I Am Jack's Ax: Breaking Down the Barriers of Stanley Kubrick's Film The Shining

By R. H. Vatcher

I Am Jack's Ax describes what viewers didn't observe in the orignal film The Shining (1980). This book will explain the ghost narratives that are floating invisibly throughout the film. 

• Language: English
• Publisher: Shoulder Books
• Release date: Nov 24, 2019
• ISBN: 9781087854083

R. H. Vatcher

R.H. Vatcher grew up in Oradell, N.J. and joined the US Navy, and USS Independence in 1989 as an Electronic Warfare Technician. Having lived abroad for ten years in China 中国 after assisting with the construction of the San Francisco Bay Bridge as part of a team of QA consultants, he returned to the United States to write, and illustrate "I Am Jack's Ax" in May, 2017. When not writing zombie comedies, and other zany classified chronicles, R.H. is usually chasing Shawshank Chipmunk out of his cabin in Fort Garland. Speaks Mandarin.

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I Am Jack’s Ax

BREAKING DOWN THE BARRIERS OF

STANLEY KUBRICK’S FILM THE SHINING

Conceptualized, and Written by: R. H. Vatcher

"If you want to know who we are

We are gentlemen of Japan:

On many a vase, and jar —

On many a screen, and fan"

—W.S. Gilbert, and Arthur Sullivan

March 1885

The years … when I pursued the inner images were the most important time of my life. Everything else is to be derived from this. It began at that time, and the later details hardly matter anymore. My entire life consisted in elaborating what had burst forth from the unconscious, and flooded me like an enigmatic stream, and threatened to break me. That was the stuff, and material for more than only one life.... Everything later was merely the outer classification, the scientific elaboration, and the integration into life. But the numinous beginning, which contained everything, was then.

—Carl Jung

Liber Novus

You’re asking yourself am I fallible, and the answer’s coming back you better believe it. Well I’m not infallible, nobody on that floor is, so why should you be?

—Dr. Kelly Brackett M.D.

Fellow of the American College of Surgeons

Mr. Chambers! Don’t get on that ship! The rest of the book, To Serve Man, it’s - it’s a cookbook!

—Patty

General Delivery

Fort Garland, Co. 81133

Copyright © 2019 All rights reserved.

Front and Back Cover:

Kristina Bieliaieva

Illustrations:

Yoojeong Choi

Akiko Okabe

Spooky Scooby-Doo Font Collection:

Yoojeong Choi

Designs by: R. H. Vatcher

Written on iPhone 6s and MacBook 17" 2011

Researched using droogle search engines

R.H. Vatcher has asserted his rights under

the Copyright, Design, and Patents Act, 1988,

to be identified as the author of this work.

FOR

KITTY BONES

Table of Ax Swings

PREFACE

HOMILY ANOMALIES

Orlando ’89

ICE BOX FOLLIES

Bali, November ’16

Shanghai ’17

Fort Garland ’18

SUMMER OF ’42

ALEMBIC

ZEITGEIST IN THE LENS

RUMER HAS IT

THINK THINK THINK

42 WAYS TO LEAVE YOUR LOVER

THE THIN SLICE OF SPACE

RANK AND FILE

COMPOSED ASSISTANCE

THE AWAKENING OF JACK

GHOSTWRITER

FREE ANOTHER BARREL

PART I TYPECASTING WITH A NEW HOOK

EMPTY GLASS

PART II CASTING YOUR REEL INTO THE DEAD SEA OF FILM

THE 7-UP SOLUTION

BRIDGING MILLIE LAMMOREAUX

I Am Jack’s Ax

PREFACE

The time that I have taken to research The Shining has been some of the most rewarding moments of growth I have spent in my life, however not without its disturbing points, it did come with great change, purpose, and meaning for me.

This book serves as testament to those whose work, and devotion to understanding The Shining was… unstoppable. Without your input this book would not be as complete.

To the guy that thinks The Shining is a confession of guilt for having faked the NASA Apollo 11 mission I have this to say: Fuck off. You’ve gone too far.

This book promises to deliver what would be a major sub-plot with following sub-narratives, the several remora narratives swimming with, and hiding underneath the elusive shark of a story The Shining no doubt is. Additionally, elements will be revealed as they have arrived in as much as one could derive these basic foundations of someone else’s inspirations, ideas, and direction. From soup to nuts as they say in the construction business. There is rhyme, and reason to The Shining (as book as film) beyond the surface horror story... the literal ghost plots that are just about six feet down.

There is a key to The Shining, is placed literally right in front of us on the screen, and single handedly hinges on this idea.

One of the first phenomenon to notice of the film is that often questions are preceded by answers whether it be by seconds, minutes or even as the hour is getting late. A fine example of this would be Danny, while eating his peanut butter and jelly sandwich exclaims that there is no one around to play with, his mother then agreeing in a calm enabling voice. The previous frames exposing the outside of their Boulder Kensington apartment with a group of children playing outside can be heard in the distance well beyond us or behind the basketball court.

