Farewell to the King

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One day, someone will undertake a detailed analysis of the complete literary output of Stephen King.  That day lies far in the future, however, as King is still writing and publishing at age sixty-eight, and there is already a backlog of his work – novels, short stories, memoirs, reviews – awaiting thoughtful appraisal.  When such an assessment is made, it will probably echo the general opinion which many readers, myself included, express even today:  King’s best and most memorable work was created at the beginning of his career.

Is that harsh?  The same evaluation has been made of Woody Allen, the Rolling Stones, and many other artists, living and dead; time and perspective may yet qualify it.  But I am not alone in naming The Shining (1977) and Different Seasons (1982) as my favorite of King’s books, and others would cite The Dead Zone (1979) and The Stand (1978), or perhaps Misery (1987).  Still more might select It (1986), Salem’s Lot (1975), or the collection Night Shift (1978).  No matter 11/22/63 (2011), Duma Key (2008), The Girl Who Loved Tom Gordon (1999) or Bag of Bones (1998), et cetera, ad infinitum (as of 2016 he is credited with over 50 books), it is for those early titles the author will probably be remembered.

The more you read King, the more he seems to be recycling the same devices over and over:  the young family confronted by the supernatural (Pet Sematary, Firestarter); the happy couple torn apart by terror (“Sometimes They Come Back,” “Rainy Season”); the small community of disparate people caught in a crisis (The Tommyknockers, “The Langoliers”); the noble black victim (John Coffey in The Green Mile, Sarah Tidwell in Bag of Bones); the introspective writer battling demons external and internal (The Dark Half, “1408”); the vulnerable yet resourceful woman (Dolores Claiborne, Lisey’s Story); and especially the down-home secondary characters who speak in crudities and colloquialisms (all of the above).  King has never been as predictable as other bestselling novelists, but his styles and his techniques have become a genre unto themselves.  Long ago he notoriously admitted to producing “the literary equivalent of a Big Mac” in his books, and he has embraced this mass-produced quality more and more over the decades.

Some explanation for this is found in the sheer volume of King’s output.  Measured by word count, he is likely more prolific than the other all-time most popular writers, including Agatha Christie, Georges Simeon, Louis L’Amour, and even Charles Dickens – anyone who generates that much text is bound to repeat him- or herself occasionally.  The deeper reason may be the hell-bent-for-leather way King actually composes – “the way a miner might attack a cave-in,” he has said – which frequently leads him to include in his material quirky editorializing, stories-within-stories, inexplicable plot twists, and other digressions, as if he were merely exercising his imagination to see where it leads, rather than relating a preplanned sequence of beginning, middle, and end.  Many of King’s books are very long, and both critics and average fans have noted that some of them could benefit from major paring down by an editor uncowed by the author’s marketability.  Several, perhaps, shouldn’t have been published at all.  There are still some gems to be found in King’s post-1990 writing (I especially liked the meticulous revenge scenario of “Dolan’s Cadillac,” from 1993’s Nightmares and Dreamscapes), but they have been overwhelmed by his increasing turn to formula and verbosity.

Like his cinematic peer Steven Spielberg, born within a few months of him, King came of age in a media environment of pulp fiction, television series, comic books and B-movies, and again and again both the writer and the filmmaker have been drawn to these as fundamental inspirations:  folk archetypes for the electronic age.  King’s success with themes of ghosts, vampires, and monsters has been so influential that it can’t even be said that he brought horror to the middle of the road – instead he redirected the middle of the road to horror.  His genius has been to place the scary staples of the 1950s into a recognizable modern milieu of working stiffs, single moms, beer drinkers and TV viewers.  He created a literature for post-literate generations, and his accessible prose and regular-guy public persona encouraged thousands of ordinary, “un-writerly” people to take up his vocation, me included.  Stephen King’s is perhaps the most significant achievement in popular fiction of the last fifty years.  If his talents have been squandered for some time – and many in his audience would affirm it – I can only recall George Orwell’s verdict on H.G. Wells:  “But how much it is, after all, to have any talents to squander.”

7 thoughts on “Farewell to the King

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  2. I have come across a lot of Stephen King fans who swear up and down by him. I have felt after one thick book, that he was just a hack who due to that was able to expand on the one trick pony. I was compelled by friends in spite of my opinion to read at least three more fat books. Chatter. The films out of the books were more admirable to me. How ever I found that some of his short stories, (ones he kept short) were decent. So as you can see I can’t be as kind as you.

    • I think The Shining, Different Seasons, and some of the other pre-1990 novels have held up well; and there are some very good short stories peppered throughout his career. Overall, though, it seems that King’s narratives and prose styles have just become too familiar to be very compelling. I was certainly disappointed in Doctor Sleep. If you want to give King another try, I’d recommend that early stuff. Thanks for reading.

  3. While I can see his flaws King will forever be my favorite popular fiction writer. And, it sounds funny to say about someone who sells a million+ of each book but his later output is, IMO, seriously under-rated. While I have a soft-spot for the early work that I read when I was a kid and teen and think the ideas at play in “The Stand” “It” “Carrie” et.al., I’d say he’s vastly improved as a writer in his older age. “11/22/63” is his bet plotted book of all time and is a joy to re-read. “Full Dark No Stars” contains some of his best shorter (novella length) fiction of all time. “Revival” is his scariest work every, perhaps. I have no idea how he’ll be viewed in literary history as it will take some time and I won’t be around by then if we’re talking centuries hence but I would be totally unsurprised if he’s viewed much like Dickens is, as someone who wrote for the masses and was therefore underappreciated by the literati of his day but reappraised favorably by the same crowd in the future.

    • Thanks for reading and commenting. I’ll probably check out the titles you’ve mentioned, eventually; for all his uneven output, your comparison of SK with Dickens is a valid one and he’s got a wide range of material to appreciate. We won’t see his like again.

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