Is there a book equivalent of a basic cable staple?
― Kiarostami bag (milo z), Thursday, 11 July 2013 20:24 (ten years ago) link
The Stand is absolutely one of my favorite books, I basically recommend that everyone read it in any form
― "Post-Oven" (DJP), Thursday, July 11, 2013 3:54 PM (1 hour ago) Bookmark Flag Post Permalink
Despite my griping about the changes above, me too. Since I was 13, I've read it once in every decade of my life and get something new out of it each time.
― This amigurumi Jamaican octopus is ready to chill with you (Phil D.), Thursday, 11 July 2013 21:22 (ten years ago) link
yeah it's definitely in my top 10
― set the controls for the heart of the sun (VegemiteGrrl), Thursday, 11 July 2013 21:27 (ten years ago) link
Its no the talisman or IT tbh but the i liked insomnia....
― dub job deems (darraghmac), Thursday, 11 July 2013 23:23 (ten years ago) link
I don't know if King or Straub or some combo thereof wrote this passage, but when I first read The Talisman as a teen boy it just struck me as a particularly amazing moment - a boy about my age hoofing it down a highway offramp to a giant shopping mall all lit up under a magic-hour sky, burdened with a terrific (in the old-school sense) responsibility, having discovered incredible things about himself and yet still just an American teen. It feels like King - the Americana, the mental asides, the brand names, all of it.
The huge yellow-and-purple sign reading BUCKEYE MALL floated ahead of Jack as he came around the final curve of the off-ramp, drifted past his shoulder and reappeared on his other side, at which point he could finally see that it was erected on a tripod of tall yellow poles in the shopping-center parking lot. The mall itself was a futuristic assemblage of ochre-colored buildings that seemed to be windowless — a second later, Jack realized that the mall was covered, and what he was seeing was only the illusion of separate buildings. He put his hand in his pocket and fingered the tight roll of twenty-three single dollar bills which was his earthly fortune.In the cool sunlight of an early autumn afternoon, Jack sprinted across the street toward the mall's parking lot.If it had not been for his conversation with Buddy Parkins, Jack would very likely have stayed on U.S. 40 and tried to cover another fifty miles — he wanted to get to Illinois, where Richard Sloat was, in the next two or three days. The thought of seeing his friend Richard again had kept him going during the weary days of nonstop work on Elbert Palamountain's farm: the image of spectacled, serious-faced Richard Sloat in his room at Thayer School, in Springfield, Illinois, had fueled him as much as Mrs. Palamountain's generous meals. Jack still wanted to see Richard, and as soon as he could: but Buddy Parkins's inviting him home had somehow unstrung him. He could not just climb into another car and begin all over again on the Story. (In any case, Jack reminded himself, the Story seemed to be losing its potency.) The shopping mall gave him a perfect chance to drop out for an hour or two, especially if there was a movie theater somewhere in there — right now, Jack could have watched the dullest, soppiest Love Story of a movie.And before the movie, were he lucky enough to find a theater, he would be able to take care of two things he had been putting off for at least a week. Jack had seen Buddy Parkins looking at his disintegrating Nikes. Not only were the running shoes falling apart, the soles, once spongy and elastic, had mysteriously become hard as asphalt. On days when he had to walk great distances — or when he had to work standing up all day — his feet stung as if they'd been burned.The second task, calling his mother, was so loaded with guilt and other fearful emotions that Jack could not quite allow it to become conscious. He did not know if he could keep from weeping, once he'd heard his mother's voice. What if she sounded weak — what if she sounded really sick? Could he really keep going west if Lily hoarsely begged him to come back to New Hampshire? So he could not admit to himself that he was probably going to call his mother. Hismind gave him the suddenly very clear image of a bank of pay telephones beneath their hairdryer plastic bubbles, and almost immediately bucked away from it — as if Elroy or some other Territories creature could reach right out of the receiver and clamp a hand around his throat.Just then three girls a year or two older than Jack bounced out of the back of a Subaru Brat which had swung recklessly into a parking spot near the mall's main entrance. For a second they had the look of models contorted into awkwardly elegant poses of delight and astonishment. When they had adjusted into more conventional postures