The novel that does an active disservice to the film it adapts.
Smelt blood in the water earlier this year, and sure enough some poor fucker at the behest of a publisher with more money than sense was tasked with the idea that Sleepaway Camp needed a BOLD REINTERPRETATION.
Sleepaway has gotta be the most tortured Legacy Horror IP ever, well above Texas Chainsaw. There have been fits and starts about sequels, reboots and remakes for a long time now, but all told The Novelisation is the loudest and clearest death rattle the series has made in fifteen years. Weird! I have watched the 1983 film and while I don't really like it much, the publication of this thing by whoever wrangled the rights is Big News in my neck of the woods.
FEARLESS REIMAGINING, right, blurb? Sleepaway Camp isn't something I enjoy but I do see why people like it. The absurd dialogue, goofy acting, generously revealing male wardrobe, a trans girl stabbing people? On paper it sounds awesome, and it wouldn't be a bad idea to birth the story again into the arena where stuff like Fluids and Cuckoo live. I know it's goofy to ever compare it to stuff like that, but it's a horror novel now! Sleepaway Camp is a surprisingly easy story to mend; time to enjoy yass-queen-slay slayings, right?
The Novelisation is patterned after stuff like the Halo (yes, I know) novel The Flood: it's almost beat-for-beat replication of the source story, and the only additions are made in the margins. The intro might wrongfoot you, because you get to see the father's partner a bit, but the best way to think of it is that The Novelisation is 100% compatible with Sleepaway Camp The Filmisation; it's entirely a "yes, and" joint that adds narration and character thoughts. The bones of the plot are almost exactly the same, save a couple new scenes for characters who just disappear offscreen in the movie. So what all *does* get added in the margins??
Biggest change in character terms is to Angela herself; there's a bit of a modern-force-femme thing that pops up when her aunt is talking to her in bandages:
"So there it was. Peter was beginning to understand. She wanted him to be a girl. Part of him was afraid—was, in fact screaming inside—but another part of him was calm and collected. Accepting, even. In a perverse way, it seemed natural. He had always admired his sister, had looked up to her, and hadn’t part of him—a big but secret part—wanted to be like her? Hadn’t he wanted to be a girl like her?”
and if there’s one thing that can be called the mission statement for The Novelisation, that’s pretty much it. The job at hand is to take much of the heat off of Sleepaway Camp’s famous ending. Angela is now textually transgender, so the fig leaf is gone, but the crime against her is the weird fact that her aunt made her pose as her sister:
“She sighed and turned around, sitting on the soft earth and resting her back against a tree. She liked being a girl, hard though it may be, but becoming Angela had never sat well with her. Why couldn’t she be her own kind of girl? Why didn’t Aunt Martha allow her to be who she really was, a girl who had once been a boy but wasn’t anymore? What would her name be if she had been allowed to pick one? Penelope, maybe? She liked that one.”
so I guess that’s nice, the bare minimum taken care of for a Current Year Sleepaway Do-Over. Kinda strange to see transphobic stereotypes wallpapered over with Nuh-Uh, and I’m not really a fan of how the ‘oh no they’ll find out!’ plot has been rendered in narration as a Penis Panic, but I guess I’ll take it.
If it seems like I’m just dispassionately listing things off, it’s because The Novelisation is a no-effort joint. The novel recreates the script pretty much 1:1 and inserts some flavour text to give things a more favourable reading. Some of the campers are gays, lesbians or bisexuals now; cousin Ricky is much more invested in protecting Angela from other various shitty kids and gets in on the “fun” more. You do get more of Angela’s perspective, so she ends up with some more autonomy and as a fuller character, but that’s about the nicest thing I can say regarding it.
Just being a low-effort regurgitating of the movie’s script wouldn’t make this thing warrant a mention, though, right? Right. I’m mostly down on it because I think The Novelisation actively harms the likeable parts of the movie. Feels weird saying so, because I’m a noted Sleepaway Hater, but the additions and adaptation haven’t gone down real smoothly.
An addition it was deemed necessary to make was to add a Crying Game moment to Sleepaway Camp. We now get to see in detail that yes, Angela sure did show Paul her cock, and yes, he sure did react like an asshole, so at least I guess he fully deserved his fate. (The Novelisation also doesn’t bother making a single change to the movie’s BIG TWIST, probably for fear of alienating fans) Generally, I think it’s less effective as a slasher overall. For one, fleshing out the other campers with little narrated bits, or the knowledge that Kenny and Bill were *exploring eachother’s bodies* last summer, I think makes it less enjoyable as an unironic ‘fuck yeah bullies get stabbed’ tale. Now it’s a harrowing recount of the horrors of inter-community queer violence :( but not in a way that’s serious or resonates or has anything to say, more like the publisher was looking for brownie points for making the girl who smokes a girlkisser. (with “oppressive Catholic upbringing, natch) It feels low effort.
Sleepaway Camp The Filmisation is also a movie where everyone acts really weirdly, to varying degrees, and the result is a film that lurches between uncomfortable and hilarious. It’s kind of intense when Judy is interrogating Angela about why she won’t shower with the other girls, but the way actress Karen Fields belts out “SHE’S A REAL CARPENTER’S DREAM – FLAT AS A BOARD AND NEEDS A SCREW” makes me snort every single time. It’s stupid, Sleepaway Camp is stupid, but “Eat shit and die, Ricky!” “Eat shit and live, Bill.” is like poetry, you know? I think the story really loses something without all of this goofy dialogue, goofier performances and ultra-goofy wardrobe choices. World’s Shortest Shorts 1983, but The Novelisation doesn’t really give us anything back for this removal.
No, instead what we get is gestures to Psycho. Aside from the fact that the shower kill has been retrofitted to resemble the famous shot that Alfred Hitchcock was so fuckin’ proud of, Angela herself now has an Other Angela:
“That was when a voice spoke up in her head. It was a strange voice but not unfamiliar. She had heard it before but only in the dead of night when she awoke from a bad dream. It was a scary voice but a curiously comforting one. A strong voice.
You don’t need him, it said. You don’t need anyone.
This was the voice of the Other Angela.
She would hear it many more times over the summer.”
And I gotta say, woooooow, BR Flynn, good jooooob. Very cool, so is Angela a system now? Are we gonna talk about that? Oh, no, it’s just doing the usual “split personality therefore eeeeeebil” shit again? I held onto faith that this was going somewhere, but in truth The Novelisation is just playing musical chairs with bad horror tropes. They’ve softened the transphobia, strategically inserted some gay merriment, and thrown in the most stock-generic villain motive ever seen on page.
It might seem weird that I’m all disdainful and pissed off, but the mistake I made was taking the blurb at its word. Fell For It Again Award winner, 2025. I thought they were gonna be doing something cool and funny here, like letting trans girls commit knife crime. Have a few stabbings, as a little treat, for which we could unironically cheer. Instead the effect is of basically forcing a positive read of the film, for the purposes of... I dunno, an upcoming legacy sequel? Not a book series, surely. Most likely just to wring a few precious dollars from the pockets of desperate slasher fans. It’s weak though, and even if you are really hopelessly in love with our darling Angela, this novel has nothing to offer you over just watching the original film again. It’s bad, and not in an interesting way. Really does read like the books that would come out alongside movies the studios weren’t too confident about.
I guess in a roundabout way, “Sleepaway Camp: The Novelisation forced upon me a greater appreciation of the 1983 film Sleepaway Camp” is a kind of praise, but goddamn.