A Decade with King: 1985-1994

“You’ve been here before…” Needful Things, by Stephen King

Welcome back, Constant Reader.

Prefatory Matters: Back in September 2014, I decided to reread Stephen King’s entire catalog, chronologically, by date of publication. Then, I went a bit further. I decided to complete this challenge in a single year. That’s a decade of King every three months. These posts will be a bit emotional, as they are my personal experiences with King’s work. For spoiler-laden reviews of each novel, you can click on the corresponding title. At the end, I will attempt to tie all books back into the Dark Tower using my own theories and facts King himself has verified.

Previous posts: 1974-1984

This, my fellow Constant Readers, is A Decade with King: 1985-1994.

I’d like to take a moment and bring to light some patterns I’ve found in King’s career. Every ten years, King releases a novel over a thousand words, a short story collection, a collection of novellas, and at least one Dark Tower book. Sometimes, one book will fall into two categories. In his third decade, King didn’t release a single thousand-page novel, but he did release the final three Dark Tower novels, which were, altogether, over two-thousand-pages long and written consecutively, like one big novel. I think this counts, but I will let you decide. Other than that, there has been no deviation to this pattern. Not saying there’s some kind of conspiracy behind this, just saying it’s interesting. And I have to wonder whether or not it’s intentional on King’s part.

With the decade of King’s work spanning 1985-1994, we step into an era wherein I actually remember King’s books being published and the hullabaloo surrounding their releases. I remember the nonsensical line inside Waldenbooks at the San Bernardino mall for the release of It . Crazed fans speaking loudly about how it was King’s longest book to date (you have to remember that The Stand was originally just over 800 pages when it released in 1978; the Complete and Uncut version would not be printed until 1990, and It came out in 1986). I was six years old at this point, and I recall, most vividly, the lady in front of us. She had epic bangs (epic even by 80’s standards), and she had to shit. She refused to get out of line unless someone saved her place. No one would, so she just stood there, passing gas, funking up the place, until someone passed a complaint along and she was escorted to the bathroom. She never returned to the line. Yes, this actually happened. I might pay the bills with my fiction, but this story is true. I also remember the insanity the week after The Tommyknockers dropped. People everywhere were hot under the collar. Nobody liked that book. People felt ripped off, even more so than they felt with It (which, interestingly enough, was one of the most expensive books of its time due to its length). The Tommyknockers left many a fan shell shocked, and King fans didn’t fully recover until Needful Things. I think his success with the latter book came from his return to Castle Rock.

Now we move on to the section where I insert my personal memories of each book. Most people can hear a song and be transported to a certain moment in their lives. Me? I’m that way with King books.

It reminds me of being a kid. I had many adventures around my small hometown, and most of them included a band of friends I would come to lose, one by one, over the years to drugs, violence, or a combination of both. Of that group, I’m the last one standing. I consider myself more the Ben Hanscom type, but there’s a little Mike Hanlon in me as well. If anyone needs me, I’ll be at the library. I’ve come to believe that every single Stephen King book can be explained using the Dark Tower series, The Tommyknockers, or this novel. But we’ll talk more about that later.

The Eyes of the Dragon is one of those books whose fans I will never understand. I honestly don’t see what other Constant Readers see in this one. It’s a stinker. One of King’s worst. The writing is sophomoric. The plot is stolen from far greater tales. And… *sigh* … never mind. If you want my review, click the link at the end of this review. Even though I hate this book with every thread of my being, it reminds me of my niece, Alana. Alana, if you ever read this, Uncle E. was reading this the night you were born. You were a very welcome distraction. I ended up finishing this book while at Glamis with your father. They made a bonfire out of Christmas trees. The resulting fireworks were amazing. This one ties in very loosely to the Dark Tower universe. More can be found out in my review. Links below.

The Dark Tower II: The Drawing of the Three reminds me of the time we found out we had a pedophile living on our street and he finally went to jail. I had not read this book, but during this time in my life, I used to enjoy flipping through the pictures. Same goes for The Cycle of the Werewolf. I flipped through those two books so much that by the nineties they had pages falling out of them. Anyway, I attribute this one to the pedo because, after he was caught, his wife sold off all of his books. I bought this one with the money I’d been saving in my Folger’s can. My mother had it already, but it was in the Great Book Closet due to the scene in Balthazar’s office. Obvious Dark Tower tie-in is obvious.

