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Last week, I started Stephen King’s recent short story collection, Everything’s Eventual.
As I read the first story, Autopsy Room Four, I felt a connection to the story. It was not long ago when I was in a similar situation. Imagine waking up in a hospital bed with needles and surrounded by strangers. It was my worst nightmare come true. As I had written earlier, I was truly able to relish the story due to my experiences and that’s what made the story connect.
The second story, The Man in the Black Suit, brought to mind some of my nightmares(past and present). It was amazing how troublesome our memories are. How they can bring to mind your inner demons a long, long time when you thought you had exorcised them.
The first thought that came to my mind as I read the next story, All That You Love Will Be Carried Away, was Twitter. The protaganist collects restroom graffitti from his travels. As he plans to commit suicide, his thoughts are to what would happen to his collection of graffiti. Would they affect people’s perception of his suicide? All I could think was the last tweet that I had posted before picking up the book. what if I were to commit suicide; what would my last note say?
When you say Stephen King, not many identify him as the guy who wrote a short story called Rita Hayworth & The Shawshank Redemption, the story the movie Shawshank Redemption was based on. The Death of Jack Hamilton shows the softer side of Stephen King as someone who can spin a story of a person’s death into a wry heart-touching tale.
The rest is classic Stephen King stuff - sensitive at times, frightening at times, and oddly reassuring that everything's eventual in Life.
