Dr. Sleep, A Review

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I remember the day back in 1977 when, after waking up with female pains, I decided to stay home from school. Since I wasn’t sick enough to stay in bed, I got dressed and shuffled down the hall into our living room, hoping to find a book to read. Though my parents valued reading they had an odd aversion to keeping books in the house. Once read they vanished mysteriously as they had appeared.

I kneeled down in front of my parents’ meager bookshelf

(who only keeps a handful of books on a big bookshelf?)

as if praying to the book gods that I’d find something of worth. As much as my parents hated cluttered bookshelves there was something they liked more; good deals.

My mother had recently enrolled in the Double Day Book of the Month Club after convincing my father it would be a good deal. The hardbacks were priced cheaper than at the local grocery store (this was the era before big box book stores) and more importantly they came mailed right to your door! Once a month you either mailed them a card with your selection or they mailed you their selection of the month. My mother loved this because she saw it as a chance to have an “expert” pick out a book for her. No one had the heart to explain to her this was the publisher’s way of getting readers hooked on their brand, their authors.

My mother must have been behind on her club reads because there were five books sitting on the shelf, two of which were horror books.

(my lucky day!)

My mother had just recently started to read horror fiction. I think she really liked John Saul at the time.

The first book was called The Shining, by Stephen King

(never heard of him)

the second, Burnt Offerings by Robert Marasco

(never heard of him either)

I read the dust jacket for both. They were eerily similar. I had no idea then, but Burnt Offerings was an inspiration for Stephen King. I didn’t know which one to choose, so I chose the one in my left hand. I put the Marasco book back on the shelf and headed to the couch with King’s book in hand.

(it was a choice that would change my life)

It wasn’t so much the story, though it was good, it was the way in which the author wrote! He did something I had never seen before; he put his main character’s innermost thoughts in brackets.

(why hadn’t anyone ever done this before?)

I was completely hooked. The story was good, the character of Jack Torrance was compelling. I waved vaguely to my mother as she left for the day and read. And read and read and read. When she came home at 3:30 I was still sitting there reading. I sat there until I finished the book. No I didn’t want dinner, no I hadn’t eaten all day and yes, I would be finished soon. This would be how it was with me every time I read a Stephen King book. As an adult I knew myself well enough to make sure my chores were finished before picking up one of his books. In 1990 I read the extended version of The Stand in 9 hours, after doing laundry and cleaning the house. Once I am in, I’m in!

It is not so much the plot or story that draws me in. I’ve read many a great novel in my day that surpasses his. No, what draws me in are his characters and how he masterfully writes so that they are so true to life I not only connect with them, I miss their friendship when the story is finished.  Some I have even mourned. Missed yes, mourned yes, but never really wondered what happened to them. So when King said he was publishing a sequel to The Shining because so many fans wondered what ever happened to Danny Torrance, I found it odd.

Don’t get me wrong, The Shining remains one of my favorite horror books. Remember the fire hose that unfurled itself from the wall with its wide nozzle looking like a snake’s open mouth and chased Danny down the hall? I work with firemen and to this day (I am 49) whenever I am near a fire engine I stay clear of the hoses. I’ve only read it once, but the story has stuck with me these last 36 years.

(it’s been 36 years since I read it? Where does the time go?)

I picked up Dr. Sleep, not because I was curious to see what happened to Danny and his mother, but because I trust Stephen King. If he felt he could revisit with these characters, I felt I could go along with him. A critic said it was better than The Shining. I didn’t think this could be the case, but it did make me a little curious. Could this be true?

Amazon shipped the book to my house on Tuesday. Hey, The Shining came by mail, so I thought it only fitting that Dr. Sleep came the same way. No I didn’t take the day off to read it, but I did take a day of so I could get my homework done before I picked it up. Saturday afternoon I got comfy on the couch and read. And read. Only now because of my ‘older” eyes, I put it down after 5 hours. Sunday morning I finished it.

No, it is not better than The Shining. If anything, it is a companion to it. I’d say the novels are like two bookends. They are the same, but twisted in opposite directions.

