I finished 'Under The Dome' by Stephen King in two days. I had to stop to eat. It clocked in at 1,074 pages of unadulterated, pure word magic. It may be one of the largest epics that he has written in his career but every word was worthwhile because by that final page, the characters were more than just fiction...they were friends. I'm not ashamed to say I cried. While I am still drifting in the euphoria of the man's brilliance, I would like to pose this theory.
I'm not sure Stephen King actually writes horror. I think he writes about human nature, and that can be truly horrifying at times. Stephen King shows us the dark side of ourselves. By the end, we even feel pity for the villains. After all, they’re only human. He is a master at character development, creating people so real they could be your next door neighbors, the boy you had a crush on in sophomore English, or your slightly deranged co-worker that you suspect will blow up one day.
I think he studies human behavior, and I believe he loves not only the good in us...but the bad as well. Aren't the bad more fascinating?
Stephen King also has one of the most clearly defined voices of any author I have ever read. While reading other novels, a part of me always holds back, critiquing the style of the writer. When I read King, I forget I am reading...and I live in the story.
Today I have one wish, and its not fame or fortune. I wish some of his magic would rub off just a little so that someday I might be able to carry someone away...to another time...a distant world...with only the power of my words.