Word: dreading
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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...home in Bangor, Me., King recently took time away from the IBM Selectric to ponder his role as the Master of Pop Dread. In It he observes, "All writers have a pipeline which goes down into the subconscious. But the man or woman who writes horror stories has a pipeline that goes further, maybe . . . into the sub-subconscious, if you like." King's sub-subconscious started working overtime when he was scarcely out of infancy. In an eerie resemblance to his spiritual ancestor Poe, King was also deserted by his father in infancy. At the age of four the lonely...
...that It is out, can King change himself? In the next 14 months he will make three attempts by publishing novels outside the Pop Dread belfry. The Eyes of the Dragon, just completed, is an Arthurian sword-and-sorcery epic written for Naomi, who read Carrie and has since refused to venture into any of her father's other books. Tommyknockers, still being revised, is a sci-fi epic set in the post-Chernobyl era. "It's about how our ability to make gadgets outraces the moral ability" is all King is willing to disclose. Misery, just about completed...
...long-suffering Gillian, Andrews provides a sane contrast to the frazzle-dazzle of Lemmon's performance. There is more than mere discipline in her work. Her tart, get-on-with-it Englishness stiffens the spine of her characterization -- and makes the one moment when she gives in to her dread all the more poignant...
Like a drunk waking up from a 20-year binge with a massive hangover, the nation is bitter, remorseful and full of resolution. The easy tolerance of the late 1960s, when turning on was a statement of personal freedom, has turned to dread. Cocaine, the glamour dust of the late '70s -- fast, clean, fun! -- has been boiled down to hard and mean little pellets of crack, giver of euphoria, taker of lives. To a nation that espouses self-reliance, drug dependence has emerged as the dark side of the American character, the price of freedom to fail...
...Lobos, a terrific Mexican- American band of rockers. He knew his aim had to be dead true this time out. "If I miss in the direction of head, I risk being obscure or pretentious," he reflects. "If I miss in the direction of heart, I risk being sentimental. I dread both. I dance in the penumbra. That's the thrill. When it's right, I can feel it." It's right on Graceland all the way through. You can feel...