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rynlingThe new Stephen King novel is good. It is so good. What right does it have to be so good.
The premise is that there is a boy who can see ghosts. Ghosts linger near their site of death for a day or two. They’re super chill, and they always tell the truth. This is interesting, but it doesn’t really matter.
What matters is that the boy lives in New York City with his literary agent mom, who is having serious financial trouble due to the 2008 market crash and her brother’s medical bills. She’s also developing a problem with alcohol, which is enabled by her girlfriend, who is a cop. All the ghost stuff is incidental to what the reader actually cares about, which is whether this three-person family is going to be okay.
Every sentence is perfect, and there is not a word out of place. The chapters are short and neatly structured. The writing invites you in, and the next thing you know you’re a third of the way through the book. It’s like a one-to-one psychic transmission of story. Goddamn.
At a certain point I realized that, as a writer, I am never going to be Margaret Atwood, mainly because I have zero sense of duty to literary fiction as a genre or to society in general. But maybe, if I put in the work, I can try to aspire to the level of Stephen King.
The premise is that there is a boy who can see ghosts. Ghosts linger near their site of death for a day or two. They’re super chill, and they always tell the truth. This is interesting, but it doesn’t really matter.
What matters is that the boy lives in New York City with his literary agent mom, who is having serious financial trouble due to the 2008 market crash and her brother’s medical bills. She’s also developing a problem with alcohol, which is enabled by her girlfriend, who is a cop. All the ghost stuff is incidental to what the reader actually cares about, which is whether this three-person family is going to be okay.
Every sentence is perfect, and there is not a word out of place. The chapters are short and neatly structured. The writing invites you in, and the next thing you know you’re a third of the way through the book. It’s like a one-to-one psychic transmission of story. Goddamn.
At a certain point I realized that, as a writer, I am never going to be Margaret Atwood, mainly because I have zero sense of duty to literary fiction as a genre or to society in general. But maybe, if I put in the work, I can try to aspire to the level of Stephen King.
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Date: 2021-03-11 02:52 pm (UTC)The mental image of your old professor hiding out in his car to read Stephen King novels is golden, by the way. I've been thinking about which of King's books you would send him first should you need to invoke your curse, and I'm leaning toward The Tommyknockers. Not only is the vintage hardcover dirt cheap, but it's something a masterpiece in its own horrible and shitty way. Never has there been such a true account of the experience of writing under the influence of cocaine without the word "cocaine" being used even once. Classic.
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Date: 2021-03-14 12:29 pm (UTC)- With lots of hard work you can write and sell tons of stories without outlines
- Most of the books will have structural issues
- But it ends up not mattering too much as long as you stay away from drugs
- Stay away from drugs
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Date: 2021-03-17 06:18 pm (UTC)