A Real Stinker
I’m a bibliophile. That’s book lover, for those of you who aren’t also bibliophiles!
Amongst my bibliophile loves is anything and everything written by Stephen King. I swear, I could probably force myself to read a French cookbook if it sayss: By Stephen King on the cover!
For the last couple of weeks, I’ve been working my way through “The Journals of Elenor Drues” by Elenor Drues. When you’re Stephen King and have been writing best sellers for the last three decades, you can experiment with your writing styles. That’s what he did with Elenor Drues. Don’t be fooled-even though it says it’s by this anonymous woman you’ve never heard of, it’s a work of King’s. And, frankly, it sucks.
The book is only about 200 pages long and it’s taken me nearly two weeks to get through it(which I finally did today). There are many aspects to this; it’s difficult for a 60 year old maan to write from the perspective of a 76 year old woman. The story just isn’t that interesting. And, as happens every once in a great while, I just loathe the narrator who reads the book on tape. All these combined mean it took me nearly 20 days to get through a read that should have taken me half a week.
While expressing my disgust at this book to my wife, she said, “He’s such a master of writing…but he puts out a real stinker every so often!”
She’s so right! And really, King is no different than any other artist(or person, for that matter). Even people who are considered top of the heap have times where they’re just off. Even a great athlete can have a bad day. Even some of the finest actors from Hollywood have made movies that make me want to hurl.
It just goes to prove that even select individuals who are the masters of their fields must have grace and compassion on themselves-we can’t all be perfect all the time, even if you’re perfect most all of the time!