Sunday, February 10, 2013
If someone were to ask me which of Stephen King's books scared me the most, Misery would win hands down. Back in the day, I remember reading the paperback sitting in the car at my daughter's soccer practice. I could only read it during the day, because at night I saw Annie Wilkes standing over my bed with a sledge hammer.
The character of Annie Wilkes that Stephen King painted was horrifying. She had slits for eyes. A huge, round, pasty face. Strong as an ox. Thick. Tall. A monster with wet lips and large man-like hands. This is someone you would not want to meet in a dark alley ... or anywhere else for that matter.
As a writer, I could relate to Paul Sheldon's predicament. Being held captive by a raging psychopath would be my worst nightmare.Not to mention being forced to write a novel. On an antique typewriter. With a defective "e" key. Sheesh!
This story takes the word "deadline" to a whole other level.
ANNIE: And don't even think about anybody coming for you. Not the doctors, not your agent, not your family. 'Cause I never called them. Nobody knows you're here. And you better hope nothing happens to me. Because if I die... you die.