Misery reminds me of a hilarious fangirl conversation that occurred between my mother and her best friend Andrita. My mother, being the go-with-the-flow gal that she’s always been, was not upset in the least that they changed the hobbling scene from ax to sledgehammer for the Rob Reiner movie. Andrita was. They argued over this for almost two hours. I recall sitting on the porch steps of Andrita’s home (she was a fan of Virginia Slims and chained smoked; I couldn’t stand cigarettes back then because they made me sick to my stomach. Funnily enough I grew up to be a two-pack-a-day smoker. I quit last year). Andrita’s son and his partner were barbecuing in the front yard, and I was watching them while listening to the jovial argument in the house. This was in the late 80s, maybe even as late as 1990, and I remember quite vividly, even then, thinking there was nothing wrong with two men being “together”. Those two guys seemed so happy. My father made sure to tell me they were “fags” and “queers” during the car ride home, and how he’d kill me if I ever loved a man. Sometimes I wish I had been born gay just so I could have rubbed that shit in dad’s face before he died. If you think me a horrible person for saying that, you didn’t know my father. There’s a Beam reference in Misery. Challenge yourself. See if you can find it.

The Tommyknockers was the last thing I watched with my middle sister before she moved to Illinois. I didn’t see her again for ten years, and when we did reunite, we were, of course, completely different people. We don’t get along so well these days. This totally-shit movie adaptation makes me remember a time when I was too young to understand just how much religion can change people… for the worse. More on Dark Tower tie-ins in the Ring Around the Tower section below.

The Dark Half brings to the mind the moment I realized my mother was not the infallible fountain of knowledge and experience I believed her to be. When it was revealed that King was Richard Bachman, my mom must’ve taken a sick day. I knew, my sisters knew… shit, I think even my dad knew. It was on the news every night for a week. It was the big controversy on everyone’s lips. Remember when the literary world found out that Robert Galbraith was actually Rowling? Well, that didn’t hold a candle to this. People felt wronged, slighted, betrayed. My mother kept right on going in blissful ignorance. Then she read this book. I was nine at the time. She closed it and proceeded to tell me and my father what a load of crap it was. No famous author could ever hide their identity so well. I couldn’t believe it. Did I actually know something Mom didn’t know? For real? For really real and realsies? When I told her, she balked. This was before the internet, so I had no proof on hand. Luckily, Andrita finally informed my mother I was right. It was a small victory, but a victory all the same. I do not tell you this to make you think I gloated over being smarter than my mother or any other nonsense like that. I tell you because, for the longest time, I thought my mother was perfect, godlike. I think I loved her even more when I found out she was human, just like me. This book is the beginning of an unofficial trilogy: The Dark Half, The Sun Dog, and Needful Things. If you plan on reading all three of these, I suggest doing so in order, you know, for maximum nerdy effect.

The Dark Tower III: The Waste Lands reminds me of crashing a moped. I should never have been on the fucking thing. I crashed it straight away, no fucking about. I threw my leg over it, started the engine, pressed the gas, and drove right into the rear end of my neighbor’s Oldsmobile. I was thrown up and over (imagine a stunt man rolling over the top of a vehicle in an action film, now take away all style and grace; that was me), but I managed to land on my feet at the front of the car; sprained both ankles in the process. Mom ran me to the ER, where I was significantly braced and reprimanded. During this time, one of the emergency room RNs asked my mother if she’d read King’s newest book yet. She said, “No, I didn’t even know it was out.” The nurse, who knew my mother from her stint in maternity (in case you don’t know, my mom is, was, and always will be a nurse; she’s worked just about every position a person in that profession can) said “It’s one of those Dark Wanderer novels.” (Funny the shit you remember word for word, huh?) Afterward, I had to wait in the car outside of the San Bernardino mall while my mother ran in to grab The Waste Lands. Boy, was she fucking pissed at Blain. I think my mother could have boiled water on her cheeks after she finished that one. Once again, obvious Dark Tower tie-in is obvious…

Needful Things is probably the last Stephen King book I read when I started back through his catalog. The idea of Needful Things never really gelled with me. How could a book about a shop in a small New England town possibly warrant over 700 pages? I mean, how much fucking story can you shove into a premise like that? I was stupid, okay. Plum brain-damaged. Anyfuck, this book signifies my completion (the first time, anyway) of King’s full catalog. After reading Needful Things in 2005 (2006?) I had successfully read everything the man had published, and vowed to never fall behind again. This is the first time King mentions “fifth business”, which is a term he borrowed from another author. He returns to the idea of a character’s “fifth business” in his 2014 novel Revival.

