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It's Stephen King's birthday! Who is your favorite character from one of his books?
No idea. Everything he ever wrote is completely unreadable. His writing is extremely tedious and dull. How the movies get so exciting is a mystery to me. How he ever got famous is an even bigger mystery. I can't fathom how anyone could stay awake long enough to get more than a couple chapters in. Hell, I fell asleep listening to one of his books on tape. If I ever have kids, I can read them one of his books to get them to sleep. I keep giving the man a chance again now and then, but I've yet to find anything he's written that's worth my time. I sure as hell wouldn't waste my money on any of his crap.


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Sep. 22nd, 2011 12:09 pm (UTC)

Well, there's no accounting for taste, and any author can produce a bad book or two - some of Michael Crichton's stuff was mortgage-payment, I swear - but I had the good fortune to read Christine as my introduction to S King, and I have read it since then for the sheer beauty and skill of the writing, the vivid, believable characters. The same is true for The Stand, despite its equally, um, speculative premise. (The planet-emptying 'superflu' was the least speculative part.) His fame is deserved: These are both very well written books.

[Recall that after his fame was established he wondered if he was still cutting it on his own merits, and started over under the pseudonym 'Richard Bachmann' - who became a successful published author in his own right. S King is literally twice as successful as any other author!]

- There's a scene in The Stand that I would use OCR software to transcribe if I had it, where Stuart Redman is describing something that happened to him years before, when he was working the graveyard shift at a gas station and a car pulled in. Full service, in those days, so he went out and gassed up the car and chatted with the driver, a man with something very creepy about him. Something in his eyes… But he looked oddly familiar. The guy told him he was headed down to New Orleans just to see what he could find… while Stu's trying, as he said, to play Place the Face. It wasn't until after the guy drove off into the darkness, the only car on the empty road, the only customer until dawn… finally Stu placed him: He'd been chatting with Jim Morrison, lead singer of The Doors. The late Jim Morrison, supposedly.

Stu never told anyone; he had no evidence for it - and he'd looked into those eyes. What he saw there, was best left to hell alone…

I mean, the way King wrote that - brr-rr.

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