In The Shining Jack Torrance lets the demons, both inner and outer get the better of him. In Dr. Sleep, Dan Torrance takes control of both. In The Shining you have a child who has no say or control over the events in his life. In Dr. Sleep you have a child who knows the risks but wants control over her fate. In The Shining you get some imagined horror. In Dr. Sleep the demons inflict real life unmanageable horror on children though thankfully we are spared the gory details. This is no Pet Cemetery or Cujo. King tells you what they do, but never shows you.

In Dr. Sleep, Dan Torrance is a man who, like his father before him, finds himself up against a wall. He makes one last-ditch effort to stop drinking and to finally stop running from his past. Dan manages to stop drinking but finds his past has caught up to him. There are many nods and mentions to The Shining, but if you haven’t read it or don’t remember it, you won’t be missing out. However, if you haven’t read Joe Hill’s NOS4A2, then there may be a couple of places that will have you wondering if you’ve missed something. You most certainly will not get the inside joke about the glass ornaments. These winks and nods are for the “Constant Reader”, those of us who are King and Hill’s die hard fans.

Was it as good as The Shining? No, but don’t expect it to be. This is not a book that has horror at every turn. Where harmless fire hoses turn to snakes, or rotting women languish in tubs. This is a book about taking control of the horror. Oh wait, I take that back. That damn woman is still around! ! Be careful the next time you pull the shower curtain back. You never know what might be there.

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11/22//63 Stephen King & I Dance Again

You would never guess this, but when I was young I had a special relationship with Stephen King. Now, before you let your imagination run wild, or think you’re about to read a tell-all post, let me be clear; I have never met the man, and wouldn’t know what to say to him if I did. No, the special relationship was the kind that he encourages when he addresses his fans as “constant reader”. But I was more than a constant reader, I was an obsessive reader, and at one point, one of his biggest fans.

That’s a mighty big claim you may be thinking. But I was. At one point in the 1980’s I bought my copies of his latest books from the small bookstore in his hometown of Bangor Main. Why? Because for a while, they were the first to receive copies and I just had to have one from that first batch. They also sold limited edition Christmas ornaments depicting various places from his novels. You would only know this if you frequented that store.  When I could not justify the shipping cost of his latest novel, my own hometown’s small bookstore, Copperfields, would always set aside the first book from their shipment for me. Once, I even got to go into the store to buy his latest tome before it opened. You know you buy a lot of books when a store does favors like that.

My obsession with his writing started in high school. One day in 1977, I stayed home not feeling well, but not sick enough to stay in bed all day. I decided to read something new, though my choices were limited. My parents read, but they were not collectors of books like I am. They liked to read a book then pass it on, as if keeping books around the house was a sign of messy housekeeping. Luckily for me, my parents had just recently become Doubleday Book of the Month club members, and had a couple of new hardbacks in the living room shelf waiting to be read. I had my choice between The Shinning and Burnt Offerings. Both looked good, but for whatever reason, I chose The Shinning. It was a choice that would change my reading habits.

I got comfortable on the couch at 8:30 in the morning, said goodbye to my mother as she walked out the door for a day of errands and grooming; getting one’s hair and nails done was something housewives still did back in the 70’s. She surprised us both when, as she walked back into the house at 4:30-just in time to get dinner going-  she said “are you still sitting there reading?! She was surprised because, well there I was 7 hours later, in the same position as when she left, and I was surprised because I realized I hadn’t move, and was about to finish the book. I hadn’t noticed the time; I hadn’t noticed my discomfort, or anything else for that matter. Someone could have broken into the house, and I wouldn’t of noticed. I was so deep into the story, I forgot even I existed.  That’s what Stephen King’s writing did to me. Over the years I developed a habit of making sure that before I picked up one of his books, I had “my house in order” because when I started to read, I did not stop until the book was done. My best time? 9 hours for the complete and unedited version of The Stand.

Do you ever have those kinds of dreams in which the people in it seem so real, you wake up wondering who they were and where they went? That’s what Stephen King’s writing does to me. It puts me in a dream like state, where I watch people I come to know and love (some times really hate). I have to watch them act out their dramas and “wake up” only when the story is complete. No other writer does this to me. No other writer takes me into that deep hole and keeps me there until the story is told.