Gerald’s Game. Oh, this one. I stumbled upon this one and fell in, pubic region first. This was another score from the King book club that my mother didn’t know about me reading. I can remember reading whole sections of this book with an expression of WTF on my face. I was around 13, and though I’d become acquainted with my trouser buddy, I didn’t really know what he was used for, other than shaking hands with… vigorously… four to twelve times a day… I certainly couldn’t understand why anyone would want to be handcuffed while they… did it! The ending scared the bejeebuz out of me simply because I thought all that shit was in the main character’s head. When I finally reread this one at the beginning of 2014, I realized that the novel has a bit of genius hidden inside. I also noted the various tie-ins to Dolores Claiborne, which went far over my head when I first read it. In case you don’t know, Dolores Claiborne and Gerald’s Game are siamese twins connected at the middle. Read both, back to back, starting with Dolores Claiborne for the best experience possible. This is strange, too, because Gerald’s Game was published first. Oh, yeah, what does it remind me of? Well, in case you haven’t figured it out yet, it reminds me of the time I figured out how to masturbate… It reminds me of masturbation… Yep. I was a very dehydrated teenager.

Dolores Claiborne held the spot of Scariest Novel E. Had Ever Read for quite some time. To this day, I can’t think of many scarier circumstances than Dolores’s husband trapped in that well. I’ve told the story about how I came across this book more than three dozen times in interviews and blog posts, so I will not reiterate it here. The short of it is, this book started me on my journey. It started my King fandom. I don’t care if you don’t consider it horror. It scared the shit out of me, and I loved every minute of it. I believe the moment Dolores and Jessie share is a connection allowed to them by the Beam, and I believe that is due to the Beam-Quake that partially destroyed Gilead. I have proof to back that up, but not until the final decade, friends and neighbors. Patience…

Insomnia. In 1994, my oldest sister moved to Alabama. A year later, she talked my mother into moving there too. I was uprooted, taken away from my school, my friends, and my much traveled city, to live in a new city surrounded by ignorance. I was actually made fun of by the rednecks in my new school because I loved reading. A group of corn-fed motherfuckers jumped me after class one time because I voted that we read over the weekend instead of taking homework home. My ribs were sore for three weeks. I’m lucky they didn’t break them, considering I was too ashamed to tell my parents I’d gotten my ass kicked over goddamn literature I might never have seen a doctor. I hated Alabama and all it stood for. I still, to this day, hate living here. But I do. I do because my family is now “southerners”. I do because my mother wants to be around her grandkids. I do because I don’t know anything else. Anyfuck, I was reading this book when we moved. I read it during the drive across country. It’s one of the most powerful memories I have of my youth. My life changed forever after this book. I grew up and hated every minute of it. This book reminds me of how my childhood died.

Ring Around the Tower:

Spoilers throughout, possibly for every book King has ever written. You have been warned.

Fact: The Dark Tower is referenced in It and Insomnia. The Turtle and Roland, most notably. Thomas and Dennis of The Eyes of the Dragon are mentioned in The Waste Lands. There are references to things being “off the Beam” in Misery, Needful Things, The Dark Tower, and Insomnia.

Theory: So, how do The TommyknockersGerald’s Game, and Dolores Claibornefactor into the Dark Tower? Well, let’s play a game of Speculation, shall we?

I believe the aliens in The Tommyknockers (Pennywise is included with these, as he introduces himself as Mr. Gray in It) are actually an advanced race of beings that originated in the Prim, they were also referred to as the Great Old Ones, the beings that gave Mid-World the technology it once enjoyed. For more on the Prim and other Mid-World mythology, click HERE. In the Dark Tower series, the Crimson King wishes to release the creatures of the Prim once and for all to bring about destruction. I surmise that, from time to time, something escapes the Prim. Pennywise is one of these creatures, as are the little bald doctors from Insomnia. Now, Tower Aficionados will know that a Beam-Quake was responsible for the destruction of Gilead, and there is another one that occurs in Song of Susannah. Now, other beams snap in between, so why not during the eclipse that occurs during which Dolores Claiborne and Gerald’s Game take place. When Dolores looks into the sky and makes the connection with young Jessie in Gerald’s Game she sees a ripple in the sky, a section of unreality (not unlike what the sleepy passengers of flight 370 travel through in The Langoliers) in which she glimpses a young girl on her father’s lap. What possible connection could these two have? None. They are just two people who happen to see each other through a momentary tear in reality. Bit of a stretch? Maybe. But I have more proof to come in later posts.

