I’m almost finished with it. Jack is such a selfish, arrogant bastard! I love King’s writing of him. He goes so deeply and clearly into the mind of a broken, self-indulgent, pitiful abuser. He’s just so perfectly written. I know that there are supernatural forces at work on him, but they’re not using anything that wasn’t already there, waiting for any source of extreme stress to erupt from him in terrible or petty bursts of violence.
I just find myself gritting my teeth and building hatred for him, steadily, as the story unfolds and his awful, childish, completely self-absorbed rage is painstakingly uncovered layer by layer with a narrative archeologist’s brush. I do, of course, have some pity for him. He’s the broken remnants of a man who was spiritually murdered by his father and just doesn’t know it yet and goes on and on bringing his father to anyone that loves or helps him.
Point of this post is that I hate him! That’s all! He’s just making me so angry, page after page. I want to grab him and shake him and give him his fucking medicine! Every drop! That’s what he needs! That’ll teach him to shut the hell up!
by Born2fayl