the girls glanced incuriously at Jack and began to flip their hair expertly back into place. They were leggy in their tight jeans, these confident little princesses of the tenth grade, and when they laughed they put their hands over their mouths in a fashion which suggested that laughter itself was laughable. Jack slowed his walk into a kind of sleepwalker's stroll. One of the princesses glanced at him and muttered something to the brown-haired girl beside her.I'm different now, Jack thought: I'm not like them any-more. The recognition pierced him with loneliness.A thickset blond boy in a blue sleeveless down vest climbed out of the driver's seat and gathered the girls around him by the simple expedient of pretending to ignore them. The boy, who must have been a senior and at the very least in the varsity backfield, glanced once at Jack and then looked appraisingly at the facade of the mall. 'Timmy?' said the tall brown-haired girl. 'Yeah, yeah,' the boy said. 'I was just wondering what smells like shit out here.' He rewarded the girls with a superior little smile. The brown-haired girl looked smirkingly toward Jack, then swung herself across the asphalt with her friends. The three girls followed Timmy's arrogant body through the glass doors into the mall.Jack waited until the figures of Timmy and his court, visible through the glass, had shrunk to the size of puppies far down the long mall before he stepped on the plate which opened the doors.Cold predigested air embraced him.
In the cool sunlight of an early autumn afternoon, Jack sprinted across the street toward the mall's parking lot.
If it had not been for his conversation with Buddy Parkins, Jack would very likely have stayed on U.S. 40 and tried to cover another fifty miles — he wanted to get to Illinois, where Richard Sloat was, in the next two or three days. The thought of seeing his friend Richard again had kept him going during the weary days of nonstop work on Elbert Palamountain's farm: the image of spectacled, serious-faced Richard Sloat in his room at Thayer School, in Springfield, Illinois, had fueled him as much as Mrs. Palamountain's generous meals. Jack still wanted to see Richard, and as soon as he could: but Buddy Parkins's inviting him home had somehow unstrung him. He could not just climb into another car and begin all over again on the Story. (In any case, Jack reminded himself, the Story seemed to be losing its potency.) The shopping mall gave him a perfect chance to drop out for an hour or two, especially if there was a movie theater somewhere in there — right now, Jack could have watched the dullest, soppiest Love Story of a movie.
And before the movie, were he lucky enough to find a theater, he would be able to take care of two things he had been putting off for at least a week. Jack had seen Buddy Parkins looking at his disintegrating Nikes. Not only were the running shoes falling apart, the soles, once spongy and elastic, had mysteriously become hard as asphalt. On days when he had to walk great distances — or when he had to work standing up all day — his feet stung as if they'd been burned.The second task, calling his mother, was so loaded with guilt and other fearful emotions that Jack could not quite allow it to become conscious. He did not know if he could keep from weeping, once he'd heard his mother's voice. What if she sounded weak — what if she sounded really sick? Could he really keep going west if Lily hoarsely begged him to come back to New Hampshire? So he could not admit to himself that he was probably going to call his mother. Hismind gave him the suddenly very clear image of a bank of pay telephones beneath their hairdryer plastic bubbles, and almost immediately bucked away from it — as if Elroy or some other Territories creature could reach right out of the receiver and clamp a hand around his throat.
Just then three girls a year or two older than Jack bounced out of the back of a Subaru Brat which had swung recklessly into a parking spot near the mall's main entrance. For a second they had the look of models contorted into awkwardly elegant poses of delight and astonishment. When they had adjusted into more conventional postures the girls glanced incuriously at Jack and began to flip their hair expertly back into place. They were leggy in their tight jeans, these confident little princesses of the tenth grade, and when they laughed they put their hands over their mouths in a fashion which suggested that laughter itself was laughable. Jack slowed his walk into a kind of sleepwalker's stroll. One of the princesses glanced at him and muttered something to the brown-haired girl beside her.
I'm different now, Jack thought: I'm not like them any-more. The recognition pierced him with loneliness.
