Stephen King is my favourite author. Yes, he’s a horror guy, but he’s also a master of character development, making them so real that I fall in love, even with the bad guys. They too have a pilot light of goodness. Books of terror, such as The Shining and Pet Semetary, have always been enthralling for me as well as scary.
Yesterday I started King’s novel The Regulators. In the first hundred pages, the occupants of vibrantly coloured vans are terrorizing the residents of a suburban street. They’ve already killed a man, a woman, a boy and a dog. Despite all this, I loved reading about the dynamics of the neighbourhood … who’s doing what. Who’s saying what about whom.
I slept poorly last night. I’m still pretty dopey. Stephen, did you have anything to do with this?
I see myself as a spiritual person. Am I moving towards letting go of the 6:00 pm news, gossip in the coffee shop, and perhaps Mr. King’s depictions of murder? As for the author, I read fiction and go to international movies to see life vividly displayed in front of me. I want real people feeling real things. I want stunning moments between two people. I want love, sadness, anger … the full meal deal.
No, I’ve just decided. I won’t stop reading Stephen King. There are too many “ah hah” moments within those pages, where I recognize humankind, and pause to consider my world view. To consider what’s important in my life. To learn.
Bring it on, Stephen. Teach me.