Hi! My name is Elaine, I am 58 and live in Montreal. Currently reading The Stand. I'm posting this because I am compelled to try to tell Stephen King how his writing makes me feel. So this is not really for other members, although perhaps some may relate. It's really for Stephen King.
It's been a bad winter here in Quebec. Very cold. Lots of bad strains of flu that came around twice. The second time as you were almost recovered from the first. I escaped to Costa Rica for a week in early February. Had a bad cold with a ripping caugh that wouldn't let go. But I was kind of comfy being sick in this tropical weather with my friends. But the caugh was tiring. I started to think about The Green Line. I started to imagine that I was caughing out badness like John Cofe did when he expelled these insect-like specks of... well.. ****. I started visualizing I was caughing out all the bad stuff in my hearth, in my mind, in my body and breathing in light. Then I started replaying the movie in my head. Man, what a great movie! Different scenes popped into my head and when I came home, I rented it again. And I watched the extras. Now that I have a niece studying cinema, I always do when I love a movie. And there I found out the movie was from a book written by Stephen King. I hadn't realized that. And there was a lot of reference to The Stand in those extras. So I went out and bought the book. Not my first Stephen King book but I haven't read that many because horror is not my thing. The Stand is not about horror. It's about humanity.
I just finished 2 riveting scenes. About relationships with your parents. The one between Larry Underwook and his mother. When he goes up to her place of work to apologize for disappearing the last couple of days and she tells him he's a taker but she still wants him to stay. The raw love of that scene, the straightforwardness of that good woman with no illusions, the soft place inside Larry where change could eventually sprout, well, it really moved me. A few pages later, there is the scene when Fran's father finally stands up to his wife in the Parlor. And that brought me to tears.
So I just wanted to recognize Sthephen King's mastery of human emotions and relationships. I wanted to thank him for painting these pictures so accurately, for letting the line of a good heart and a strong character shine through scenes that you can so relate to. It gives me faith in human nature and in myself to read stuff like that. I am in a state of wonder because I kind of equated Stephen King with horror and now, I want to bow to him for laying out so clearly the best in human nature.
That's what I wanted to stay. Mr. King, I just love when you do this to me and I feel very grateful.
A fellow human.
It's been a bad winter here in Quebec. Very cold. Lots of bad strains of flu that came around twice. The second time as you were almost recovered from the first. I escaped to Costa Rica for a week in early February. Had a bad cold with a ripping caugh that wouldn't let go. But I was kind of comfy being sick in this tropical weather with my friends. But the caugh was tiring. I started to think about The Green Line. I started to imagine that I was caughing out badness like John Cofe did when he expelled these insect-like specks of... well.. ****. I started visualizing I was caughing out all the bad stuff in my hearth, in my mind, in my body and breathing in light. Then I started replaying the movie in my head. Man, what a great movie! Different scenes popped into my head and when I came home, I rented it again. And I watched the extras. Now that I have a niece studying cinema, I always do when I love a movie. And there I found out the movie was from a book written by Stephen King. I hadn't realized that. And there was a lot of reference to The Stand in those extras. So I went out and bought the book. Not my first Stephen King book but I haven't read that many because horror is not my thing. The Stand is not about horror. It's about humanity.
I just finished 2 riveting scenes. About relationships with your parents. The one between Larry Underwook and his mother. When he goes up to her place of work to apologize for disappearing the last couple of days and she tells him he's a taker but she still wants him to stay. The raw love of that scene, the straightforwardness of that good woman with no illusions, the soft place inside Larry where change could eventually sprout, well, it really moved me. A few pages later, there is the scene when Fran's father finally stands up to his wife in the Parlor. And that brought me to tears.
So I just wanted to recognize Sthephen King's mastery of human emotions and relationships. I wanted to thank him for painting these pictures so accurately, for letting the line of a good heart and a strong character shine through scenes that you can so relate to. It gives me faith in human nature and in myself to read stuff like that. I am in a state of wonder because I kind of equated Stephen King with horror and now, I want to bow to him for laying out so clearly the best in human nature.
That's what I wanted to stay. Mr. King, I just love when you do this to me and I feel very grateful.
A fellow human.
