I saw the film adaptation of The Fury long before I managed to crack open its source material and make it all the way through to the end. No slight to author John Farris, but the film's source material was rather lengthy, convoluted and dense. Far too advanced for an eleven or twelve year-old with an undiagnosed form of what, in 1978 or '79, would have been called attention deficit disorder.
While the movie is fun for what it is, the novel is so much better. I have never gotten around to reading the sequels to it that Farris wrote. Although I have read his books All Heads Turn As the Hunt Goes By, Son of the Endless Night, Wildwood, and The Axman Cometh.
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