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* The menfolk took off Thursday for lands high and yonder and I went to my parents. I returned Saturday evening and they got back yesterday afternoon. All is good. Back to the grindstone today.

* I finished King's Duma Key and was disappointed in the ending. I thought it really fell apart, become comicbookish, outlandish, and for some strange reason, shockingly racist. But the first 2/3rds remain magnificent. Here's some of the quotes I highlighted -

~ God always punishes us for what we can't imagine.
~ Pain is the biggest power of love.
~ You should never trust a person who prays in public.
~ as if she had whistled for a dog and gotten a wolf.
~ Art is the concrete artifact of faith and expectation, the reazliation of a world that would otherwise be little more than a veil of pointless consciousness stretched over a gulf of mystery.
~ Be brave. Dont' be afraid to draw the secret things. No one said art was always a zephyr; sometimes it's a hurricane. Even then you must not hesitate or change course. Because if you tell yourself the great lie of bad art-that you are in charge-your chance at the truth will be lost. The truth isn't always pretty.

* Also saw Norman Reedus in Sky and that was pretty great. Streaming on netflix right now. A small film. I loved it.

* The Olympics are over and what I got to see when I was at my folks' was fantabulous. I'm sorry for Lochte, I'm thrilled for Jorgensen, and amused that NBC is so old-fashioned but still...OLYMPICS!

* Woke from a dream of the boy I used to love and live with. In another (seemingly) lifetime. He's always still that boy in my dreams and I dream of him more than one would believe I could or should. In this dream I was trying to return a human skull to him....he didn't want it. There were more strange Jungian symbols in the dream - teeth, tattoos, mussed beds, and rain...but it was a dream, so....yeah.


Aug. 23rd, 2016 12:49 am (UTC)
I totally agree, M. I wish he either spent more time on his horror - really dialing it in, or dropped it like a bad habit and focused on The Great American Novel. Sigh. Elizabeth and Edgar and Wireman and Jack - all superbly drawn! And the healing!! What a concept. I would have bought the novel as "magical realism" with Jack and Ily hooking up and Wireman and Edgar enjoying the Key for the remainder of their bromancey lives.

I am not an apologist for age-old racism or classism or sexism...but I thought that one line was so unnecessary in this story. I didn't buy it either, not since she was such a vital part of his children's lives...

Hahahahaha - that's the way I read King, too! Slowly, luxuriously and then skipping and skimming.

This dream has been a strange specter all day. Part of me is trying to tease out the riddle of it...the other part is just kinda sad. But yes, dreams offer such a strange immortality or ghost existence.

Aug. 23rd, 2016 02:19 am (UTC)
After my mom died I dreamed of her regularly, but she was always "wrong". BtVS Joyce wrong, though not as freaky. Just something off. I just accepted it. It bothered me, but I wanted those dreams, needed them. Then in one dream her eyes were wrong and I couldn't stand it, so I said something about it in the dream and she was herself. Weird. Don't know why I'm writing this. I wish I dreamed about her more.

I think I know what line you're referring to. The thing John shouted from the beach when he thought Nan was trying to drown the twins...horrible...but not out of character. At least not out of character for a man out of his mind with grief--for that time. If that's the line you were referring to. I think in John's mind Nan was a servant, first, last, and always, and no matter how much little Elizabeth loved her, that was all she would ever be to him. He might appreciate her from time to time, might even feel grateful to her from time to time, but her position, and sadly her ethnicity, would make it impossible to see her as anything more. This took place in the...twenties?..THE HELP was placed forty years later, and that mentality still prevailed.

Of course for me this is all theoretical. It isn't part of my cultural history, so I am sure I don't understand the enormity and horror of it in the same way.

All that said, I am not a King apologist. :-) I have come very close to hurling a few of his books against the wall. And as much as I loved the first three Gunslinger books, I have never been able to get all the way through the fourth in the seven book series, which means I've not read the last three either.

I have loved reading your thoughts about Duma. I hope it won't put you off trying 22/11/63. It really isn't horror at all. Dolores Claiborne wasn't horror either, but it was hard to take.

Thanks so much for reading Duma. Hugs

I know your not an apologist, hon. I totally get that.
Aug. 23rd, 2016 02:21 pm (UTC)
It's so complicated a thing when we dream of those who have passed over. Joy, sadness, hours of being haunted. Interesting how your dreams weren't "right".

Wow, M, great memory! Yes, THAT line. *shudder* No question that it could be plausible in some ways, my complaint is that it wasn't in this book.

What is it with King and this going-off-the-rails thing he does over and over as a story wraps up???? He needed to train that out of himself. I've got the time travel on my to-read list! Duma was a good rec!



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