the book.
King's style, which includes setting the scene through intensive use of brand-names, references specifics of the everyday to serve as mundane contrast to the horrors he writes about. It was something adopted by the so-called 'dirty realists' in the mainstream, who used the specifics of working-class life in America as a sort of horror trope to contrast with the safety of their middle-class academic life. I was therefore on the alert for anachronisms in 11.22.63, and spotted only a couple, the most telling being a reference to George Of The Jungle, a Jay Ward cartoon that didn't air until 1967. Being old sometimes has its advantages--but perhaps time itself was just messing with King or me.
Of course, the fabric of time is more fragile than either Jake or Al realise. There is a character whom they encounter as they go through the portal, whom I was convinced was Jake himself, in an ultimate time paradox, but turns out not to be when the final twists of fate are revealed. But King makes much of the butterfly effect, of causality, particularly in relation to JFK—his scenario of the future had Kennedy survived is one of the more fascinating parts of the book.
And King's characterisation of Oswald and Marina serves as an interesting counterpoint to Jake's courtship of Sadie, his fellow schoolteacher in the past. It also provides an explanation, albeit a thin one, of why George DeMohrenschildt and his white-Russian friends in Dallas might have befriended the supposed leftist Oswald—because of his wife, and despite him. Though DeMohrenschild seems to be amused by this version of Oswald, and this hints at a problem.
DeMohrenschildt is the
lynch-pin of King's plot—Al tells Jake he needs to determine if
George is the man behind Oswald's attempt on the right-wing Gen.
Edwin Walker; if he wasn't then Oswald truly is a lone crazed
assassin. The problem is, even in King's scenario, DeMohrenschildt
seems more involved in that plot than not. And in reality, his apparent suicide
just before Gaeton Fonzi was to interview him on behalf of the House
Assassinations investigation (the 'suicide Bill O'Reilly claimed to have heard from DeMohrenschild's front porch, which was a neat trick as it was proven O'Reilly was in Flordia at that time) remains as suspicious as Johnny
Roselli's dismembered body being found floating in a gas drum in
Miami, just before his recall for a second round of testimony before
the same committee.
For King, the question
seems to be more about Kennedy, and us, than about Oswald. Do we
believe that Kennedy's death ended some sort of Camelot, and do we
need to believe that death was not a mere random act, by a willful
malcontent? In trying to answer those questions through time-travel
King actually confuses the issues, because time itself seems to be
acting as if it trying to preserve the act we consider random—in
other words, it is a kind of predestination-- and the Camelot we may
think ended with JFK turns out to be better in many ways than the
world he might have left behind had he completed his presidency. That
is a paradox which renders King's own scenario of the assassination
itself less important than the way time impacts on the lives of his
characters, and what they are and are not able to overcome as people.
So the final reveal, the wider scope of history, and the ultimate denouement, all feel rushed in relation to what's gone before. The bigger future shouldn't be a shadow of the assassination's becoming a narrower concern, but it's a broader one too. It's ultimately not very satisfying as a look at that assassination, though it makes
for an entertaining, if overblown, Twilight
Zone time travel story.
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