Books

The Shining

For my cheerful, light-hearted, postpartum reading, I decided on The Shining by Stephen King.

As my husband and I like to joke with each other, compared to the existential horrors we now call reality, nothing is scary anymore. LOL

In fact, the weird part is how open and honest the characters are about their dysfunctions, and no one calls social services on them or prescribes anti-psychotics. WTF?

This is the second Stephen King novel I’ve ever read (the other being Misery, which is also set in snowy Colorado), and I have to say that he knows how to suck the reader in; I don’t have to force myself to pick up the book. On top of that, he uses enough run-on sentences, interrupted paragraphs, and other random grammatical weirdness that I don’t find myself spacing out and skimming over the words without really understanding them.

The dialogue is corny at times, but since the book was written in the 1970’s, I think it’s more a reflection on that particular decade than anything else. It also annoys me that none of the characters seem to have any sense of self-preservation. It’s hard to feel bad for them when they were very much asking for it.

I know enough about violence that the climax is too unrealistic to be remotely scary.

Because of those existential horrors we now call reality.

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