Just completed reading 11/22/63 by Stephen King.
Love that man…actually love his mind!
This is my attempt in “Counting the ways I love Stephen King”
I remember a couple of years ago (about nine years if we want to get a little more exact), I had written something about how much I loved Stephen King in one of my now resting in peace blogs. I got a comment from someone laughing at my love for him, saying that he’s a dirty looking man with greasy hair! Maybe he didn’t read my post right, or maybe the post was a little too confusing for him or something because I didn’t mean to say I loved Mr. King in a dream-fantasy-like romantic sort of way…that would be Colin Farrell, though 9 years ago it would have been Tom Cruise 😉
No. With Mr. King, I love his mind. I love his stories. I love his books. One of my dreams is to sit down to a nice cup of coffee with Mr.King’s mind! Be a fly on the wall of the room where he “pounds the keys”, where this awesome sort of story telling brilliance takes place. That’s the love I have for him.
Though my love affair with King’s stories have been going on for a long time it is only now that I realize why exactly that is so.
At the moment I’m typing this 26 of his books are resting in my book shelf, a few more grew legs and ran away some time in the past and the oldest in the collection is 20 years and 5 months old. Sigh..I *do* love old and musty books 🙂
Do you know why I love his stories so much?
I love his stories because they rip open the mundane everyday and shove the reader (me), into this world where anything and everything is possible. His stories take the normal, sweet looking Mr. and Mrs. Brown from a very normal seeming neighbourhood, living in a cute little duplex down the street from your house and exposes their darkest parts. They turn into monsters which lurk behind or deep inside their minds. He makes you wonder…does this deep dark river flow under my town too? Because, where ever there is light, there is the shadow.
I love King’s mind because no matter what he says about many a time not knowing where some of the material comes from…he is able to craft a whole novel based on one woman’s fears, thoughts and hopes as she’s chained on a bed with her lover at her side, dead from a heart attack.
He dared to go into the nightmare which must have plagued us all at some point or another when our pets passed on. It’s very nice and sweet to think of them running around in pet heaven, the story seems to say…but what if…..what if it’s dark and twisted. What if your nightmares were true…a different dimension, a different plane where dead pets were no longer loving.
He faced his and many other children’s fear of clowns. He let his mind wander and wonder about cars that ride the evil route and dogs that become rabid with something other than the virus.
He made me look at my cell phone with trepidation , he made me wonder about the battle of light and dark, that being authors need to come with a warning “Beware the disgruntled character you kill off, specially if he’s the murdering type!”; to what lengths would I go to get something I thought, believed I needed?
What happened to the past…what happened to yesterday…is it nothing but a dark void of total empty nothingness? Just this dark, dark gaping hole? It’s one of my favourite King’s short stories, that one.
I loved his stories not because it scared me. Blood and gore isn’t scary, it’s icky and smelly but it’s not scary. His books never gave me nightmares, but then again I only started reading them in the last year of teenhood. No. His stories made my eyes go wide, it made my mind stretch like one of those exercise bands, it made me wonder and it also made me want to explore…the possibilities.
I loved his stories because he takes what we fear and puts it in words. He creates these worlds which represents a lot of our fears, he also takes the light from within us and shines it on those fears, because you know the hero mostly, always usually wins 😉
I also realized something else. I just realized that Stephen King has this power to seduce me. Really…he does.
It doesn’t happen when I purchase the book…oh no. Purchasing King’s books is a done deal. It starts when I open the book to it’s first page. That first word. That first line. He talks to me, he smiles, he gently holds my hand in one and with the other he waves it in front of us and like a magician he opens a portal. A gentle pull, and I’m stepping into it. I breathe in, look around and keep walking, not worried that the door to this different world is closed tight.
By the time I’m a few pages in I’ve taken on a character. By the time I’m half way through the book I’ve been a few characters, moving from one to the other, depending on the scene. By this time I want to slap some sense into a few others. “Hurry up!” I exclaim in my mind. “Oh! What’s wrong with you? Can’t you SEE?” From not being able to tear my eyes away from the words, I’ll start looking away or keeping the book down, near me…always very near me, because that’s when my mind screams “Breathe! Remember to breathe!”. Eyes running across the page because I *have* to know what’s coming next. Is it going to work out? Were they being total idiots with the choices made?
Then I’m done. The story has been told leaving me breathless, my mind whirling. Closing my eyes, I smile and sigh “Now, *that* was an awesome story”, before my whirling mind takes me back replaying certain scenes, wondering if I’d done it differently and all other stuff 😉
So, that in 1072 words is how I love Stephen King’s stories 🙂
So, who are your favourite authors, and why?
If you’re a Stephen King fan, wanna guess some of the titles I talked about in this post? 😀
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