Nov 12, 10
there are times when it seems stephen king is afflicted with 'murakami syndrome'... y'know what i mean: the guy has quite the incredible imagination but large swaths of his prose makes it so you can't entirely rule out the fact that he might be a bit retarded. you also wonder why king feels the need to end each story on the perfect note. it ain't always the best tack as concerns creepy-as-shit stories: all this horror/existenzy stuff begs for some mystery, some questions left unanswered... and the second story in this collection, big driver, well, it sucks. it really does.
1922. the first and best of the four throws you right there in bradbury country: isolated farmhouse out in a cornfield in early 20th century nebraska. creaky floorboards and dust motes in slanted sunlight and lots and lots of rats. yeah, the story might end a bit on-the-nose... but, the journey's what it's about. some gorgeous writing here and great little macabre details along the way... that rat and cow match-up? sheee-it!
and the 3rd and shortest story -- fair extension. a nice bit of literary punkrockery with the novel twist of there not being a twist. as brutal a story as any i've read simply because king plays it straight -- pretty sure i've never read one of these that didn't turn all that faustian crap back on the protagonist.
having only read 2 king novels (pet sematary & under the dome) and a bunch of short stories and novellas, i'm thinking the short form might play more to his strengths... thoughts?
and cool that they released this as the air out here in los angeles started turning colder. nothing better than couch, dog, coffee, blanket, ghost story...