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- Apr 23, 2020
Read Duma Key recently and thought I might share some of my takes on it.
The first third of the novel might be some of the best and most subtle writing King has ever produced in a novel. It's melancholy, deliberate and terse in a way that ewokes Hemingway. A guy (Edgar) has a terrible accident and has to deal with disability, pathological anger issues and an imploded marriage. His old life has derailed, so he moves on his own to a desolate peninsula in Florida and picks up painting to find some peace of mind. A vague horror element enters the story at this point; Edgar has some mildly weird experiences in his new home, but it's all ambiguous and wonderfully atmospheric.
In the middle third, Edgar achieves some local success with his art and makes a few colorful friends. This is where the machinery of the novel slowly starts to grind and get that unmistakable King-bloat feel.
The last third is fucking horrendous. There is a very definite point where this novel goes to shit, and if you have read it you'll know exactly what I'm talking about (it's a certain scene in the kitchen). It's like King said to himself "Wait. Holy shit, I'm supposed to be writing a Stephen King novel here. Time to pull out the usual shit".
And so
3/5
The first third of the novel might be some of the best and most subtle writing King has ever produced in a novel. It's melancholy, deliberate and terse in a way that ewokes Hemingway. A guy (Edgar) has a terrible accident and has to deal with disability, pathological anger issues and an imploded marriage. His old life has derailed, so he moves on his own to a desolate peninsula in Florida and picks up painting to find some peace of mind. A vague horror element enters the story at this point; Edgar has some mildly weird experiences in his new home, but it's all ambiguous and wonderfully atmospheric.
In the middle third, Edgar achieves some local success with his art and makes a few colorful friends. This is where the machinery of the novel slowly starts to grind and get that unmistakable King-bloat feel.
The last third is fucking horrendous. There is a very definite point where this novel goes to shit, and if you have read it you'll know exactly what I'm talking about (it's a certain scene in the kitchen). It's like King said to himself "Wait. Holy shit, I'm supposed to be writing a Stephen King novel here. Time to pull out the usual shit".
And so
Three guys bro together and go on a heroic trip across the wilds of Duma Key to vanquish the extremely powerful (but somehow easily defeatable) force of evil that is now all out in the open and therefore not the least bit scary. Because King just loved to ruin that tremendous, subtle atmosphere of wrongness and creeping unease he managed to conjure earlier in the novel. It's a jolly old trek that involves wacky 2D-garden gnomes, a cringy and incredibly stupid ventriloquist act and a tiny sentient statue that'll bite you real bad.
3/5