Well, that’s its for this decade. Thanks for travelling with me. Until next time, Constant Reader, this is where I cry off. Say thankee sai and goodnight.

Novels:

It - September 1986

The Eyes of the Dragon – February 1987

The Drawing of the Three – May 1987

Misery - June 1987

The Tommyknockers – November 1987

The Dark Half – October 1989

The Waste Lands – August 1991

Needful Things – October 1991

Gerald’s Game – May 1992

Dolores Claiborne – November 1992

Insomnia – September 1994

Short Story Collection:

Skeleton Crew 

Novella Collection:

Four Past Midnight

Shortest Novel:

The Eyes of the Dragon

Personal Favorite:

It

1,000-Page Novel:

It

Dark Tower Novels:

The Drawing of the Three

The Waste Lands

John Green and Accidental Plagiarism

If you hate John Green, you might want to skip this short post. I have an opinion. It is mine, and it is true. If you do not agree, I will allow discussion in the comments section, but only if you’re respectful of myself and others.

I do not partake in or condone plagiarism. I tried it once when I was six and grew bored after copying down the first two lines of a Hardy Boy’s book. From that point on, I wrote my own stories because I’m too lazy to succeed as a human Xerox machine. But, accidental plagiarism happens. This is true. This is fact.

Point in fact. I was talking to a good friend of mine (many of you know Gregor Xane, and he is the good friend of whom I speak) and, during a discussion about how I’d been burning the candle at both ends while holding the rest of said candle over a pool of lava, I said, “Sleep’s eluding me like it owes me money.” While this is not an exact quote, it is damn close. I wrote this to Gregor in a chat window. I put it out there, and, while only Gregor read it, I did, technically, plagiarize one of my favorite authors, a brilliant and kind man named James Newman. I had no idea what I’d done. I honestly believed that I came up with the line on the spot. Luckily, Gregor had read the book from which that line was taken (Ugly as Sin), and mentioned it to me. I was taken aback. You see, I might have actually used that line one day. In my own writing. Then what? I would have been labeled one of the most vile creatures to exist in the literary world: a plagiarist.

So, if you’re an author, what do you do if you screw up and use someone else’s line in your work, and it is, in fact, an accident? (Green didn’t use the quote in a book, but a company he owns did put the quote on posters and shirts that were then sold for a profit). What do you do in that case? Well, you apologize and pay the person their dues. All of which John Green did. This fan is now receiving all proceeds and retropay from sales of the artwork featuring their quote.

I have no idea if Green used this fan’s quote unknowingly, but I have seen post after post suggesting that accidental plagiarism doesn’t happen, that every author since the beginning of time who wrote words down for the world to read knew exactly where those words came from. I’m here to tell you that it does happen. I know, because it happened to me. I was just luckier than Green.

In summation: In the literary world, there is nothing worse than a plagiarist. They are the lowest of the low. I do not know if John Green is one, but his story is at least in the realm of possibility.

Author’s note: This blog was written in the hopes of spreading awareness, and I am not attacking anyone. Think of me what you will, but all that I have said in this post is the truth.

What it Means if I Follow You

If I follow you on social media, you might ask why.

Is it because I plan on spamming you with my books? Nope.

Is it because I expect you to follow me back? Negative.

Is it because I plan on stalking you? Define stalking…

Is it because I plan to hunt you down and eat your kittens? Define kittens…

I kid, I kid. I’m a bit of a jokester.

Simply put, if I follow you, it’s because I found something on your page that I liked and would like to see more of. I know how shell-shocked our bookish communities are, and I understand why you might feel weird about having an author you don’t know following you. I solemnly swear I’m not rapey, spammy, or clingy.

Sincerely,

E.

Ruminating On: Harper Lee and her new book

I love a good conspiracy theory, and I have one for you today. What if Alice Lee, Harper’s sister, didn’t have Harper’s best interest in mind. I’m hearing a lot of supposition about how this new book is only being published because Harper’s protector is gone, that Harper was this fragile flower that needed watching out for, lest the big bad wolves come to gobble her all up. But isn’t this the same woman who partied with Capote and other eccentric personalities?

