Wednesday, November 05, 2008

Just When You Thought It Was Safe to Work Out
By JANET MASLIN writing in the New York Times, November 4, 2008

Most people think of the roadside rest area as a functional place to stop during a long drive. Not Stephen King. Mr. King sees potential nightmares in even the most mundane experiences. And his new collection of short stories mines the rest-stop idea to the max. Of the 13 stories in “Just After Sunset,” one entirely revolves around a bathroom break. One uses a rest area as a crucial turning point in its suspense plot. And one is the retch-worthy tale of a man locked inside a tipped-over, heavily used Portosan.

JUST AFTER SUNSET
Stories
By Stephen King
367 pages. Scribner. $28.
(NZ pub details below)

“I even grossed myself out,” Mr. King says of that last one in his notes about the book. Quite a feat. His gross-out threshold is a whole lot higher than yours.

In any case, he is a tireless storyteller. One tale in this collection was written during a few hours’ lag time in a hotel room in Australia, just because he had time to kill. Mr. King’s introduction explains that his new surge of short-story writing was prompted by the job of editing the 2006 volume in the Best American Short Stories series . He wondered whether he still had the knack of miniaturization and decided to find out. And simple, everyday situations became his open portals to fantasy and horror.

Even a stationary exercise bicycle yields a richly scarifying tale.
There are specific fears that haunt this succinct, fast-moving collection. Two stories find Mr. King trying to convey the terrors of 9/11, one in a stark visual evocation (a sight that is “in very poor taste,” according to a Connecticut matron who witnesses it), and the other in a ghostly exploration of the event’s aftermath. Two others expand on the possibilities of obsessive-compulsive disorder by summoning it viscerally. You’ll know this book is having the desired effect when you can’t write down the numbers that the number-obsessed main character in “N.” deems terribly unlucky.
“For all I knew, that flattened snakehead with the pink eyes and what looked like great long quills growing out of its snout was only a baby,” writes Mr. King at his wicked best. The prospect of a sentence like that is what keeps his fans die-hard, even when a book is more of a quota-filler than a consistently top-flight collection.
Read Janet Maslin's full piece online.
New Zealand details for this title:

Just After Sunset NZ $38.99, Hodder & Stoughton - Available in NZ Nov 13.

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