Monthly Archive for September, 2006

The Colorado Kid by Stephen King

The Colorado Kid (Hard Case Crime)

I seem to remember reading an interview with Stephen King a few years back, and I’m pretty sure he said he had decided to retire from writing. He said he would finish up his “Dark Tower” series and that would be it, no more. Well, it’s been at least two years since then, and I’m pretty sure he’s written about half a dozen books in that time. I guess the guy just can’t help himself; he’s prolific. Words just pour out of him and pile up on the page into books. Anyway, I’m not really sure why King decided to do this “noir” piece for Hard Case Crime, an imprint dedicated to republishing classic pulp crime novels from the ’40s, ’50s and ’60s, as well as fresh novels from contemporary authors.

I read one other Hard Case Crime book last year, called “Top Of The Heap”, originally written in 1952 by a fellow named Erle Stanely Gardner. It was a fine example of the kind of hardboiled crime story where every main character is a different shade of Sam Spade.

But “The Colorado Kid” doesn’t really fit that mold at all. The story is a box within a box. The main character, Stephanie, is an intern at a small newspaper on an island off the coast of Maine. There, she has gained the trust of two older and wiser reporters, who impart to Steph the “story” of the Colorado Kid, wherin a mysterious dead body is discovered leaning against a waste bin on one of the island’s beaches. Basically the two older reporters are leading Steph on, expecting her to figure out the next clue in the story. Unfortunately, the tale of the Colorado Kid isn’t really a story at all, because despite the fact that how the body ended up on the beach has pretty much been figured out, no one has ever figured out the why part of the story, and the book concludes leaving that little mystery open. That’s where this departs from the “hardboiled” style of the book’s imprint. A hardboiled book should read like a “Law & Order” episode, like a standard police procedural.

But nevermind all that. I’ve never read a Stephen King story that I haven’t liked. I still say students will be reading his books in their American literature classes in another couple of decades. I believe King has defined the American literary voice for the better part of 30 years.

Next book, The Sparrow by Mary Doria Russell.

[This article is part of the 26 Books project that I'm doing this year.]

Around the weekend

cool water
It was rather cold in Eureka last weekend. And foggy.

Michelle and I took a nice, long holiday weekend trip to the southern Oregon and northern California coasts. We got back Monday, but because I’ve been feeling crappy the last few days and because I hadn’t re-upped my Flickr Pro account, I’m just now posting the photos. The photo captions tell most of the story, but if you want more details, just ask one of us.

Let me sum it up:

The Pacific Ocean is still amazing, and the coast is a great place to visit. The towns along the 101 are usually either poverty-stricken or tourist traps. Both have their kitschy charm.

Eureka is a pretty neat town, but it is far away from everything.

The redwoods are really, really big. Not just big. Enormous

If you ever pass by a place called Hobbiton USA, stop and check it out. But keep your expectations at ankle-level, or you won’t enjoy yourself.

Lastly, north-central California really doesn’t have much to offer. It reminds me of Appalachia, and not the good parts. And I thought Bend was isolated…