As I became older, and my interest in fiction waned, my obsession with King faded. I became a mother; a mother with a child who had a heart condition. Nothing King would write, could match the horror a young mother faces as she watches her baby being taken on a gurney to an operating table. My interest in the macabre vanished as my role of caregiver took shape.

To be honest, even after my son’s health improved, I noticed I no longer cared for King’s writing.  Deloris Claiborne and Gerald’s Games bored me. As much as I wanted to like Insomnia, it put me to sleep. At some point in the middle of the 1990’s I realized my obsession was over, and that whatever magic hold King had over me didn’t work any more. I had my memories of our time together, but like many a good relationships, we just grew apart. I became a scholar and fiction was something I indulged in once or twice a year. King was never on my reading menu.

My friends and I talked about King, as many felt the same way I did. They too became bored with his writing and had moved on to new authors. As for me, yes there were times I picked up a book only to find I did not want to put it down, but never did I pick up a book I couldn’t put down. Never did I find myself in that dream like state. I missed it, and wanted it, but it just never happened.

A few months ago a friend, who loved King almost as much as I did, told me she read 11/22/63 and thought it was marvelous. I didn’t take a lot of noticed as I had no interest in reading about the Kennedy assassination, I was just finishing my degree (finally) and I just knew I’d be disappointed. She insisted I read the book and I filed this away along with other helpful advice she gave me when my long time boyfriend and I broke up. Oh sure the book was good, and sure the breakup was for the best. Thanks for the tips.

A month ago I was reading a New York Times review of the year’s best books. Each came with a little blurb on why it was so good. The article mentioned 11/22/63 and said, it was written by a man who clearly remembered the 50’s and is a book that “is a meditation on memory, love, loss, free will and necessity”. This about a Stephen King book? My interest was sparked. Stephen King seemed to be stepping out of his comfort zone and into the land of serious writing. For the same unknown reason I picked up The Shining, I downloaded 11/22/63. Oh how history was about to repeat itself, (pun intended).

This last Sunday I finally admitted I did not feel well. I’m battling a sinus infection and by Sunday it had won. I decided to do something I haven’t done in years (more years than I would be willing to admit to). I decided not to get dressed. Instead I would get comfortable on the couch and read. I wasn’t sure what I really wanted to read, but I had a full iPad and Sunday was the day I would pick from my Kindle library and start going through it . The first title I saw was 11/22/63, so I opened it up at 11:30 and started reading. Within a couple of pages I was once again in dream land. I did not come out of it until late that night. No, I take that back, it took two days for me to return to 2013.

Should I tell you what the book is about, should I go into detail? I’m not sure. Most reviews are a run down of the story, but hey, I really had no idea what the book was about, why should I ruin it for you?

It’s a story about choices and how one man is given the opportunity to do something that is bigger than him, bigger than all of us. He is given the chance to change history on the hope and promise that more good than harm will come from it. But it is the little things this man does that drives the story and makes your heart ache. It is a lesson on how the present gets in the way of the future. Even when we map out our future and think we know what is to be done, the present slaps us down. Who is it that said, “Wanna make God laugh? Tell him your plans”. King makes this all too clear and reminds us that even if we could go back and change some big event in our life, it is the small things that make up our lives.

The characters were real to me. Just like those in my dreams, I knew them and liked them. After I finished the book, I just sat. I couldn’t take my mind off of them and missed them like old friends you miss as they pull out of your driveway after a weekend visit. King has once again taken everyday people and turned them into heroes, not so much because they do great things, but because they dare to do good things in world that is not always fair.

Some critics say this book is pessimistic. I disagree. I think King is offering hope. He reminds us that if we pay attention to what is in front of us, and do the best we can, we may not regret our past. And, if a man offers you the chance to go back in time and you find yourself comfortable where you are, go ahead and live that life as if it is the only one you have.

This is the best lesson I’ve learned in years. By the way, if you read or have read the book, you will understand my blog title. For those who do get it, I hope you and I have many more chances to dance.

 

 

 

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