I postulate that Alice was keeping Harper as some kind of hostage. My conspiracy theory suggests that Alice was not looking out for Harper’s wellbeing, but trying to maintain her hold over a controllable sibling. Before Harper’s success in the literary world, Alice was a big deal. A female lawyer in a time when women were mostly relegated to the kitchen and the birthing bed. How dare Harper try to outshine Alice. The unmitigated gall!

Then Alice dies, and the wolves come. The wolves convert her masterpiece (TO KILL A MOCKINGBIRD) into ebook form. What an atrocity, right? Converting the book into a digital format completely destroyed the book and ruined it for an entire generation of readers, right? The same will happen with GO SET A WATCHMAN. The sequel will lessen the original in every way. It will damage Harper Lee’s hermit status and cause a third world war, wherein we’re all overcome and ruled by flesh-eating manatees. Our sexual organs will be removed, dried, and sprinkled over Truman Capote’s gravesite.

My point is this: You can theorize and postulate and speculate however you want. The truth of the matter is, no one knows. No one knows what kind of relationship Alice and Harper had. No one knows why Harper Lee never wrote another book. The rage of detractors is unfounded, as is the excitement of fans. This book could very well be a shitty money grab perpetrated against the wishes of a stroke victim, or it could be a buried gem.

Your guess is as good as mine.

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Clarifying Some Things

Hello everybody.

I’ve received a few emails from readers and authors alike wondering why I’ve chosen to forsake my indie/small press street cred (no, I couldn’t keep a straight face after typing that) to take on the big publishing world. I’m not upset by this question, but it seems I’ve been misunderstood. Here is my attempt to clarify some things.

First, I am a very happy indie/small press author. I sell relatively well in the book market, but the majority of my income comes from Audible. Most recently, my serial novel Cruelty has started bringing money in because of Kindle Unlimited. Instead of $0.35 an episode, I’m making well over a dollar an episode, depending on the KDP Select share for the month, which is even more than the cover price of each episode. So yes, I’m happy with the way things are.

Secondly, I enjoy being small time. Being small time means I can interact with everyone that wants to interact with me. I do not look forward to a day when I will be unable to answer every email and respond to every comment. That, my friends, would suck. So no, my decision isn’t about fame.

Thirdly, I am doing this because I’m a firm believer in having something for everyone. I also believe in growth. The novels I’m submitting to major publishers are not horror novels. They are dark, somewhere in the vein of Caroline Kepnes’s You, and yes, even like some of Gillian Flynn’s work, but definitely not in the horror genre. Let’s call it bleak literary fiction. My most recent work is nothing like Cruelty  and Life After Dane and Bay’s End. This does not mean I will never return to horror. What this does mean is that I am spreading my wings and covering more ground. Going with Penguin Random House or HarperCollins means I will be able to tap those of you that do not read horror, and those of you that do not read independent/small press authors. I’m not giving up on anything, I’m only expanding.

I love the career I have. I do not suggest anyone else take the same route as me, or even use my meager success as a blueprint for their own careers. I’m having fun, doing what I feel is right for me at this time, but this path could very well be catastrophic for others. In other words, don’t try this at home. Hell, I don’t even know if I’ll succeed, but the journey is half the fun.

I hope this answers any questions you might have. Thanks for reading.

E.

A Decade with King: 1974-1984

“Nobody was really surprised when it happened, not really, not at a subconscious level where savage things grow.” Carrie, by Stephen King

Prefatory Matters: Back in September 2014, I decided to reread Stephen King’s entire catalog, chronologically, by date of publication. Then, I went a bit further. I decided to complete this challenge in a single year. That’s a decade of King every three months. These posts will be a bit emotional, as they are my personal experiences with King’s work. For spoiler-laden reviews of each novel, you can click on the corresponding title. At the end, I will attempt to tie all books back into the Dark Tower using my own theories and facts King himself has verified.

This, my fellow Constant Readers, is A Decade with King, 1974-1984.

Stephen King is my favorite band. I grew up listening to him. I can map out my life by what King novel I was reading during the more pivotal events of my existence. When someone mentions one of his books, I recall what happened to me while I was reading that particular book instead of the book itself. Yes, King’s writing is like music to me, it holds that same power, the power of memory, that certain songs can hold over others. I have my favorite tunes, but overall, I simply love the band.

