Em 1959, Robert Bloch lançou o romance “Psicose”, Alfred Hitchcock o transformaria em uma das mais famosas adaptações do cinema no gênero do horror/suspense. em 1982, Bloch voltou ao mundo de Norman Bates no “Psicose II”, contando o que aconteceu quando Bates escapa do sanatório disfarçado de freira e começou a deixar uma trilha de sangue no seu caminho para Hollywood. Poucos sabem que existe um terceiro romance, “Psicose House”, publicado em 1990, embora Bates não faça parte dessa história.
O autor Chet Williamson quer reacender a chama da vida de Norman Bates, voltando no tempo entre “Psicose” e “Psicose II”, um período de 20 anos. Para fazer isso, ele estará lançando o primeiro livro do novo “psicótico” com Norman Bates como personagem principal depois de 30 anos. Intitulado “Psicose: Sanitarium”, o livro está previsto para sair 01 de março de 2016.
A capa e um trecho do romance(em inglês) pode ser visto abaixo:
Nurse Marie was talking to Norman, but he tried not to listen to her. If he listened too closely or, even worse, if he tried to respond to her, to thank her for feeding him, or to tell her that the meat loaf was good or he liked the cake, Mother would get mad and yell at him. He hated it when she did that. It was too quiet in here, and there wasn’t anywhere else he could go to get away from her.
Nurse Marie put down the plastic spoon and picked up the paper napkin. She touched it to Norman’s mouth, dabbed either side of it, and then wiped it. It felt good when she did that, when he felt her fingers through the thin paper trace across his lips as though he was kissing them, and when they were just under his nose he inhaled, trying to get the smell of her flesh into his nostrils. He did it again now, and there was an audible sniff which he hoped Nurse Marie hadn’t noticed, and then…
Norman froze. He stopped chewing and listened, fearing the worst.
“Norman?” he heard Nurse Marie say. “Is anything wrong?”
In spite of himself, he was about to answer, to open his mouth full of carrots and tell her, even though he knew that would be a big mistake. But it was already too late.
Yes, Norman…is anything wrong?
Mother. She was angry. She knew that Nurse Marie’s wiping of his lips had made him have bad thoughts. She knew. Mother knew everything.
Is anything wrong, Norman? Why don’t you tell the bitch? Tell her how much you like having her touch you! Maybe you could dribble in your lap and see if she would wipe it up! You’d like that, wouldn’t you, you dirty boy!
Stop it, Mother. Please.
Then you stop thinking that way, Norman. It was those kinds of thoughts that made you kill that other girl, wasn’t it? You couldn’t have her in your dirty way, so you had to kill her, isn’t that right?
No, Mother! You killed her, not me!
You wouldn’t have done it if you hadn’t wanted to, Norman. Don’t you blame me.
“Norman?” he heard Nurse Marie ask again. “Aren’t you hungry anymore? Have you had enough to eat?”
Norman didn’t answer, but he started to chew again. He chewed the carrots, and the crunching sound was loud inside his head, loud enough to drown out Mother, and he swallowed.
Crunch away, but I know what you’re thinking, boy. I always know.
It was only a whisper in his head, but he heard it clearly. He was finished eating now. He thought Nurse Marie had said something about chocolate cake, and he liked chocolate cake, but he didn’t want Mother to get mad again.
Was that her again?
Norman, do you want…
Nurse Marie. Oh god, yes, Nurse Marie. And he did want some cake, in spite of Mother. He opened his mouth, hoping that Mother wouldn’t speak aloud out of it.