A thickset blond boy in a blue sleeveless down vest climbed out of the driver's seat and gathered the girls around him by the simple expedient of pretending to ignore them. The boy, who must have been a senior and at the very least in the varsity backfield, glanced once at Jack and then looked appraisingly at the facade of the mall. 'Timmy?' said the tall brown-haired girl. 'Yeah, yeah,' the boy said. 'I was just wondering what smells like shit out here.' He rewarded the girls with a superior little smile. The brown-haired girl looked smirkingly toward Jack, then swung herself across the asphalt with her friends. The three girls followed Timmy's arrogant body through the glass doors into the mall.Jack waited until the figures of Timmy and his court, visible through the glass, had shrunk to the size of puppies far down the long mall before he stepped on the plate which opened the doors.
Cold predigested air embraced him.
― This amigurumi Jamaican octopus is ready to chill with you (Phil D.), Thursday, 11 July 2013 23:50 (ten years ago) link
I didn't get around reading Talisman for a long time, not until college...but man it was worth it, god I loved that book
― set the controls for the heart of the sun (VegemiteGrrl), Thursday, 11 July 2013 23:56 (ten years ago) link
Stuggling to get into 11/22/63 - worth persevering? The Talisman sounds interesting tho'.
― Chuck_Tatum, Friday, 12 July 2013 09:39 (ten years ago) link
I should revisit the Talisman, read it in my teens along with just about every other King novel but thought it was a real slog.
― sofatruck, Friday, 12 July 2013 11:54 (ten years ago) link
don't forget Black House - the sequel that was written 17 years later
― koogs, Friday, 12 July 2013 12:12 (ten years ago) link
And was fuckin good!
― dub job deems (darraghmac), Friday, 12 July 2013 12:30 (ten years ago) link
Stuggling to get into 11/22/63 - worth persevering?
It takes a while to get going, then it gets going, then it gets stuck in another plot/book for a few hundred pages, then it rushes to a predictably ironic time-travel dystopia conclusion. I honestly can't remember how it end-ends.
― Josh in Chicago, Friday, 12 July 2013 12:35 (ten years ago) link
i loved it start to finish so
― we're up all night to get (s1ocki), Friday, 12 July 2013 16:32 (ten years ago) link
Keep at it -def picks up
― just1n3, Friday, 12 July 2013 16:44 (ten years ago) link
Stephen King in The Atlantic on opening lines and why they are so bad and hated important/
― it itches like a porky pine sitting on your dick (Phil D.), Wednesday, 24 July 2013 13:14 (ten years ago) link
Stephen King on ending books, and why your conclusion is apparently nowhere near as important as your opening line.
― Josh in Chicago, Wednesday, 24 July 2013 13:17 (ten years ago) link
Huh, "[A.E. Van Vogt's] book Slan was actually the basis of the Alien films -- they basically stole them to do that, and ended up paying his estate some money -- but he was just a terrible, terrible writer."Never knew this -- is it true? I cannot recall any resemblance, though it's been close to twenty years since i read it. Was there a particular scene or something?As I recall it, the book was about these superhuman dudes who could read minds and were hunted and killed by some bunch of assholes.
― Øystein, Wednesday, 24 July 2013 14:08 (ten years ago) link
King is getting it mixed up with Voyage of the Space Beagle (and more specifically with "The Black Destroyer" story from that novel), but yeah, there was a lawsuit by Van Vogt that was settled out of court.
― it itches like a porky pine sitting on your dick (Phil D.), Wednesday, 24 July 2013 14:18 (ten years ago) link
Hrm, looked around a bit.Found this claim at least:"(T)he original literary source, perhaps, (...) for ALIEN itself. It is a 1939 short story by A.E. van Vogt entitled Black Destroyer (later assembled into a part of a fix-up novel entitled The Voyage Of The Space Beagle)."
That led me to the wikipedia article on the novel, which references this BBC My Science Fiction Life article:"(The Voyage of the Space Beagle) was a clear influence on Star Trek and Alien - in fact, van Vogt started a lawsuit against 20th Century Fox as the events of Alien closely mirrored a chapter of Space Beagle. Fox settled out of court."
