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Dreamcatcher
by Stephen King
In 1999, Stephen King was hit by a car and suffered some pretty gnarly injuries including shattered leg bones, a broken hip, and a collapsed lung. For a long time, King couldn’t walk or sit for long periods of time without excruciating pain. And what’s simultaneously the best and worst part of severe pain? That’s right, drugs. And lots of them.
Makes sense, then, that Dreamcatcher (written and published during his recovery) reads like a creepy, complicated, and uber-strange morphine trip. Anus aliens (no, that’s not a typo), mind-controlling interstellar fungus, telepathy, psychological madness; only Stephen King could have a high this messed up.
Not only was Dreamcatcher’s content unsettlingly reminiscent of my high school pot-smoking, tripping-balls-in-the-basement days, King’s physical pain was also incorporated into the story which made it especially nightmarish. One of the main characters sustained a severe hip injury after being hit by a car and struggled with intense pain throughout the entirety of the book. King’s description of his agony was all too real.
As we are all aware, some of the most brilliant, creative writing (all art, really) is brought to us courtesy of good old dope. I don’t know that this book could necessarily be categorized as genius, and it’s not King’s most impressive work, but the story is most definitely a substance-induced kind of creative.
Makes sense, then, that Dreamcatcher (written and published during his recovery) reads like a creepy, complicated, and uber-strange morphine trip. Anus aliens (no, that’s not a typo), mind-controlling interstellar fungus, telepathy, psychological madness; only Stephen King could have a high this messed up.
Not only was Dreamcatcher’s content unsettlingly reminiscent of my high school pot-smoking, tripping-balls-in-the-basement days, King’s physical pain was also incorporated into the story which made it especially nightmarish. One of the main characters sustained a severe hip injury after being hit by a car and struggled with intense pain throughout the entirety of the book. King’s description of his agony was all too real.
As we are all aware, some of the most brilliant, creative writing (all art, really) is brought to us courtesy of good old dope. I don’t know that this book could necessarily be categorized as genius, and it’s not King’s most impressive work, but the story is most definitely a substance-induced kind of creative.