I’ve mentioned it before: I am one
of Stephen King’s Constant Readers. Ever since discovering his books as a young
teenager, I’ve devoured them. At least, his horror and science fiction and
fantasy books—not so much the crime thrillers that he’s taken to writing of
Despite counting him amongst my
favourite authors, I don’t love everything about his stories. For instance, the
endings are sometimes a bit of a let-down. Yet this doesn’t detract much from
my enjoyment. The pleasure with King is in going along for the ride—if the destination
occasionally disappoints, the journey is nearly always a blast.
Here are some of my favourites among
his books, along with a few not-so-favourites.
Let’s start with two novellas from the collection Different Seasons, published in 1982, the year I turned eighteen. Both are a little unusual in that they resulted in that rarest of things—a superb screen adaptation of a Stephen King story. The Body is a small-town tale (like so many of King’s) about a trio of friends who go off in search of a dead body they’ve heard is lying alongside a set of rail tracks. It’s a joy (as is the film version, called Stand By Me and starring the tragic River Phoenix), a perfect slice of childhood, something that King does so well. Rita Hayworth and Shawshank Redemption (the Rita Hayworth part of the title was dropped for the film version) is a tale set in a prison with an unforeseen and wholly satisfying ending.
Next, Insomnia, which King describes as a ‘stiff, trying-too-hard’ novel. It’s where we first encounter The Crimson King, who would feature in other King works, most notably The Dark Tower series. More on that later. Also good reads are The Green Mile, the tale of death row inmate John Coffey (whose initials are probably not coincidental), and 11/22/63. I’ve long been fascinated with the Kennedy assassination and time travel—this was a great way to combine the two.
The Green Mile
Here’s a selection of what I call Meh books—they were okay, but lacked something that might have made them appeal more to my tastes. (As always, my tastes are likely to be different from yours so it’s perfectly fine to disagree with me.) Cujo, The Dead Zone, Dolores Claiborne, Christine, Needful Things and Sleeping Beauties all had something going for them that made them enjoyable to a point, but that ultimately left me feeling a little dissatisfied, a little meh. I was enjoying Revival, when the most interesting character in the story fades out of sight. When we encounter him again much later, he has changed in ways that feel unrealistic. And the ending—hugely disappointing and nowhere near as scary as I’d been hoping. Finally for the Meh books, Under the Dome. Loved the concept and the opening. No spoilers, but after such a promising start, it descends into a bit of a mess—it’s probably been eight or nine years since I read it and I couldn’t even tell you how it ends. If not for the concept and intriguing opening, this one is unlikely to have even made it onto my list of Meh books.
Some of his earliest books are
amongst my favourites. The following three were published in the 1970s. Salem’s Lot is a tale of vampire
infestation of a small town and presses all the right buttons. I’ve long been
fascinated with the blood-sucking fiends since first reading Dracula as a young teenager—the recent
trend for sparkly, prance-about-in-full-sunlight lotharios (my younger daughter
made me watch a certain series of films with her; by the end of the first one,
I was pleading, “Bite her, already.” It took another two or three angst-ridden
films before he did) hasn’t put me off—and King’s tale resonated as strongly
with me as its classic predecessor. The
Stand is an apocalyptic tale that I’ve spoken about in other posts. Suffice
to say here, it’s a ripping yarn about good versus evil in a world that’s gone
to hell. The Long Walk was published
(among others) under the pseudonym Richard Bachman. It’s a dystopian tale about
an annual contest involving one hundred teenage boys. The contest is simple
enough—they all set off together walking southwards from Maine and the winner
will be the last boy standing. However, any boy whose walking pace drops below
4 mph receives a warning; three warnings and, well, let’s just say that nobody
is allowed to retire alive from this contest.
Another of the ‘Bachman books’ is The Running Man. (It was made into a
film starring Arnie, which bears only a passing resemblance to the novel and is
far inferior.) This is also set in a dystopian futuristic America and is a tale
that doesn’t let up. King apparently wrote it in a week and I think it shows in
that it doesn’t pause for breath. I doubt my next pick will make it onto
everyone’s favourite list, but there’s something about The Tommyknockers that I love. Maybe it’s the concept of someone
tripping over a tiny protruding piece of metal in the woods that turns out to
be the tip of a spacecraft a mile wide, or the 50s B-movie feel of the second
half of the book, but it’s a novel I’ve returned to more than once. The most
recent book on my favourite list is Cell,
published in 2006. It’s another tale carried by a great concept and a fun
journey that makes up for a lukewarm ending.
How about one or two that I
positively disliked? The first is Gerald’s
Game. I can say, without having to think about it much, that this is my
least favourite of any King book I’ve read. There’s one genuinely creepy
moment, but it couldn’t make up for the drudgery of trying to get through the
rest of it—the only time I’ve been relieved to reach the end of one of his
books, shove it back onto the shelf and forget about it. The other is the
seventh novel in The Dark Tower series.
I’d worked my way through the preceding six instalments with varying degrees of
pleasure and I was keen to see how the series would play out—to find out, at
last, after more than a million words, what Roland would discover at the end of
his mission… quest… thing. (Sorry—can’t resist a LOTR reference when the
opportunity arises.) Well, before reaching that point, Mr King engages in a
moment of such self-indulgent author intrusion that it completely threw me out
of the story and made me hesitate about continuing. I don’t want to be critical
of someone whom I hold in such high regard, but I felt it was a mistake. I
imagine he must have deliberated hard before deciding to do it, but I wonder
whether he’s ever regretted it. Anyway, I pressed on and eventually Roland
reaches the top of the Dark Tower where awaits a door with his name on it. I
won’t say what happens next but it was enough to make me swear in disbelief and
want to throw the book at the wall.
I’ll finish on a positive note with
a mention of three more favourites. The
Talisman, co-authored with another writer I admire, Peter Straub, is a
fantasy tale about a boy’s search for a magical amulet that will save his dying
mother. Flitting between this world and ‘the Territories’, it’s a fun-filled,
dark ride. Pet Sematary contains a
scene that scared me more than any other King book. It has made me go back and
read it again more than once, and I don’t think I’ve finished with it yet. And,
finally, the book if pressed I’d name as my favourite of all Stephen King
books. IT takes place in two
timelines—late-1950s and mid-1980s—because the eponymous monster feeds on a
27-year cycle. The 50s sequences, when the group of heroes and heroine are aged
around eleven or twelve, once again display King’s talents at evoking
childhood; downtrodden childhoods, at that, for each of our children is at some
disadvantage, perhaps from an abusive parent or speech impediment or obesity.
They call themselves the Losers. The 80s sequences take place when the Losers
are all grown up, though not all have shaken the self-appointed loser tag.
Despite a scene that many readers find, to put it mildly, disconcerting, and an
ending that disappoints a little, IT is
a nostalgic, horror-filled feast. There are nods to classic villains like
Frankenstein’s monster and the werewolf, and it’s a book, despite its
brick-like size, I’ve returned to again and again.
I recently did an interview (for
another author’s blog) where I was asked to name one person, dead or alive, I’d
like to meet. Almost impossible to pick only one from our entire history. In
the end, I plumped for Stephen King. Well, I would love to sit and discuss books and writing and films with him
over a beer or coffee. Since that’s never likely to happen, at least I still
have his books.
Till next time…