I have listed Stephen King as one of my favorite authors for years now. I have read a lot of his books, but they were read in a short span of time. Basically, I was reading King in high school before taking a very long break from his books. Not that I didn’t care for his style or anything. I just always had access because of my stepdad. Before I picked up Under the Dome (still working through) and Bag of Bones, the last book I’d read by King was the third book in the Dark Tower series. After that, I was picking up David (and Leigh) Eddings, Tad Williams, Robert Jordan, David Farland, Weis and Hickman, and Katherine Kerr as well as some Nora Roberts and Danielle Steel.
That is, I haven’t read anything by King for years until recently. Thanks to the tv series, Under the Dome, I’ve cracked open my first Stephen King novel, and I’m loving it. Yes, he’s overly verbiose, but, for me, that doesn’t detract from his ability to craft a story. He’s kind of this example of how, yeah, you don’t understand how come he’s taking so long to weave his story, but you know that there has got to be some purpose for why it’s in there in the first place. Maybe it could have been cut out, but would it still be the same story if he had? As a fan of Stephen King, I’m willing to endure his long-winded stories because the rambling bits are fascinating.
I have missed reading Stephen King’s works. I look forward to reading the first three books in the Dark Tower series all over again so I can carry on with the rest of the series. I miss his ability to mess with your head as the story progresses. As I mentioned before in Monday’s entry, Stephen King doesn’t rely on a whole lot of blood and gore to make his stories terrifying. Rather, it’s his delving into the human psyche that grips you and won’t let you go, and he’s spent four decades honing his abilities. I’m not saying there isn’t blood in any of his stories – that would be a lie – but his stories are in the same vein as some of the Japanese and Korean horror films I’ve watched. Everything is subtle. You don’t realize it’s creeping up on you until he shows you what you’ve been fearing all along.
Now, I could sit here, at my computer, and write a full on critique about how long-winded his sentences are, how this is horrible and blah blah blah. Believe me, in Under the Dome, he’s got some doozies, and I’ve not read a quarter of the book yet. At the same time, while I do notice it, it doesn’t seem to matter. He uses them to ramp up the intensity of what’s going on, and it works. It works so wonderfully well!
So here is my confession. I love Stephen King. I’ve missed his works. He’s a “rule” breaker in every sense, and that is something worth studying.
Currently reading by Stephen King: Under the Dome