I love Stephen King again.
For a while there, I’d stopped. Maybe I’d become too cool for school, maybe he was no longer my style, or maybe he really did become a hack, a two-page stock character in his own novel, a man content, intent on a paycheck and fat on creative bankruptcy. Maybe a close encounter with death made him blink when before he and the abyss stared at each other in a draw. Whatever it was, I’d had enough. The man who wrote The Dead Zone (one of my favorite novels EVER), The Stand, Carrie, and Pet Cemetery, was now nothing more than a Family Guy gag. He’d entered a creative ditch that most writers don’t have the talent or will to escape. Siyanara, Senor King. It was nice while it lasted.
But damn, did Stephen make a comeback. Sure, he’s still the master of the goosebump, the cerebellum jerk, but he’s morphed into something more. He found a way to evolve, to be literary and pop. It’s an impressive accomplishment, one I hope to someday repeat.
Here’s a video of him. I hope you enjoy.