Bullet Reviews: Full Dark, No Stars

Just posted a review of Stephen King’s Full Dark, No Stars, published in 2010 by Scribner. It’s over at Bullet Reviews, so have a read.

Forewarning: It’s extreme fanboyism.

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Taking Responsibility

It’s time to come clean about something. As you might suppose, I’m really, really hesitant to do this, since I’m not proud of the things I’ve done, and I wouldn’t expect anyone to sympathize, or empathize, with my actions. I apologize to all of my friends and family for the actions which I have committed, and their repercussions, which have changed the fabric of my life, and the lives of many others, for years to come. Until I saw the consequences of my actions come to fruition, and the lives of many drastically altered by them, I did not believe that anything one person could do would have an effect on the world, but, well, there you go.

I am responsible for the recent uprisings in the Arab world, as well as every incident that led up to them.

I’m sorry.

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The Horrors of Writing

Introduction

You're a writer? The horror. The horror.

Don’t get me wrong, writing’s a blast. It’s one of the things that keeps me from becoming a total madman, drooling over myself in a corner somewhere, murmuring about paranoid delusions more than I already do. In that respect, it’s an incredibly important part of my life.

It’s also a way for me to entertain myself. I’m pretty sure that I’m entertaining other people with my writing,  but it would be awfully presumptuous of me to assume that everything I write results in anything more than a quick breath through the nose and maybe a nod of the head.

All of this has been brewing in my head since, oh, January of last year, when I was recuperating from Scarlett Thomas’s weekly realist lecture. (She called it tutoring in the Creative Writing M.A., but it was really just gushing about how we should all be like Tolstoy.) I started thinking, “Why did I decide to go for an M.A. in Creative Writing?” I could have done anything that wasn’t in the sciences. Fuck, anthropology’s cool. I could’ve gone into anthropology.

Anyway, I finished the degree, and the really good part about it was that I managed to get a rolling start on Cloyd, which is now finished and is in the drafting-cover-letters portion of its nascency. But the doubts keep coming, which I guess is a good thing. Overconfidence is a weakness, as Luke Skywalker said before being electrocuted by Emperor Palpatine.
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