Rosemary's Baby (Bloomsbury Film Classics) (Signet)

by Ira Levin

Otto Penzler (Introduction)

She is a housewife—young, healthy, blissfully happy. He is an actor—charismatic and ambitious. The spacious, sun-filled apartment on Manhattan's Upper West Side is their dream home—a dream that turns into an unspeakable nightmare. . . .
Enter the chilling world of Ira Levin—where terror is as near as your new neighbors . . . and where evil wears the most innocent face of all. . . .
--front flap

• ISBN10: 1453217525
• ISBN13: 9781453217528
• Publish Date: 20 August 2014 (first published May 1968)
• Publish Status: Active
• Publish Country: US
• Imprint: Pegasus Books
• Format: eBook
• Pages: 256
• Language: English

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[cornerfolds]

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[thepunktheory]

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Ira Levin certainly created a classic in terms of horror literature. I can see how groundbreaking and shocking it must haven been when it was published in 1967. Today almost everybody knows the story, so there's not that much a plot twist left to discover, but back in the day it surely was unexpected. I enjoyed the way he builds up the characters, making their every move feel relatable. Despite the many years that have passed and a few things simply not being familiar, I could still lose myself in the story. Moreover, Levin is very subtle about all the horror, that's what makes it even creepier. Instead of being very in your face all the time, the little hints, the not knowing is what makes your skin crawl.

[gmcgregor]

If you were to ever ask anyone if they can think of a piece of pop culture about the horrors of pregnancy, the answer you'd probably hear is Rosemary's Baby. Most people would mean the Polanski film, but that cinema classic (one of the few horror movies even I enjoy!) was based on Ira Levin's original novel. It's quite short, almost more of a novella. It tells the story of young newlywed Rosemary Woodhouse, who begins the story by moving into an exclusive Manhattan apartment building with her up-and-coming actor husband, Guy. A friend from her time in the workforce tries to warn her about the bad reputation the place has, but the couple is excited and moves in anyways.

Rosemary, estranged from her own Midwestern family, is eager to have a child, but Guy is hesitant until he starts spending time around the Castevets, their elderly next-door neighbors, and he gets a promising role when the originally-cast actor is struck blind. The night they conceive, Rosemary's drink is spiked and while she remembers an oddly demonic evening, Guy claims nothing unusual happened. She's steered away from her first choice of doctor to one the Castevets prefer, who counsels her to not talk about how her pregnancy is going with her friends. After months of agonizing pain (and daily nutritional drinks provided by the Castevets), Rosemary complains to a friend, who starts looking into what could be wrong. He's struck down suddenly, and his last message to Rosemary is a warning about her new friends. Heavily pregnant and with no one to turn to, Rosemary is suddenly terrified about what exactly she's going to be giving birth to.

What came through the most strongly to me, from today's perspective, is a warning about how abusers work. Rosemary is cut off from her family, from the doctor she wants to go to, from her friends and a community of women who would be able to tell her that her experiences aren't normal. Her husband and neighbors do all of it cheerfully, in the guise of caring about her, but they're really isolating her so they can better control her. It's incremental enough that she barely even notices the noose tightening around her until it's too late. That, as much as the reality that you have no idea what your baby is going to be like until it comes out, is the horror.

Honestly, this is a situation where the movie is better. The book isn't bad, but it's unspectacular. None of the characters is all that compelling, the dialogue doesn't spark, the prose is unremarkable. The performances (particularly Mia Farrow) and atmosphere Polanski was able to render on film flesh out the bones of the interesting idea Levin's work presents and explores. The book on its own isn't unworth your time, particularly because it's so short, but its not anything special.

[ibeforem]

Like most people, I at least knew the basic premise behind Rosemary’s Baby, but I had never read the book or even seen the movie. “Disquieting” is perhaps the perfect word to describe this book. There is just this subtle thread of dread throughout the entire story that is amazing. I highly, highly recommend it. I’m looking forward to picking up some other books writting by Levin.