My love for all things King (as well as my book collection) was passed down from my mother. She’s still kicking around, but has moved away from King in her later years. My most vivid memory of my mother’s relationship with King is her story of how she came to read her first King novel. The year was 1979. Mom was in nursing school, and had no idea who Stephen King was. Hell, she wasn’t much of a reader, period. That year, she’d just happened to be doing clinicals during flu season. Stephen King had released The Stand the previous Fall, and Mom’s best friend Andrita had talked her into reading a new author. You can probably see where this is going: new nurse, flu season, King, The Stand. Yup, the book scared the shit out of her. But she was hooked. A year later, while reading The Dead Zone, she found out she was pregnant with me. My fandom wouldn’t start until 1993 and the release of Dolores Claiborne. That story’s coming up shortly.

(The following has been pulled directly [well, I edited it a wee bit] from my review of Pet Sematary.)

Concerning the Great Book Closet: My mother kept King’s scariest novels in her room. It, Pet Sematary, ‘Salem’s Lot, and The Shining did not enter what she called The Great Book Closet (which was a walk-in number filled completely with stacks of hardcover horror novels, which I would inherit upon turning 21; she didn’t die, she just kinda handed them over) until 1997. I’d read Dolores Claiborne and Misery, but had no idea that such terrifying treasures awaited me. When the hidden novels were introduced back into her massive collection of Dean R. Koontz, Peter Straub, John Saul (which is why I have such an affection for that old hack and continue to collect his books to this day), James Herbert, L. Ron Hubbard, and, of course, King, I snatched up the shortest of the four (Pet Sematary). I was seventeen by this time, but I still wasn’t prepared for the book I read.

Concerning the Stephen King Book Club: Now, you might be asking yourself why on earth my mother allowed me to read Dolores Claiborne when I was only 13. The book is definitely not for preteens. It deals whole hog with such hardcore topics as murder, spousal abuse, and child molestation. Well, the truth of the matter is, Mom didn’t know. In the fall of 1993, a plain brown box arrived in the mail. Mom was at work, Dad was passed out drunk in front of his Cubs game, and I, as preordained by my mother, got the mail out of the box after school. I read the return address upon the label and committed the first and last felony of my life: I stole my mother’s mail. (Well, I borrowed it, anyway.) I sneaked off to my room, tore open the plain brown box, and goggled the image of Dolores gazing down into a well while an eclipse occurred over her shoulder. I paged it open, read the first line, and was off. I read that book every chance I got, but mostly by flashlight and while I was supposed to be sleeping. Finished it in three days, too. Me, a kid who took almost a month to read the novelization of Terminator 2, read an adult book of over 300 pages in three days. I’d always been a fan of having a story told to me, and that’s what King did in Dolores Claiborne. Quite awesomely, he uses Dolores to tell the tale, and I felt as if she were talking directly to me. Before that novel, I thought the only monsters in existence belonged to Universal Studios, but after reading about Dolores’s husband, my view of monsters changed. I realized humans could be monsters, too. And that I had known one, once upon a time. He’d lived a few doors down from us, and I would come to write about him decades later. But it took Dolores Claiborne before I realized how truly evil that man was.

So, I’ve told you what King’s books had to do with my mother, my birth, and my coming of age. There’s more, but that will have to wait for future posts. Now, I suppose, I need to discuss the books I read between October and December of 2014.

Carrie makes me think of my daughter. I was rereading that book when my wife told me she was pregnant with our first child. Funny, huh? First kid, King’s first book. Teddy Duchamp’s son is mentioned in this book. He works at a gas station in Chamberlain, where Carrie takes place. You’ll recall Teddy from The Body. There’s also mention of a teacher named Edwin King, which I find hilarious, as this is the first time King wrote himself into one of his novels. Stephen Edwin King used to teach high school. So no, sports fans, Wolves of the Calla is not the first time King thrust himself into one of his own books. I honestly can’t remember the first time I read this one. I think it was during my drug days. Favorite part: The stones. Cool shit, daddy-o.

‘Salem’s Lot makes me think about Twilight. Every time some poor soul tells me they’re thinking about reading Meyers’s take on vamps, I direct them toward Jerusalem’s Lot. Seriously, folks, you can do better. In my opinion, there is no better vampire novel. Then again, I hate vampires, so take that into consideration. The first time I read this one, I was working overnights at a hospital. I got to take my first body to cold storage that week. This meant riding down five floors in an elevator with a corpse on a gurney. Fun times, kids, lemme tell ya! A dog named Chopper is mentioned herein, but I doubt he is the same one from The Body. Favorite Part: Danny Glick at the window. Draws my nuts into my chest every-frakkin’-time.

