Yesterday I did take it easy. I even watched a movie yesterday afternoon on Hulu.
It was called “No Exit.” I’d actually read the book a few years ago. I remembered enjoying the book, so I decided to watch the movie.
As usual, however, the book was better than the movie.
See, I love scary movies. Just as I love to read scary books.
Lately, at night I’ve been watching a series on Hulu called “Castle Rock” which is a fictional town in Maine created by Stephen King.
In the first episodes, the story revolves around Castle Rock’s Shawshank Prison.
The Shawshank Redemption:
The movie “The Shawshank Redemption” was based on a novella by Stephen King, the prolific book author who cranks out scary stories one after another with no signs of stopping.
And why would he? He’s been hugely successful in using his vivid imagination to develop stories that are of course hard to imagine. And what is most riveting about his storytelling is the idea that they could be more than imagined.
Lots of terrible things in the fictional town of Castle Rock. People die, strange things happen routinely, and time is turned upside down.
After watching the series for about a week, I ordered more Stephen King books that I had not yet read in the past.
I love my Kindle. But sometimes, especially with Stephen King books which tend to be lengthy, I want to hold the book in my hands.
And I like to shuffle back through the pages to examine something that happened that I want to recall again. Or scare me again.
I know many, probably most of you, don’t like to read books in this genre. Probably most people don’t enjoy being scared. Me, I gravitate toward it. As long as it’s fictional.
I guess there’s not much that can shock me after the articles based on real events that I wrote back in the eighties. And there were some that were true stories about people doing hideous things to other people.
Piecing Together Events:
I can’t explain why I was drawn to those events.
Before the internet, I had this fascination with piecing events together to form a story that is as easily readable as a book. When you write things that happened in the exact sequence, with the exact details, it seems easier to recall.
I had a thing about finding out what someone wore on a particular day, which is doable as long as someone who lived with them and were there is still alive. Or learning just how they wore their hair. And what the weather was like that day.
Now it’s easy with Google. But the challenge I always posed for myself was how many details I could ferret out of something that happened years before.
It was like a puzzle. Digging, digging, digging through mounds of information for just one sequence of events or one item of clothing or shade of fingernail polish.
And that was how I wrote. Detail after detail in order to make it realistic.
Anyway, back to Castle Rock, the fictional town in Maine where strange and horrific things happen at a rapid pace.
The first appearance of this town in King’s stories was in his book “The Dead Zone” back in 1979.
Novels Set In Castle Rock:
Other novels set in Castle Rock were “Bag Of Bones”, which I read a few months back. There is also Cujo, Needful Things, The Dark Half, Lisey’s Story, and Elevation.
Castle Rock has since been referenced to or used as the primary setting in many other works by King. As a native of Durham, Maine, King was inspired by his hometown when creating Castle Rock.
My two daughters do not share my love of scary stories, things that go bump in the night, or subject matter that tends to spook you.
By the way, do you ever wonder where the phrase “things that go bump in the night” originated from? I mean, the words do not sum up the idea really. What is a “bump in the night?”
Early 20th-century writers were already using this phrase with familiarity.
They haunt the places of the dark, where there are were-wolves and goblins and “things that go bump in the night.”
— W. M. Letts, The Living Age, July – September 1914
A specific sense of thing in reference to a supernatural or monstrous being was invoked in the early 19th century.
And Round & Round We Go:
Okay, as often happens, I begin a post and end up taking it hither and yon for no reason at all but for the workings of my colorful imagination.
Now you can almost see what I was like as a child, keeping myself occupied and content with only me and my imagination.
Well, I’ve rambled on long enough. I have a physical therapy appointment soon and after that a visit to the chiropractor. So I’d better start getting ready to head out.
Yes, this post was what I call “a ramble.”