STEPHEN
KING
Everything's
Eventual
1 4 D A R K T A L E S
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Contents
Introduction: Practicing the (Almost) Lost Art 11
Autopsy Room Four 19
The Man in the Black Suit 45
All That You Love Will Be Carried Away 71
The Death of Jack Hamilton 87
In the Deathroom 119
The Little Sisters of Eluria 145
Everything's Eventual 211
L.T.'s Theory of Pets 265
The Road Virus Heads North 287
Lunch at the Gotham Cafe 313
That Feeling, You Can Only Say What It Is in French 347
1408 365
Riding the Bullet 405
Luckey Quarter 447
Introduction: Practicing the (Almost) Lost Art
I've written more than once about the joy of writing and see no need to reheat that particular skillet of hash at this late date, but here's a confession: I also take an amateur's slightly crazed pleasure in the business side of what I do. I like to goof widdit, do a little media cross-pollination and envelope-pushing. I've tried doing visual novels (
I started to write 'keeping [the stories] new' in the line above, then deleted the phrase in the interest of honesty. I mean, come on here, ladies and gentlemen, whom can I possibly kid at this late date, except maybe myself? I sold my first story when I was twenty-one and a junior in college. I'm now fifty-four, and have run a lot of language through the 2.2-pound organic computer/word processor I hang my Red Sox cap on. The act of writing stories hasn't been new for me in a long time, but that doesn't mean it's lost its fascination. If I don't find ways of keeping it fresh and interesting, though, it'll get old and tired in a hurry. I don't want that to happen, because I don't want to cheat the people who read my stuff (that would be you, dear Constant Reader), and I don't want to cheat myself, either. We're in it together, after all. This is a date we're on. We should have fun. We should dance.
So, keeping that in mind, here's yet another story. My wife and I own these two radio stations, okay? WZON- AM, which is sports radio, and WKIT-FM, which is classic rock ('The Rock of Bangor,' we say). Radio is a tough business these days, especially in a market like Bangor, where there are too many stations and not enough