The Shining is another hospital memory. I had this nurse that I worked with whom everyone hated. I’ll call her Foot, because instead of “fuck” she’d say “foot” but everyone knew what she meant. Foot, me, and a handful of other nurses were in the break room one night. I was going on and on about how much I loved ‘Salem’s Lot when Foot says: “The Shining is the only one of his books I’ve ever been able to finish. Everything else is just too wordy.” I miss Foot. No one liked her because she was a “hard ass”. She got the job done though, and I loved working with her because everything always went smoothly when she was there. (Foot, if you ever read this (and you’ll know who you are, I’m sure), thanks for being you.) Dick Hallorann pops up all throughout the King-verse, but his next big role would be in Mike’s tale of The Black Spot, in the It. Favorite part: The topiary animals.

The Stand makes me think of sex. I finished it the week I lost my virginity. I can even say with a straight face that The Stand is the reason I lost my virginity to the woman I did. Our initial conversation occurred because she was interested in what I was reading. Fun fact: I’ve never read the cut version and don’t intend to. Hemingford Home, Nebraska, Mother Abigail’s place of residence, is also where Ben Hanscom comes to rest after the events of It. Favorite part: Other than losing my virginity? (Beep, beep, E.) Trashcan Man’s run in with The Kid. Now that was horrific, friends and neighbors.

The Dead Zone makes me think of Christopher Walken. But dig on this: I don’t like the movie (have never been able to finish it in one sitting, though I’ve seen the whole thing at separate times) and care even less for the book (which I will probably never read again). Still, any time I see Walken, no matter the role, I think of Johnny Smith. Odd. I like Walken as an actor, and from what I can tell, he’s a cool cat, but he will never shake that role, at least not for me. Frank Dodd is mentioned frequently in Cujo. Some think the dog was possessed by Dodd’s ghost, but I have a bigger theory. Check my review of Cujo for more information. Favorite part: The carnival. The book goes downhill from there.

Firestarter makes me think of getting my driver’s license. Nothing else.  It’s the book I was reading the week I took my driver’s test. Luckily it wasn’t Christine, right? The Shop is mentioned in both The Langoliers and The Tommyknockers. Favorite part: The battle at the farm. Kerblooey!

Cujo makes me think of 1989. I hadn’t read the book then, and wouldn’t read it for another decade or so, but in ’89 I was attacked by a dog. My leg was ripped open, and I spent a week in the hospital due to an allergic reaction to the antibiotic they gave me. Every time I read Cujo I think of that. It’s never been a pleasant book for me for several reasons, and that’s one of the bigger reasons. I believe I’ve found a tie-in with this one and It. Read my review of Cujo (link at the end of this post) for a more indepth analysis. Favorite part: Any scene with the closet. Spooky shit.

The Gunslinger makes me think of my father. Dad was a fan of westerns. I once tried to read this book to him, but he made me stop. Said I was wasting his time. He couldn’t see the pictures in his head. I remember thinking that was one of the saddest things I’d ever heard. Was he completely devoid of imagination, my father? I don’t know. I do know that he was illiterate until the day he died. He could write two words: his name, and iH, spelled just like that “iH”, because that’s how his brain saw “Hi”. You see, my mother once tried to teach him how to write by helping him write a letter to his brother. “Hi” was as far as they got. Favorite part: The slow mutants. Jake!

Christine makes me think of my oldest sister. (I honestly don’t remember reading this one, but I’m sure I did, because I recall certain sections that aren’t in the movie, so we’ll chalk this one up to having been read in my drug days.) My oldest sister is fourteen years older than me, and used to take me to all kinds of inappropriate movies. We saw Robocop together, and Total Recall, and, you guessed it, Christine. The movie version of Christine came out in 1983, but it played at the local drive-in in the early nineties. It was also the last movie Tammy and I saw together. She got lost in her own kids after that. That doesn’t upset me, because, being a father, I understand. But I missed her then. Hell, I miss her now. I miss that time. I miss my sister. Favorite part: Arnie’s character. One of King’s best.

