Nearly finished!
For me, the thing with King (and nearly every writer ahem...well, maybe nae J Archer
) is that at the centre of every one of his tales is a kernel of "truth", in that I'm pretty sure that the Ben character is basically SK, from the biographical material that I've read about him. So at the heart of this bloodbath is a story of unrequited love. Something I
certainly wouldn't have noticed the first time around. Less Lovecratfty (
his phrase
cough) than I remembered as well, as the basic tennent is there, but told in an anti-florid fashion. Yet again the adults are clueless, as the "magic" of childhood is replaced by the drudgery of capitalism's endless demands.
This doth not explain my looking over my shoulder whilst walking up my local "creepy" path though.
