26: The Dark Half, 1989, by Stephen King (1947–)
I’d put off reading Stephen King—
I mean, you can’t ready everything!
But 1990–I had gone
To California in the dawn
Of my obsessive London years
To study with some gifted peers.*
And King was very hot back then—
And so, I thought, Well, I have
been
Perhaps a little uppity.
And so I took this King with me.
Now, I’m not such a “horror guy”:
It’s not my genre—cannot lie.
But Stephen King, I learned, can write
And this compounded all my fright
As I read this grim horror tale,
My terror swelling into gale.
Well, I would read more Stephen King—
But couldn’t read, well, everything:
The dude just cranks them out so fast—
My jaw just drops—I am aghast.
I’ve not kept up, I will admit.
(Perhaps I’ve grown, well, tired of it?)
But, oh, that King’s a talent, Yo!
So read a few before you go.
*Six-week summer seminar on Jack
London’s works sponsored by the National Endowment for the Humanities; Sonoma
State Univ.; Rohnert Park, Calif., led by Prof. Earle Labor, the world’s
leading Jack London scholar. This seminar led directly to the books I published
about London.
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