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Riding the Bullet

Riding the Bullet

Auteur

Stephen King

Eerste Uitgave

2000

Uitgave

2000

Uitgeverij

Scribner

Vorm

kortverhalen

Taal

Engels

Bladzijden

66 bladzijden

Gelezen

2000-03-20

Score

8/10

Inhoud

You know you're in Stephen King country the instant you glimpse the cover of Riding the Bullet, King's first story published exclusively as an e-book. Could any mere physical book cover capture the eerie glow of that enormous moon with a hitchhiker's thumb in front of it? Or the menacing twin beams of the approaching car headlights? Scariest of all is the rising ground mist in the roadside cemetery, illuminated by unholy moonlight. In the 66 pages that follow, King straps you into the terrified mind of Alan Parker, a college student hitching through rural Maine because his widowed, impoverished mom just had a stroke, he's got to get to the hospital, and his car is dead. That's not all that's dead out there, as he soon discovers. One of the drivers who picks him up is bad news beyond his sweatiest nightmares. God kicks your ass in the end, let me tell you, a sinister old man tells young Alan along the road, and he's right. But what gets to Alan is most definitely not heaven-sent. In recent years, King has been experimenting: he's published his first audio-only book (Blood and Smoke), his first serial novel (The Green Mile), a short-story collection about the boomer generation (Hearts in Atlantis), an ambitious literary novel (Bag of Bones), and a largely nonsupernatural novella about a lost child in the woods (The Girl Who Loved Tom Gordon). With Riding the Bullet, he goes back to his pure-horror roots, and he hasn't lost his touch. King's gift is to convey the terrors of childhood (the Bullet is a revolving scream machine at the amusement park Thrill Village) and the unspeakable things that lurk beneath everyday reality--in this case, Maine at night, when shadows flicker ambiguously, trees writhe like spontaneous dancers at a tent show revival, and grave markers poke up out of the mist. Even the crisp rustle of a nurse's skirt at the hospital where Alan's mom's fate hangs in the balance packs a horrific punch. The devil is in the details, they say, and it's the vivid sensory particulars that make this nightmare come to life. What happens to Alan and his mom? Let's just say his soul is put to the test--and you are fated to read straight through to the end at the speed of a spooked driver on a very scary highway. --Tim Appelo

Bespreking

Nice little story that can give some nasty bites

Alan Parker, a junior at the University of Maine, gets a call from Mrs. McCurdy, the neighbor of his mother. "Twas a stroke," she told him, so no reason to hurry. But Alan gets an awful premonition that his mother is in real danger. So he decides to go visit his mother in the hospital that same night. One small problem: his car is broken. The cheapest solution: hitchhiking. Ignoring all good advice he sets on a trip that will change his life in more than one way.

The biggest problem with short stories is that they are... short. So as a writer you are forced the put forward strong characters in but a few lines of prose. One would not say at first sight that Stephen King would be good at this, looking at the enormous size of his recent works. But the contrary is true! Riding the Bullet is only one example. The story grabs you by the throat from the first lines, because it has such a true feel to it. Stephen succeeds in giving Alan Parker such a believable background, that when the hammer hits the pain is extremely powerful. At the end the story struggles a bit, but since it gives you something nasty to think about it still stays bearable.