― Øystein, Wednesday, 24 July 2013 14:25 (ten years ago) link
Also, van Vogt was Canadian, not German, though according to Wiki, "Until he was four years old, van Vogt and his family spoke only a dialect of Low German in the home."
― Ward Fowler, Wednesday, 24 July 2013 14:31 (ten years ago) link
100 pages into a paperback of the 80s the stand (SOON TO BE A MAJOR MOTION PICTURE DIRECTED BY GEORGE A. ROMERO). excited!
― one yankee sympathizer masquerading as a historian (difficult listening hour), Tuesday, 30 July 2013 23:21 (ten years ago) link
Ha, Romero. I thought for a second that you meant he was directing a new version of it. There's this on the wiki, though:
"In January 2011, it was announced that Warner Bros. and CBS Films will be developing a feature-length film adaptation of The Stand.[11] There is currently no official release date. In July 2011, it was reported that the film may be a trilogy, and that David Yates is considering directing.[12] On August 10, Warner Bros. finalized the deal for Yates and Harry Potter screenwriter Steve Kloves to re-team for a multi-movie version of The Stand.[13] However, in October 2011, it was reported that both Yates and Kloves had left the project, due to Yates feeling the project would work better as a miniseries, and that actor/director Ben Affleck was Warner Bros.' new choice for the project.[14]"
The Romero script used to float around a bit. I did see this:
Read the George Romero script for his cancelled early 80s film adaptation. It’s a great read for anyone who wants to see how it SHOULDN’T be done.
― Josh in Chicago, Tuesday, 30 July 2013 23:28 (ten years ago) link
Anyone still watching Under The Dome? Total trash but it's insanely watchable.
― Chuck_Tatum, Wednesday, 31 July 2013 16:41 (ten years ago) link
http://www.nytimes.com/2013/08/04/magazine/stephen-kings-family-business.html?pagewanted=1&_r=0&hp
― how's life, Wednesday, 31 July 2013 16:58 (ten years ago) link
He named his son Joe iirc
Classic
― Charlie Slothrop (wins), Wednesday, 31 July 2013 17:02 (ten years ago) link
When you met him you could be like "you MUST be... Stephen kings son"
― Charlie Slothrop (wins), Wednesday, 31 July 2013 17:03 (ten years ago) link
His son goes by Joe Hill.
― Josh in Chicago, Wednesday, 31 July 2013 17:16 (ten years ago) link
Which I always wonder if it's supposed to evoke the old Paul Robeson song 'I dreamed I saw Joe Hill last night/Alive as youuuu or meeeee...'
― Spot Lange (Jon Lewis), Wednesday, 31 July 2013 17:56 (ten years ago) link
Nope! His name is Joseph Hillstrom King.
― Josh in Chicago, Wednesday, 31 July 2013 18:44 (ten years ago) link
Tryin' my best, real hard, to distance myself from dad ...
http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/d/d4/Joehillgfdl.PNG/200px-Joehillgfdl.PNG
― Josh in Chicago, Wednesday, 31 July 2013 18:45 (ten years ago) link
He looks more like Trey Anastasio.
― how's life, Wednesday, 31 July 2013 19:03 (ten years ago) link
Huh, didn't Stephen King have a big black beard when he was younger?
― Josh in Chicago, Wednesday, 31 July 2013 19:16 (ten years ago) link
http://charnelhouse.tripod.com/mainpageking.jpg
― Josh in Chicago, Wednesday, 31 July 2013 19:18 (ten years ago) link
"I hope you rot in HELL!"
< / Creepshow reference >
― Boven is het stil (Eric H.), Wednesday, 31 July 2013 19:20 (ten years ago) link
weirdly i read one of joe hill's books last weekend and i only realized when this thread popped up who he was. it was... ok
― socki (s1ocki), Thursday, 1 August 2013 13:53 (ten years ago) link
Horns was really good. I haven't read the other two because the ideas behind them (haunted rock star, evil car takes kids to Nightmareland) sounded really fucking corny.
