As I nibbled away at Just After Sunset, I kept thinking about a comment that Stephen King made during an interview on the radio program Fresh Air. He said, with his trademark candor, that he was very well aware that his creative hot streak was over, and that it would not be heating up again, ever. The reason that I kept thinking about that comment was due to the fact so many of the stories collected in this book are tired rehashes of material King has done before, and far better.
The best two examples of just how cold that creative hot steak has become, came early in the anthology. The Gingerbread Girl covers the exact same ground as Misery and the almost identical Lunch at the Gotham Cafe, while Rest Stop is just a bland and suspense free recycling of themes King explored to far greater effect in The Dark Half
. Other examples are the slight to the point of pointlessness Harvey's Dream and Graduation Afternoon. Dream, with a little effort, could have been shaped into something more than the wasted opportunity that it is; but Graduation Afternoon, from start to finish, is the kind of tired narrative cliche one would expect from a High School student, not a seasoned professional of King's caliber.
Willa and Ayana are middle of the road disappointments. The former is a ghost story that is far too heavy handed to achieve the emotional resonance it clearly is striving for, while the latter is a "miracle worker" fantasy that is far too light handed to satisfy. The other middle of the road story is The Cat from Hell, a "Golden Oldie" from King's hot streak era that will be familiar to any that have seen Tales from the Darkside: The Movie. It is an entertaining tale, both not a particularly memorable one.
The book perked up when I finally reached the suspenseful fantasy thriller, Stationary Bike, an enthusiastic "Fuck You" to all those pieces of exercise equipment (and exercise junkies) that are clogging up those ubiquitous Fitness Centers out there. The Things They Left Behind packs the emotional punch that is missing from the above mentioned stories and is a great meditation on survivor's guilt and the need for "closure." The New York Times at Special Bargain Rates is a fine little story that sits somewhere between Willa and The Things They Left Behind.
But the crown jewel of the book is N., which is, flat out, the collection's best offering. A spooky slow burn of a nightmare that is a gorgeous narrative homage to Arthur Machen's The Great God Pan and the celebrated mythology created by H.P. Lovecraft.
Which leaves A Very Tight Place, the book's final yarn. The less said about this nauseating story of a man forced to work is way out of the business end of one of those Port-O-Sans, the better. It's disgusting, nasty, gross, and very well written. Stephen King is every bit as sick in the head as he is talented, which is why I always look forward to reading him. Make of that comment what you will.
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