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It's easy enough --
perhaps too easy -- to memorialize the dead.
This book is for six great writers who are
still alive.
ROBERT BLOCH
JORGE LUIS BORGES
RAY BRADBURY
FRANK BELKNAP LONG
DONALD WANDREI
MANLY WADE WELLMAN
Enter, Stranger, at your Riske: Here there
be Tygers. |
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In the fall of 1978
(between The Stand and The Dead Zone),
Stephen King taught a course at the
University of Maine on "Themes in
Supernatural Literature." As he writes in
the foreword to this book, he was nervous at
the prospect of "spending a lot of time in
front of a lot of people talking about a
subject in which I had previously only felt
my way instinctively, like a blind man." The
course apparently went well, and as with
most teaching experiences, it was as
instructive, if not more so, to the teacher
as it was to the students. Thanks to a
suggestion from his former editor at
Doubleday, King decided to write Danse
Macabre as a personal record of the thoughts
about horror that he developed and refined
as a result of that course.
The outcome is an
utterly charming book that reads as if King
were sitting right there with you, shooting
the breeze. He starts on October 4, 1957,
when he was ten years old, watching a
Saturday matinee of Earth vs. the Flying
Saucers. Just as the saucers were mounting
their attack on "Our Nation's Capital," the
movie was suddenly turned off. The manager
of the theater walked out onto the stage and
announced, "The Russians have put a space
satellite into orbit around the earth. They
call it ... Spootnik."
That's how the whole
book goes: one simple, yet surprisingly
pertinent, anecdote or observation after
another. King covers the gamut of horror as
he'd experienced it at that point in 1978 (a
period of about thirty years): folk tales,
literature, radio, good movies, junk movies,
and the "glass teat". It's colorful, funny,
and nostalgic--and also strikingly
intelligent. |