― 誤訳侮辱, Thursday, 1 August 2013 15:35 (ten years ago) link
horns was the one i read
― socki (s1ocki), Thursday, 1 August 2013 15:35 (ten years ago) link
I was in Bangor on the weekend... took the obligatory pic in front of his house. He wasn't home.
― sofatruck, Wednesday, 7 August 2013 01:35 (ten years ago) link
Joe Hill's "Locke & Key" comic series is absolutely terrific. I've also read some great short stories of his in various anthologies. There's a really good story called "Best New Horror," and another called "Last Breath."
― Here's the storify, of a lovely ladify (Phil D.), Wednesday, 7 August 2013 01:48 (ten years ago) link
Just posted this in ILBooks, don't know how many read that thread so:
Just finished Hearts in Atlantis, picked up in a thrift store for a vacation read. The first, lengthy segment is King in the bicycles, baseball, bullies and boogeymen nostalgia mode of It, and I'll always enjoy him in that mode even when it's not his best (the Low Men in Yellow Coats are kind of wtf villains, and then he just abandons them anyway.) And I did like how he threaded the following stories into this one.
Potential spoiler alert, but I don't think so:
King tosses in offhand references here to what I believe are books of his I haven't read: regulators, breakers, a dark tower, beams, Crimson King... yes? (I read The Gunslinger and disliked it enough to not follow up.)
― Same old bland-as-sand mood mouthings (Dan Peterson), Thursday, 15 August 2013 15:21 (ten years ago) link
yes
i really liked hearts in atlantis, and i'd consider it one a core gunslinger books too tbh
― "fear of putting out" in one's early thirties (darraghmac), Thursday, 15 August 2013 15:34 (ten years ago) link
you should prob read the next dark tower book tbh- the first three are very different to each other in style and delivery iirc but it builds to quite something
course, it trails off into a total mess but i dont begrudge having read them i don't think- it just coulda been so much better if the SK of the talisman r bleak house had shown up to bat as opposed to the SK of eh well of the last three dark tower books
― "fear of putting out" in one's early thirties (darraghmac), Thursday, 15 August 2013 15:36 (ten years ago) link
> the SK of the talisman r bleak house
what the dickens?!
― koogs, Thursday, 15 August 2013 16:08 (ten years ago) link
sry keyboard perched on a pile of paper clips atm
― "fear of putting out" in one's early thirties (darraghmac), Thursday, 15 August 2013 16:10 (ten years ago) link
LOL. Okay, I've spent the last half hour Wiki-ing Dark Tower, and Robert Browning, The Lord of the Rings, Arthurian Legend, and The Good, the Bad and the Ugly is pretty much exactly why I stopped after book one. I know he considers this his magnum opus, but I really don't have the interest or patience to read about Maerlyn's Grapefruit...
― Same old bland-as-sand mood mouthings (Dan Peterson), Thursday, 15 August 2013 16:20 (ten years ago) link
dark tower rules, inspite of its flaws (of which there are a great many)
― set the controls for the heart of the sun (VegemiteGrrl), Thursday, 15 August 2013 16:23 (ten years ago) link
from the Drawing Of The Three through to Wizard And Glass it's AMAZING. everything else....not so much.
― Jamie_ATP, Thursday, 15 August 2013 16:42 (ten years ago) link
Yeah, there are individual scenes of greatness in each of the remaining ones, but they get lost in a sea of "Huh?"
― Here's the storify, of a lovely ladify (Phil D.), Thursday, 15 August 2013 17:03 (ten years ago) link
> I've spent the last half hour Wiki-ing Dark Tower, and Robert Browning, The Lord of the Rings, Arthurian Legend, and The Good, the Bad and the Ugly
oz books too.
― koogs, Thursday, 15 August 2013 17:22 (ten years ago) link
Just finished On Writing...top stuff. I found Misery in the street a while back, worth a go? I've not read ANY of his fiction.
― the Shearer of simulated snowsex etc. (Dwight Yorke), Thursday, 15 August 2013 18:04 (ten years ago) link
Misery's probably my favorite (haven't read it since age 18-19) because it's all psychological and no supernatural.
― only dogg forgives (Eazy), Thursday, 15 August 2013 18:05 (ten years ago) link