Stephen King Books
Bag of Bones (1998)
Stephen King Books
Bag of Bones (1998)
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A forty year old novelist finds his lakeside cabin to be a beacon for nightmares and ghouls.
Commentary Four years ago, best-selling author Mike Noonan’s wife Jo died. Now forty, Mike is still grieving his loss. He has not written a new book since his spouse passed away. Instead, he has handed in old, unpublished manuscripts. However, his stock has run out and Mike knows he must overcome his writer’s block if he is to continue as an author. Determined to finally write a new novel, Mike travels to his country home in Maine where things have radically changed since he last was there. Millionaire Max Devore runs everything in the small town as he makes an all out effort to obtain custody of his three year old granddaughter. Ever since his own son died (father of the little girl), Max has not cared what happens to his daughter-in-law as long as he has the child. Mike finds himself playing Quixote as he takes up the cause of the widow, who he begins to love. However, even as Mike begins to write anew, he has to deal with more than just Max. He struggles with malevolent spirits who want to enact vengeance over a violent act from the previous century. The King is back. Anyone who feels that Stephen King has lost his mantle as the royalty of horror needs to read BAG OF BONES to realize that the beloved author is back in grand style. This is a great ghost story because of the poignant humans, all struggling with grief of a sort. The insight into the writer’s process seems more autobiographic (don’t know for sure) because the subplot seems to have Mr. King’s deepest emotions imbued throughout the passages. The horror segments are classic King, but it is his mortal characters that make this his best novel in years. -- Harriet Klausner, Book Browser Quotes from the Book "Murder is the worst kind of pornography." "Compared to the dullest human being actually walking about on the face of the earth and casting his shadow there, the most brilliantly drawn character in a novel is but a bag of bones." "Things conceived by minds and made by hands can never be quite the same, even when they try their best to be identical, because we're never the same from day to day or even moment to moment."
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