Just finished the first reread in quite some time of Stephen King’s The Tommyknockers. It was the last book he wrote before he got sober. His wife told him after he got clean that she had an hour window in the afternoon to talk to him so it went through, in the mornings he was too hungover to function, in the late afternoon he was already well on his way to get hammered. He wrote most of this book with paper tissues stuck in his nose to stop the coke induced bleeding. The hero of the book just happens to be a full blown drunk who suffers from nosebleeds.
It’s batshit crazy, and one of his most reviled books, but I really enjoyed it. It’s way too long, and unfocused, but the far out there stuff makes it up for me.
