It's funny how these things happen. Quite recently I have been trying to rearrange my bookshelf. Well, if you can call alternating between being lethargic and simply not doing it, trying. I was going through all my books and I came across this anthology collection by the king, containing four well not really short stories, but rather novellas. Four of them.
I held this hardcover for a little bit in my hand, trying to curb the sudden bout of nostalgia, before putting it aside. I distinctively remember reading this volume. I do believe I read the first two stories in 2003. Langoliers was scary as hell, it'll give you some serious chills, especially if this is your first time doing anything with King. Secret Window, Secret Garden is my favorite one from this bunch. It's simply a well done story, plus really thrilling. Though I really didn't like the ending. Good thing 2004 movie adaptation changed that. Good job Depp! I feel The Library Policeman was kinda like a double entendre. There were personal and very real demons involved, it was quite frightening, to tell you the truth. And the Sun Dog was the perfect little story to cap this off, and fitting too. That's the story I wanted to talk about here and not the others. But the other are too well written not to be mentioned. I think I read the last two novellas in 2007 and 2008 respectively. I don't know why I had spaced them out like that. Maybe I just wanted to savor them. Yeah, Lauren Aquilina I am one of your Fools.
Anyway, the Sun Dog was really a fascinating novella, a true Kingly tale. It did frighten me so very much, because it was easy to imagine the dragons. Initially, I had thought the title meant sundogs Our sun creates sometime. But no, it was the Sun 660 Polaroid camera, then the latest model, I suppose.
I don't know, something about all the novellas in this book, the sublime writing, is so pacifying to read. His work is so good when he is not rambling. I don't think he published a single bad book in the 1980s, no jumbled mess that would later become some of his hallmark. He had more firm control over his truly vivid imagination and could reign in words better.
But the Real Reason I am Reviewing this is the introductory note, which I loved, and all the little side notes that preceded each story. They were so much fun that I enjoyed them more so than the actual stories. King makes the mundane entertaining, that was his gift, hence why he could scare us so easily and with such aplomb too. Both when I first read this collection and now skimming through it again, I was charmed by those notes.
I was pleasantly surprised when King mentioned some of his fellow contemporary horror writers, due to some criticism he faced for making the horror genre popular again. People whine a lot. As is evident throughout the ages, whether it is the eighties or now. Same kind of criticism Spielberg and Lucas faced when they had revived something themselves. Some of the names he pointed out, I would go on to read in the future like Clive Barker. I enjoy his work immensely. Wait, no. He mentioned Kurt Vonnegut, not Barker. He had talked about Clive some other time. I didn't know Vonnegut wrote horror. One thing that made me smile, when King said in creating mythos around his fictitious Castle Rock town, he was like Tolkien and some other fantasy writer that I can't remember off hand. Tipping his hat to them, he said he was no where near their caliber. It's funny because after the success of LORT, Tolkien would go to extend his world so much so that he got truly lost trying to create an elaborate mythology. In doing so, he forgot to write further books based on that very mythology. He spent rest of his life making extensive folklore, languages, and history and he didn't write another fantasy novel. His son would go on to try and compile his scattered work into some coherence framework. He tried.
What's really interesting to me and this amazed me, King had gotten grief over if not inventing then downright personifying the horror genre. Remember this was the 1980s, he was a rock star then, that was truly his time, his era. I guess, you can't get too popular. He was pelted with thinly veiled insults like when will he write more serious books. To which he pointed out he is not fixing to win any Nobel Awards or Pulitzer Prizes for fiction. Whether that's true or not is debatable, for some. I feel he deserve those rewards, he is a man of letters and an epitome of a writer. Whether you enjoy his writings or not. For me personally, I feel his writing is unique though some of his books are just exhausting. To borrow words from the grand maester Puzo; I don't know if I ever liked him as a man but I sure loved him as a writer. That's from Fools Die. Subtle, I don't do. Save us, Sabrina Pasterski. No more Bombs.
Here I can't help but think what he had said about the hesitation we all feel when writing. King is right; fear is at the root of most bad writing. Also, I like that he is as big a reader as he is a writer. Like he said, you learn best by reading a lot and writing a lot, and the most valuable lessons of all are the ones you teach yourself.
Agreed. From this collection what I take the most, what is so relatable, how just a simple thing like a camera can impel an idea, can provoke you into telling a story. As a writer, I cherish that but that's a double edged sword at best. Because it's a gross reminder you live a double life, whether you want to or not. It's not in your hands, even if that double edged sword is.
For my part, by and large I have outgrown Stephen King. I certainly feel no desire to get his latest books. I might reread the old ones or read the ones I haven't read before. But I really appreciate having read his work during my formative years. Many thanks. Maybe I'll pick up one of his sons' books. But in all probability, I will not. Would be kinda hard to separate them from who had begotten them. No matter how good (or not) they are. I would think it'll be hard to get out from under King's bloated shadow. Not really their fault. I mean, who wouldn't want to be commercially published, but I do not envy them. Some men cast very large shadows. Just ask Peter Drinkage.
four stars for Sun Dog.
Five stars for Four Past Midnight.