When i published my first book, Hurricane Katrina broke loose...the release of my second book saw the collapse of capitalism as we know it...which is why i never promoted it much---niggas on Xanga are notoriously poor
And now that i'm trying to get it up on Amazon...gotta digress to a Vistafuck story.
Vista won't let me upload my book to Amazon, so someone gave me a SanDisk Cruzer Micro flash drive and i'm supposed to go over their house later and upload on their XP Pro...but Vista won't allow me to do that either...and for me to do so i have to read some techno War & Peace treatise
Now i forget the technical name for that literary quote authors put at the beginning of the book, but here's mine---
New York City is the most fatally fascinating thing in America. She sits like a great witch at the gate of the country, showing her alluring white face, and hiding her crooked hands and feet under the folds of her wide garments,--constantly enticing thousands from far within, and tempting those who come from across the seas to go no farther. And all these become the victims of her caprice. Some she at once crushes beneath her cruel feet; others she condemns to a fate like that of galley slaves; a few she favors and fondles, riding them high on the bubbles of fortune; then with a sudden breath she blows the bubbles out and laughs mockingly as she watches them fall.
As y'all can see, i'm reading a Stephen King book that i misunderstood what it was about...thought SK was gonna go in depth about the scripts he wrote---it's just another regurgitation of his short stories.
In the first story, 1408, he bluntly states that 1408 ads up to 13, and Room 1408 is on the thirteenth floor...i hate shit like that...it makes the assumption that the audience is stupid---but i guess they are---which is why he is so successful.
In the following story, The Mangler, i guess he gives the audience some credit for intelligence since he mentions Frazier's Golden Bough in passing as well as let Sherry Ouelette fly under the radar
It could be read sheer roulette---roulette being the ultimate game of chance---Sherry by chance being the virgin who pricks her finger and wakes up the vampiric demon possessing the machine...and it's amazing that King can drop a line like the Christian diety we call Satan and not have Westboro Baptist bookburning his oeuvre
In the following story, Low Men In Yellow Coats:
He reached into his front pocket and drew ouot the new orange library card. His mood began to brighten again...He could go down to the library and break in his card--his new adult card. Miss Busybody would be on the desk, only her real name was Miss Harrington and Bobby thought she was beautiful. She wore perfume. He could always smell it on her skin and in her hair, faint and sweet, like a good memory.
is King at his best...simple and descriptive---and no matter how hard i try to write like that---a mispent youth of Hendrix and Hardy always prevents me from doing so...and i don't mean Smash Hits Hendrix either Bobby had nothing in particular against hard books, as long as they were a part of one's schoolwork. His view about reading for pleasure, however, was that such stories should be easy to read--that the writer should do everything except move your eyes back and forth for you. If not, how much pleasure could there be in it?
He started to turn the book over. Ted gently put his hand on Bobby's, stopping him. "Don't," he said. "As a personal favor to me."
Bobby looked at him, not understanding.
"Come to the book as you would come to an unexplored land. Come without a map. Explore it and draw your own map."
Now do ya get why i didn't know it was a book about how SK wrote screenplays
