Every so often, I need to lose myself in a good story. The longer, the better. Movies are good, full series are even better, but nothing quite beats a huge brick of a novel.
So I was stoked as all get-out when I finally found a copy of Needful Things.
Whenever your name comes up, there’s the invariable ‘omg he sux now’ comment, and I have always defended you. I have attempted to point out that although your earlier work might have been more satisfying to true blue horror buffs, your post-accident work has been much deeper and ultimately more satisfying on a more general level. There is still horror, but it is of a subtler sort.
And hey, there’s still monsters. Just look at Lisey’s Story.
Oh, and I always make sure to say how much I love your short stories. I do. I love them. Everything’s Eventual was a bit on the sketchy side, but there was still enough to love.
Then you go and give us Just After Sunset.
Well, what started off with me the possible demise of Batman as we know him has turned into a big thing about the nature of plot in general and endings in particular. I’m going to be discussing a number of endings, so it’s pretty safe to say that there will be spoilers in this post. If you don’t want to know what happens to Batman (both now and in Miller’s The Dark Knight Returns) or Captain America, or the endings of of The Dark Tower, The Great Gatsby, Gaiman’s The Sandman, The Shining, The Sun Also Rises or Great Expectations, don’t read on.