Stephen King – "The New York Times at Special Bargain Rates" Review

This short story of Mr. King’s “The New York Times…” really needed to be longer, it is better than “Harvey’s Dream,” but that isn’t saying much. It starts off with a mystery, and ends in twilight. He is by far no Bram Stoker in writing short stories; it is goofy, a little gross, plainly written, more satire than drama or whatever: to be honest, when he wrote the book “Just before Sunset,” he should have reviewed some of H.P. Lovecraft’s short stories, and Clark A. Smith’s, and Stokers: you can see he’s out of practice.

It is about a plane crash, and although Mr. King has a great imagination, he unendingly and unnecessarily plants dumb innuendos here and there throughout this ten-page story, although I think he’s having fun doing it. Anyhow, there is not much energy in this story, but a good story line. He cusses, and I can’t guess why, do people really cuss that much around him-do people really get a jolt out of that? It doesn’t do the story any good. His style is like a flat balloon although his dialogue is better than “Harvey’s Dream” and the narration is one step up.

I’m not going to tell you the end of the story, a writer needs to sell books, good or not. If you read it, you’ll have to read it twice to absorb it completely I do believe: or read it slow. Plus, he could have found a better name for the story. He’s lucky he has a following; he’d starve to death if he depended on this book. (8-12-2010)