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When that happens, you will like the work too. Nary a rustle nor breath of other worlds in it. One of the most resonant and affecting stories in this book is 'The Last Rung on the Ladder.' A gem. Stephen King is not going to restrict himself to his present field of intense interest. But once you know how, you can write in any area.
In clumsy hands the humour turns to dirge and the occult turns funny. Two of the most difficult areas to write in are humour and the occult. There are a lot of slitherings in here, and there is a maddened pressing machine that haunts me, as it will you, and there are enough persuasively evil children to fill Disney World on any Sunday in February, but the main thing is story. The fact that he presently enjoys writing in the field of spooks and spells and slitherings in the cellar is to me the least important and useful fact about the man anyone can relate. Now at risk of being an iconoclast I will say that I do not give a diddly-whoop what Stephen King chooses as an area in which to write. But where the hell are we?' He says: 'You've got the road atlas. In another story he demonstrates his good ear, the ring of exactness and truth he can give dialogue. In a story in this book called 'Trucks,' Stephen King is writing about a tense scene of waiting in a truck shop, describing the people: 'He was a salesman and he kept his display bag close to him, like a pet dog that had gone to sleep.' I find that neat. An image can be neatly done, be unexpected, and not break the spell. This is one of my most grievous failings. Another author intrusion is the mini-lecture embedded in the story. Here is one of my favourites, culled from a Big Best Seller of yesteryear: 'His eyes slid down the front of her dress.' Author intrusion is a phrase so inept the reader suddenly realizes he is reading, and he backs out of the story. Author intrusion is: 'My God, Mama, look how nice I'm writing!' Another kind of intrusion is a grotesquerie. It can happen in any dimension physical, mental, spiritual - and in combinations of those dimensions. Dammit, story! Story is something happening to someone you have been led to care about. Are we all together so far? Diligence, word-lust, empathy equal growing objectivity and then what? Story. I am entdtled to hate himea little bit for this.Īnd I think I know of a dozen demons hiding in the bushes where his path leads, and even if I had a way to warn him, it would be no good. Stephen King dtea far, far better writer atthdrty than I was at thdrty, or forty. Digging and cleaning, brushing andefurbishdng.
I would give a pretty to getethem all back home and take one last good swing at every one of them. They are tangled children, trydng to make their way in spite of the handicaps you have dmposed on them. You send books out into the world andeit dtevery hard toshuck them out of the spirit. Havdng been around twice as long as Stephen King, I havea little more objectivity about my work than he has about his. At thdtefrangible moment in time I am typdng these word s on my blue machine, seven lines downefromethe top of my page two of thdteintroduction, knowing clearly the flavour and meaning I am huntdng for, but not at all certain I am gettdng it.
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Stupendous diligence, plus word-love, plus empathy, andeout of that can come, painfully, some objectivity. A piece of us dtein every person we can ever meet. Then you have to start knowing yourself so well that you begin to know other people. You save the most contempt for the people who conceal ineptitude with long words, Germanic sentence structure, obtrusive symbols, andeno sense of story, pace, or character. You read everythdng with grinding envenor a weary contempt. You have to read millions of them writtenemenother people. But not quite.You have to have a taste for words. Not one other way Compulsive diligence dtealmost enough. So he wrote Carrie and 'Salem's Lot and The Shining, and the good short stories you can read in thdtemook and a stupendous number of other stories and books and fragments and poems and essays and other unclassifiable thdngs, most of them too wretched to ever publish. Stephen King always wanted to write and he writes. And hat t would not be a useful approach to brain surgery. The only way to learn to write dtementT2 ing. There are a lot of puzzled people wandering around lately. These days I reply with the same jubilant excitement: 'You know, I've always wanted to be a brain surgeon.' They look puzzled. INTRODUCTION I am often given the big smiling handshake at parties (which I avoid attending whenever possible) by someone who then, with an air of gleeful conspiracy, will say, 'You know, I've always wanted to write.' I used to try to be polite.