Pet Sematary makes me think of my son. I first read this novel when I was seventeen, but I wasn’t a father then. My son is now two (will be three in April of 2015), and I found myself thinking of him constantly during this last reread of Pet Sematary. The obvious reason would be Gage’s character, but I think it has more to do with it than that. I firmly believe (judge me if you will) that I would have no problem using the Micmac burial grounds if something ever happened to Chris (my son). Yes, even knowing how he’d come back, I’d still do it. I love my kids, and love makes you stupid. As far as I know, this is the first mention of the Orinco Oil Company. King uses this company again and again throughout the King-verse. Favorite part: The final page. So much for happy endings.

I will be finishing off each of these posts with this next segment, wherein I attempt to tie everything back to King’s Dark Tower series with conspiracy theories (created by myself) or actual facts King has verified:

Ring Around the Tower:

Spoilers throughout, possibly for every book King has ever written. You have been warned.

Fact: We’ll start with the second book King ever published, ‘Salem’s Lot, because this one is easy. Both Father Donald Callahan and the vampires are featured or mentioned in the last three Tower books. The plague ravaged landscape of The Stand is travelled in Wizard and Glass, the fourth Dark Tower novel. And, of course, The Gunslinger, is book one of Roland’s quest.

Theory: Buckle in, troops, this one’s gonna go deep.

Buried deep in the woods surrounding the town of Haven, Maine, is an alien spaceship. Haven is somewhere around Derry, and Derry is somewhere around Bangor. Basically, we’re talking central Maine, or round about, if you can dig it. Now here’s something to chew on:

The big inside joke between King fans is that everyone in Maine is psychic or has some kind of mental powers. Telekinesis, pyrokinesis, mind-reading abilities, adultery (kidding). What if they got all these wonderful abilities from the ship buried in Haven? In The Tommyknockers, Andersen literally stumbles over this thing, which she then digs up, which then gives the townsfolk odd powers. I cannot remember if King ever reveals the origins of the craft (when it arrived), but what if people have come across it before, and these people (ancestors of ancestors, maybe) passed along their abilities in their genetic codes. Here we find the reasoning behind so many mentally extraordinary folks in Maine. I also believe the Grays (the aliens in The Tommyknockers and Dreamcatcher) are the Great Old Ones referenced in the Dark Tower series, meaning they’re the ones who created the technology that has began to crumble and decay when Roland finally starts his quest. Or, they are responsible for giving that technology to humans. With all that considered, I’ve successfully tied in Carrie, The Shining, The Dead Zone, and Firestarter into the world of the Dark Tower.

What about Christine, Cujo, and Pet Sematary, you ask? Easy. I think the entity known as It is responsible for the events of these books. “Oh do tell,” I hear you saying. I plan to.

During the time frames of all three of these books, It is supposedly asleep. But what if It wasn’t asleep. What if It used this time to project itself as a car to Arnie Cunningham, or the monster in Tad’s closet? Or, what if Pennywise was the creature the Micmac indians connected to their burial grounds, the wendigo? Can you dig it? What’s to say that It couldn’t change into a 1958 Plymouth Fury, or, at the very least, possess one. And if not It, then what about an entity like the one inside Blain the Train. Ah, now you’re seeing through the looking glass, aren’t you. King might only realize the half of it, but I believe I’ve found the common thread. Everything comes back to Mid-World. Everything. And I aim to prove it.

For a list of how his short stories tie in, please check out the reviews linked to the corresponding books below.

Novels:

Carrie – April 1974

‘Salem’s Lot - October  1975

The Shining - January 1977

The Stand - September 1978

The Dead Zone - August 1979

Firestarter - September 1980

Cujo - September 1981

The Gunslinger - June 1982

Christine - April 1983

Pet Sematary - November 1983

Short Story Collection:

Night Shift

Novella Collection:

Different Seasons

Shortest Novel:

Carrie

Personal Favorite:

Pet Sematary

1,000-Page Novel:

The Stand

Dark Tower Novel:

The Gunslinger

(Note: There is rumor going around that King and Straub are working on the final Jack Sawyer novel, so I will be holding off on The Talisman and Black House until the third book is released. Also, I will be tackling The Bachman Books at the end of Decade Four, due to reasons I will, for the time being, keep to myself. Finally, I will be reading his new novels and collections as they are released. What can I say, I’m a fanboy and refuse to wait. If you find any editing issues with these posts, my apologies. They are not professionally edited because I don’t plan on selling them. In other words, I cannot justify the cost. I have done my best, but no one can edit themselves with any consistency. No one.)