King is tolerable when the story involves realistic situations, like a wife killing her abusive husband. If there are aliens or cosmic horror, as in Dreamcatcher, there is no cohesion, the villain(s) just don't make any sense and have no comprehensible motivation. Those stories seem like a series of vignettes that are designed only to make you uncomfortable.
Then there are the fantasies. The Dark Tower makes no sense. King has a bag of tricks he uses over and over again. Once you see through the tricks, you lose interest in the show.
Under World. It rocks!They shouldn't have left their Beaver unprotected.
I've got new mythological machinery, and very handsome supernatural scenery. Goodfae: a mafia web serialThat was the one where a kid sneaks into a guy's house to pee on his toothbrush, right? I had no idea what to make of that at the time. In retrospect, the best I can figure is that King has some weird fetishes.
That's Feo . . . He's a disgusting, mysoginistic, paedophilic asshat who moonlights as a shitty writer—Something AwfulEh, Henry and Jonesy live, that's good enough for me. Besides, Owen's death was defiant and awesome and seeing karma catch up to Kurtz & co in the most hilariously ironic way possible was just way too satisfying.
I was indifferent about Duddits. He was more of an extension of the other character's than his own entity if you ask me.
edited 28th Apr '11 10:18:27 PM by KSPAM
I've got new mythological machinery, and very handsome supernatural scenery. Goodfae: a mafia web serial

What the hell did I just read?
The story's pretty straightforward for the first half of the novel. Enjoyable with good pacing, as expected of Stephen King, but nothing special. I was honestly expecting a standard Close Encounters of the Third Kind plot. Then I read the second half.
The aliens are apparently made of some telepathic space-fungus named after Sigourney Weaver. The fungus serves as an incubator for parasites kindly referred to as "shit weasels", which as the name suggests, eat the victim from the inside, causing horrible and painful farting and internal bleeding and then wiggle their way out the rectum, killing the victim on the crapper. One of the aliens explodes on one of the main characters for no reason, somehow taking over his body in the process. The alien asserts itself as Mr. Gray, who's got a charming British accent and who loves bacon and murder. Mr. Gray wants to dump a dog incubating a shit-weasel into a major pipeline and infect the world's water supply with the fungus. His plan is only thwarted through a combination of a mentally handicapped telepath and an intense craving for a BLT. Then it turns out the aliens and Mr. Gray weren't even real, they were just mental projections of the fungus picked up by humans since they can "see the line", which apparently relates to telepathy in some way. The whole second half is littered with internal monologue and self-contemplation and gratuitous amounts of symbolism related to dreamcatchers and telepathy.
Obviously Stephen King and Hideaki Anno have been sharing the same joint, 'cause I'm stuck in nowhere land.
edited 20th Apr '11 5:37:49 PM by KSPAM
I've got new mythological machinery, and very handsome supernatural scenery. Goodfae: a mafia web serial