I once went to a basketball game with Stephen King. Actually, I was at the same game that he was. He had a box seat for a college game, and I was in the lower tier just clockwise from him.
I’ve driven by his house in Bangor, too. Pretty nice one, with cast-iron spiders webs in the windows.
The 11:00 news had only a little more information. Smith hadn’t been seen for several days, and his friends were getting worried. So he may have been dead for a while before they found him last night.
Everything I ever heard about Mr. Smith translated into “irresponsible lowlife scumbag”, and every time an irresponsible lowlife scumbag dies, it’s good news.
Innocent? Hah! I had a friend who was found dead after falling down some stairs. He was a drinking man and had this big dog that was always underfoot. I put two and two together and decided that his death was not by “misadventure,” as the coroner ruled, but cold-blooded murder by his dog!
TVeblen – are you saying that Jack Torrance is a biographical characterization, or a reflection, of King? I know King also taught briefly (during Carrie) but are you familiar with any interview or such where King stated that he inked his own experiences into Torrance?
– Baglady, who owns an original hard cover print of the Gunslinger.
TVeblen – that was beautiful. There’s nothing more sad than a wasted life. Although idealists might say no life is wasted, because there’s something to be learned from it.
And baglady, King talks about his identification with Jack Torrance in his new book, “On Writing”. He talks about his drug and alcohol problems, and says he doesn’t even remember writing “Cujo.”
Excerpts from the book have been available on-line, mostly at his publisher’s site, http://www.simonsays.com, I think it is.
(hijack) This sort of infamy can be very unpleasant to live with. In 1960, in Bristol, England, Eddie Cochran was killed and Gene Vincent hurt when their driver lost control of the speeding car and smashed into a lamppost. According to a 1983 biography of Vincent, Cochran fans in Bristol still regularly went looking–over 20 years later–for the driver “who killed Eddie”, to beat him up. If they found him, he’d get clobbered.
Sounds like an urban legend…but that would be nasty to live with, if true. (hijack ends)
That was the bodyguard for Dodi Fayed, Trevor Rees-Jones that survived the crash, though with not much memory left.
I couldn’t help but also think of Margaret Mitchell’s death, being run over by the off duty taxi cab driver, who had also had many speeding tickets here in Atlanta. His daughter mentioned at his death, that he was forever ‘hounded’ by Margaret Mitchell fans for ‘murdering’ her.
I’d hate going through life as the “Guy (or Girl) who Hit SK.” Or anyone, really, for that matter…but SK’s one of my fave writers. I’d die if I ran him over, I truly would. God
And about how SK’s experiences may have carried over into the Shining, i was watching a program about him on TLC and he said that he left the room and one of his kids sort of destroyed something he was working on writing-- and he mentioned how felt like killing the kid at that moment…and that’s where the basis of the Shining came from. Plus in general, I guess a part of every writer is put in a character that tey care about…it makes the book seem more real, I don’t know…but that’s what I think.
According to the forward of a Stephen King book, (I can’t remember who said it, in which book)every character in a novel who matters is you, in some way. It’s why writing can be scary.