RE: Stephen King's books
Thu, 06/7/07 10:56 AM
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Stephen King? As a Roadfood subject? Me, I like 'em van-tenderized, road-aged, sauce on the side...
Okay, here's my take on King. He's an honest writer with some real merits. I believe he's entered the canon -- that as long as people are reading, someone's gonna be reading King. He's not one of the greats, but he is, in fact, one of the goods. Is he Twain or Dickens? No, he ******* (hey, what's the cuss policy here?) well is not. But if you were to compare him to someone like, oh, Sir Arthur Conan Doyle or Damon Runyon, you'd be in the ballpark.
I think his real strength is that he knows what's important in life, and he knows how to threaten it. What's important? The people we love, and how we treat them. He knows this on a bedrock level, and that's something many more skillful artists need to learn.
Dude needs editing. He needs someone to stand on the back of his neck and make him cut chunks out of his novels. The facility with which he can produce words is a blessing, but it needs to be controlled, and he doesn't seem prone to that type of self-control.
He's one of those Ellison types where much of his casual writing is so personal, so conversational, that you start feeling as though he's a pal... and I read his stuff on a pal basis. I'm less critical because I like him.
I think he has chops he hasn't used yet. Stuff like his New Yorker piece on Little League, Bag of Bones, The Girl Who Loved Tom Gordon -- hey, maybe you like his earlier stuff better, but what we're watching here is a creator who's still reaching and growing, and whose best work may well be in the future. I think that he's capable of moving himself up a notch or two, and he seems to be working towards that end.
He has dreadful moments. Nothing in his imagination is as frightening as some of his phrasing. I read The Stand once, but I will carry to my grave the moment the Magical Old Black Lady looked at one of the female characters, and in the process of analyzing her fertility, the phrase 'pretty good porch door' was used to refer to the, uh, channel of birth. For Pete's sake, Steve, did you get that out of the five-for-a-dollar bin at Euphemisms R Us? This kind of thing crops up periodically, and it hurts, it burns.
The Mist is also my favorite of his short fiction. While the Human Values mentioned above mean a lot, the EC comics/B-movie tone of a lot of his short fiction is a blast. He loves that stuff, and it comes through...
My favorite book of his? Dance Macabre. That, along with Lovecraft's Supernatural Horror in Fiction, is the essential jumping-off point if you're interested in horror.
And maybe I better shut up before I start talking about the way he and Koontz have ruined the alphabetical balance of the field and other matters more obscure... but while we're talking about writers and food, has anyone else noticed that William Gibson writes about eggs like he wants some?