In the Tall Grass

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There is no morning or night here, Cal thought, only eternal afternoon. But even as this idea occurred to him, he saw that the blue of the sky was deepening and the squelchy ground beneath his sodden feet was growing dim.

En la hierba alta, es una historia de horror (creí que era de terror, pero efectivamente es de horror), que produce desde angustia en el inicio, hasta una repulsión tremenda por el desenlace de la misma. Desde el inicio, como lector sabes que los personajes no tienen que meterse en la hierba porque pasará algo horrible, por lo que sentirás esa angustia por evitar descubrir la verdad. Sin embargo, a medida que avanzan las páginas y se va aclarando la situación, ese sentimiento será reemplazado por la intriga de conocer si se van a morir los personajes o si por el contrario saldrán vivos de su percance. Lo mejor sin ninguna duda es el final, del cual obviamente no diré nada al respecto; lo único que mencionaré es que es impactante debido a la crueldad presentada. The DeMuths enter the grass, only to become immediately and inevitably separated in the seven foot foliage. Panic, coupled with prolonged exposure to the burning sun begins to drain the pair mentally and physically as it gradually dawns on them that leaving this overgrown field is not going to be as easy as previously thought. Her second thought was of a weak swimmer, caught in a retreating tide, pulled farther and farther from shore, not understanding how much trouble she was in until she began to scream, and discovered no one on the beach could hear her. That moment [in the short story] takes the reader to a place they’ve probably never been before—a very primal, basic place. The film is really about that: What is it to be human? What is our relationship to nature? When we’re broken down to our most basic components, is there more to us than just flesh? Are we more than just grass growing out of the ground?”He absorbed most of the impact, the springy mass of his suburban-dad gut softening her own fall. She shoved herself off him, began to scramble on all fours into the grass. I had already watched the film based based on the book so I already knew what to expect with this novella although I was hoping I would enjoy it a little more. TBH I did enjoy it more than the film but still didn’t think it was great. The shouts seemed to be coming from the far side of the field, where the grass was high. Hadn’t she already looked there? Hadn’t she tramped all through the grass, trying to find her? Hadn’t she got a little lost in the grass herself? Cal said, “Tobin, did you lure us in here? Tell me. I won’t be mad. Your father made you do it, I bet.”

He got to his knees. “Kid? Tobin? Sing—” He sneezed mud, wiped his face, and now smelled grass-goo when he inhaled. Better and better. A true sensory bouquet. “Sing out! You too, Mom!” Cuando tocas la roca (o la abrazas, da igual), puedes ver. Sabes un montón de cosas más. Pero también te da más hambre. After driving for three days, they stop at a field of grass over nine feet high after they hear a boy named Tobin calling for help. The twins also hear his mother Natalie yelling at him to stop making noise, warning "he will hear you". Cal thinks Tobin is just a few feet inside the field and walks into it to rescue the boy, Natalie's cries having mysteriously gone silent. Tobin sounds close so he dives for him, only to find no one there and realize that Tobin's voice now sounds far away. No pude evitar pensar en Jeepers Creepers durante las primeras paginas. Por el hecho de ser dos hermanos en la carretera, por la locación, la iglesia. Y tras eso es inevitable no pensar en "los chicos del maíz", entre algunas otras historias de S.K. Y sospecho que hay detalles y referencias que solo pueden apreciar los que hayan leído toda la saga de la Torre Oscura No,” Cal said. “I don’t think it is. I’d rather stay lost.” Maybe it was just his imagination, but the buzzing seemed to be getting louder.He gulped at the air. His heart galloped. He waited for the buzzing in his head to pass, then realized it wasn’t in his head after all. They really were flies. He could see them shooting in and out through the grass, a swarm of them around something through the shifting curtain of yellow-green, just ahead of him. He tittered. “Right idea. Wrong conclusion. I was just going to hook up with my boy. Already found my wife. Want to meet her?”