On King’s The Institute and a poem
A quote from King’s recent novel and a few random comments:
On page 277, “A couple of times he heard men talking, once quite close, but there was too much noise to make out what they were saying. Luke listened and chewed at fingernails that were already chewed down to the quick. What if they were talking about him?”
I think one of the things King is really good at as a writer is conveying the sense of paranoia. And this novel seems to do it well. Sometimes paranoia is justified. Everyone has enemies.
King is also a funny name for probably the most-successful fictional writer in the U.S. In a way, he is really royalty.
“Paid” by yours truly
“Yes, I paid for it. Not proud of it.”
“Did you like it? Do you really give a s–t? Will you stay for it?”
“Okay, enough of it, Good-bye.”
“Bye.”