Under the Dome
Just listened to Under the Dome by Stephen King.
It's been my experience with the horror genre that the bark is often worse than the bite. Dean Koontz, for example, is just barely a horror writer in my opinion. I love Dean Koontz, by the way. But I always thought of him as a thriller writer. That's not right either, of course.
I think it goes back to my own early experience with the word "horror". For me "horror" lived in movies like Friday the 13th, Halloween, Wolfen, The Howling not to mention the seemingly endless stream of B movie get-downs I watched on a black and white TV, in the dark, in my room, on the show called Creature Features.
But to READ horror is a whole different ball game. It's still scary, but it seems more psychologically so. It can still put you on the edge of your seat, but not make you cover your eyes. Maybe that's it. Maybe because it can't really make you jump, it can't startle you, maybe that makes written horror different, more cerebral somehow.
I don't know.
Point is, I read... listened to that is... Under the Dome and I thought it was brilliant. I am so overwhelmed by King's talent that I can hardly bring myself to write anything. (excuse)
He's 62 years of strange and still pumping out mind-f's as if he was young, poor and penning Carrie so he could promptly throw it in the trash. If you don't know that story, look it up. Or better yet, read about it in his book, On Writing, which is also brilliant.
I guess that's enough SK love for one day.
Posted by Casey Freeland at 19:08