Beware the ides of March.
(Julius Caesar, 1.2.22)
On a very, very rare occasion, when I finish a book, a really exceptional book, I feel both exhilarated and down at the same time.
Duma Key was the best Stephen King novel I have read in years…years. He does not need little ole me tooting his horn but by golly I am.
godagendaagwakamigad: to be in a painful, bad, accident
I was only into the first 1/4 of the book and I could relate to Edgar, the main character in ‘Duma Key’.
Edgar suffers a near death accident, head injuries included. Edgar’s accident and injuries were far more serious than mine…but I could relate to his confusion, anger, frustration, and, must not leave out the best part, the screaming headaches.
A month or so ago when King was promoting his book, I caught a sliver of an interview when he was on one of the morning news programs. King was explaining about how he incorporated in his injury and rehab from an accident when he wrote ‘Duma Key’.
That head injury changed me more than the skin and bone injuries. My injuries did not give me a psychic power or paranormal gifts or render me unconcious for days (I was only out for a few hours). Edgar in the book received psychic powers and a talent to paint masterpieces that actually changed people’s lives in the physical sense. Nothing so grand happened to me. The only thing my head injury did give me a helluva lot of grief.
The weeks and rehabilitation following my accident were indeed, the worst part of my life to date.
After my release from the hospital, eventually, I was given the okay by my physicians for a short 30 minute walk….with my walker of course. The walker on wheels.
These short strolls of 25 feet one way to the concrete bench outside the barn and horse-pasture were my salvation.
I would pop an extra vicoden and shuffle out to see Scooter. I would rest on the bench with my horse keeping me company in the summer shade of the tall cedar trees. Those short and painful trips out to my horse are what kept me going…..
Now this is the hard part, me describing how it changed me.
The people closest to me can attest to a lot more than I’ll ever admit.
What I can say for fact is my memory has suffered and my attention span has shortened. Sometimes my thought process gets confused, like reading maps or complicated instructions, it takes a bit longer to register and process certain information. I noticed these changes immediately, especially when I returned to work after the accident……I was in a whole new world.
With a big sigh of relief, the above things have faded. The screaming headaches are almost completely gone, with the exception of a rare one sneaking up as a nasty reminder.
I have been a fan of Stephen King since my earliest teen years. Duma Key, The Stand, Misery, and Pet Cemetary are my favorite novels by King.
What is your favorite book by King?
If your not a fan, tell me about the best book and author you’ve read in the last year. My inquiring mind wants to know.