Details such as these will be appear fine enough that you’ll understand the simple psychology of why Danny gets up from the television set to fetch specifically, his fire engine during the Summer of ‘42 segment.

film forces eventual vote

upon its lens,

you, as observer

The film is a lesson as a whole for anyone, adults or children, a veritable fairy tale to be figured, exacted, and understood on a subconscious level as most fairy tales are meant to act. Explanations will surmount to a final product up to you to visualize in the temporal aerosol. You, the reader must figure, as I am not willing to explain for you why as an example the Mona Lisa is smiling, although she may be pregnant, and for the fifth time. Mr. del Giocondo however, may not be as thrilled.

Because of the rules of the game, you must develop your own patterns in the calculus with the thread given, and ultimately make your own sweater on this one. Who knows, I may even hide a good lasagna recipe inside this poor man’s garage Bordeaux analysis.

The structure here within has been the most difficult any writer could pursue I am willing to say. In order to unwrap The Shining for you it has to be engineered in a way that will be most rewarding for you, the reader. It is interlaced in odd shapes like a web might be that was spun by a spider under laboratory mescal to form the fabric lattice as a whole. Herein lies what was written from the center outwards to the end, equally to the beginning, and arranged in a coherent order for the purpose of telling a story. Its structure herein will appear as non-linear at first glance, dislocated, like fractal anecdata puzzle pieces dropping inside a pachinko machine.

Numerous persons who helped along the way whether they knew it or not need to be well thanked.

Persons such as:

If you should see a bouncy tiger around here tell him to stay the hell off my typewriter.

It’s scarier than you thought.

Your snow globe is about to be shaken.

Get ready player one because this old man is taking you to school, and will make the Room 237 documentary look like daycare.

If only the spark of horror were sow’d to your head.

BOOKEND (West Vortice)

December 10, 1980

Inspector Danby Chet Gorham—182 cm. Lead veteran of Boulder Police Squad. Trained in cold weather ops, remained in robbery division for extended tours to stay away from the crazies as he puts it. Studied under Ann W. Burgess, and Robert K. Ressler. Carries a Walther .38 on his ankle, and a Hitchcock .45 on his belt.

Detective Parcells Norton—180 cm. Another veteran of Boulder Police for 17 years. Made Chief Detective after three years. Specializes in disorganized crime scenes. Brought down the Chiller Theatre Killer after being holed up in an abandoned mine for two weeks in the middle of the storm of the century. Carries a Beretta 9 match grade pistol. Keeps an HKG3 in his trunk for free range auctions, and parties.

Major Quinn Juxtapo Rubicon—190cm. Former member of Special Boat Squadron (SBS) PCF-1014. His father was Irish, and mother was born into the Houma tribe of Louisiana. A natural tracker, can breakdown any weapon, and assisted UDT operators in the surveillance, kidnapping of enemy intelligence coverts, the destruction of caches, and their hooches. Tracked, and captured the CTK suspect in a record snowstorm, assisting Detective Norton. Awarded Medal of Valor for carrying out a fellow police officer to safety from an IDLH situation. Carries a Parkerized Desert Eagle .50 Magnum with threaded barrel for a suppressor, and a detachable butt stock. He says it hurts. Snapped to his side he carries a Wilson custom Damascus machete.

Deputy Sergeant Patience Ru Lulu—170cm. Specializes in history, evidence collection, and can speak two native languages, Shanghainese, Mandarin, and has an excellent working knowledge of English. Her parents from Shanghai, and Beijing owned a fairly good sized Wu Da Niang Shuǐ Jiǎo dumpling shop in Xújiāhuì which enabled Ru to go to school at University Denver. She is the fastest ranking deputy in the history of Boulder police department. Carries a standard issue Colt .45, and cares for CoinToss when he’s not on the job.

Deputy, andy Ampersand—165cm. Newest to the Boulder Police department, and considered a pollywog for the remaining hard asses to verbally shillelagh. As Rubicon puts it the beatings will continue until morale improves Ampersand. Carries a standard issue Colt .45 or .177 cal. bb gun if he screws up.

CoinToss—A Rhodesian Ridgeback trained for arctic snow rescue that in his off time enjoys howling along to soap opera introduction music such as Like sands through the hourglass, so are the Days of Our Lives. His day is made when someone turns the pages of a latest Shazaam comic, and will growl when Dr. Silvana appears wearing his bottle bottom glasses. Was so nicknamed CoinToss due to his being long overdue, returning without a rescue, not a drop of brandy left, and without explanation. He’s 37 for 39 so far, and 68.5cm in height with a smoky sunset coat. Plowed through a kilo of Bolivian marching powder in the back of the chief’s squad car before jumping out the window, which was not down at the time, disappearing for three days. The squad car destroyed, crushed straight for scrap, and the suspect summarily released. His favorite phrase is Fire All Poodles when Ru yells it out because she doesn’t know the difference between the words poodles, and torpedoes… yet. Neither does Coin Toss because he’s a dog.

