A lot of people have probably been thrown off like I was by
the title, thinking it must have something to do with the witch trials of
Salem, Massachusetts. No, the fictitious
town in which this story takes place is actually named “Jerusalem’s Lot” and
the name got shortened by the locals.
There was originally a pig farm there with a particularly mean hog named
Jerusalem, and people were warned to “stay away from his lot.” If this sounds too strange to be fiction (following
the adage that truth is stranger than fiction) well, it is Stephen King, who is
widely known to be a master at making the unbelievable seem plausible!
Is Stephen King my favorite author? Almost.
I do believe that he will be one of the handful of authors remembered
from this era two hundred years from now.
Is he the favorite author of more readers than any other author? Quite possibly. Does he sometimes over-write, resulting in
books that are much, much longer than they need to be, or reasonably should
have been? In my opinion, yes, sometimes
he does. (I think I’m in the minority on
that.) The book It is the example
that comes immediately to mind; I struggled to finish It and couldn’t
wait for It to be over. ‘Salem’s
Lot is long; the paperback I’m reading weighs in at 653 pages. But so far, the reading is a breeze and I
finished the first four chapters (170 pages) without feeling like the author
wasted any words. King is known for “lots of back-story” even skipping around
in time to fill in a character’s history.
This book has more “side-story,” giving us a somewhat panoramic view of
life in this small town as seen through the eyes of a variety of its
inhabitants. As long as King keeps it
interesting – at which he is usually adept – we don’t lose patience. With most longwinded authors, I begin to sigh
and squirm, eager to get on with the main story.
In describing the physical town, King gives us a nice mental
map, foregoing the need for an actual map at the front of the book. “The Lot” is essentially divided into
convenient quadrants divided by the two main streets “like the crosshairs in a
rifle scope.” Each quadrant is unique,
with the Marsten House sitting up on a ridge to the northwest, visible from
almost every part of the town. This
house is the centerpiece of the story, with its horrible past, described in
King’s trademark gruesomeness.
But there is one passage in particular that
struck me as being more Koontz-like in style: ‘The town has a sense, not of
history, but of time, and the telephone poles seem to know this. If you lay your hand against one, you can
feel the vibration from the wires deep in the wood, as if souls had been
imprisoned in there and were struggling to get out.’ This even harks back to Ray Bradbury, whose
prose was even more colorful and poetic.
All three authors are master wordsmiths, perhaps even further predated
by Thomas Hardy, of whom it was said, ‘. . . at any given point in the
narrative, some brilliant passage of description or metaphor may burst out like
a firework.’ To someone like me, whose first
love is music, this is an important feature of any great writer; and Stephen
King is absolutely brilliant at it!
Next Week: Chapters 5-9
Week 3: Chapters 10-13
Week 4: Chapters 14-Epilogue
Week 3: Chapters 10-13
Week 4: Chapters 14-Epilogue
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