Harry Nillson’s How Can I Be Sure of You could be heard, the keys marching in rhythm, dancing out of a single speaker radio cassette player as the six am disc jockey was readying for the day’s weather run down.

Morning muster was met with puzzled looks facing questions as a full outfitter’s dress was required by 0730 with a three-day go-bag in hand filled with change of clothes, meals ready to eat, and the sorts of things one would want on a trip to support an investigation. Extreme weather matches. Coffee. A book.

Detective Gorham began with "As some of you know there has been an incident up on Sidewinder, and an investigation with a full accompanying support team will be required.

WE’RE GOING BACK TO THE OVERLOOK

The Australian built Tucker Waratahs four track drive (4TD) international orange crew cab nicknamed SnoSkipper I, and SnoCobra II would eventually barrel through the high drift with ease at the entrance point to the mountain access known as Pines Corridor. Passing the U.S. Forestry office, and a straight climb up to the Overlook.

The Waratahs, both of them, were not your ordinary piste machines or piste bashers, no. Outfitted with F550 Turbo V10 engines, Vickers suspension, and dual exhausts sprawling like dirt daubers out of the side engine compartment. With a greenish tritium glow emanating from the cockpit’s dash top H&N gauges, a single dashboard mounted three inch H&N RPM gauge off to the left of the steering wheel, a stand-alone gauge to compliment, and confirm the accuracy of the factory gauge set in the dash. The wind scram was tinted a dark forest green by the Foster Grant company which made it lighter at night.

With the speedometer reading 91.73 kph. these were police special tracked vehicles rated for -80C operations, built by Kelly division in Mobile, Alabama.

Why take one when two is much more fun.

Besides having a back up in weather dangerous operations such as these was not only warranted but protocol required it.

The blowers for both skippers, known as SnoBlowers, a custom job done down at Cobb Steamery in Berthoud, Co. were both experimental in design for accurate air flow to be combined with the required hairsplitting amount of JP4 fuel, and the design looked something like early Giger... age fourteen. What else to do during the boring snow season of a mountain community? Mingle with the tourists? No, you race your SnowCobra.

I hope the horse’s nose don’t bleed up here. Said Nortie with a CB’s sideband warbled squawk.

With all this snow falling in front of me I gotta piss like a cow on a flat rock" Gorham related hoping to relieve some of the pressure by conveying it in words.

It hasn’t snowed but a few times in Shanghai that I know of. Once every couple of years. Ru flurried in to the casual conversation over the comms.

Detectives Gorham, and Norton each at their respective wheels racing the other up the mountain they’ve been climbing since they were new to the Boulder Police department.

Deputy Lulu, yelling out over the knock of the engines into the mike of the Cobra’s sideband Who made the sandwiches?

Gorham clicked back Norties wife.

Ooh I like it when she guts the bread like that. Ru appreciated with some mustard in her voice.

Top cop what’s the name of the op? Rang in Ampersand.

We don’t have operation names deputy, ask the Major. Gorham chimed in.

But sir there should be a mission name, no? Andy added for lack of, and’s, and reasons to follow them.

For historical reasons. Purposed Ru. A name to further document for the record.

Voices begin to rise in agreement.

If it serves you well Ru please have at it. I’ll start with:...Shocking Juicy Fruit. Kidded Norton

White Beaches mentions Ampersand

Tiger Chance calls out Patience

Operation Milk Chaser Juxtapo injects sternly.

Approved. That’s it. The one. Gorham aims through the answers with authority.

But Detective we’re not done. Ru cries feeling denied.

Save em for the next one Ru. Nortie throws in his verbal grenade ending the discussion.

Chief, weren’t you a Navy SeAL? Ampersand volumed over the roar of the engines to Rubicon. 

I told you don’t call me chief. It’s Senior Chief, and no, not every one is a navy SeAL....operated Swift boats off Dung Island for SpecWar, and FORECON. Often tracking, sometimes the boat driver, handled the GE Mini-Guns, at times with the flash suppressors removed. You know, ..bullet sponges, fodder to garner attention away from the ex-filtrating team. Quinn spoke stoically.

What was your call sign?

PCF Imminent Domain the Major harkened with a low darkened carrying voice.

Senior Chief... You let those jarheads know they were Department of the Navy?

That’s the men’s department to you deputy. Rubicon quickly, and firmly countered.

Detective these footprints...with what appears as a single adult chasing a child these are double sets of the same shoe as if the child purposely back peddled in his own tracks. It’s a old trick which is probably how the kid got away. Juxtapo interrupted talking from the infrared photographs in an initial report from the helo that Denver had already loaned the department.

Gorham asks When did the helo get FLIR?

Detective, I don’t see the male subject here. Jux gets in.

Ru needles her way, manages a timely segue:

"Have you guys heard of Raczyński’s Note, December 10?

1942? Anyone?

Can’t say that I have.

Me neither Ru.

Raczyński’s Note was the first letter to