Literature

Devore was mad, all right, mad as a hatter, and he couldn’t have caught me at a worse, weaker, more terrified moment. And I think that everything from that moment…

The book was big, okay? The book was major.I was afraid to change rooms, let alone pack up the typewriter and my slim just-begun manuscript and take it back to…

State your name for the record.”Michael Noonan.’ ‘Your address?’ ‘Derry is my permanent address, 14 Benton Street, but I also maintain a home in TR-90, on Dark Score Lake. The…

The ringing of the phone ?? or, more accurately, the way I received the ringing of the phone ?? was as familiar as the creaks of my chair or the…

I caught the measles when I was eight, and I was very ill. ‘I thought you were going to die,’ my father told me once, and he was not a…

During my hike back down the lane to the house, I tried to think about nothing at all. My first editor used to say that eighty-five percent of what goes…

I woke in the early hours of the following morning convinced that there was someone in the north bedroom with me. I sat up against the pillows, rubbed my eyes,…

Around nine o’clock, a pickup came down the driveway and parked behind my Chevrolet. The truck was new ?? a Dodge Ram so clean and chrome-shiny it looked as if…

At nine o’clock the following morning I filled a squeeze-bottle with grapefruit juice and set out for a good long walk south along The Street. The day was bright and…

Buddy Jellison was just the same, all right ?? same dirty cooks’ whites and splotchy white apron, same flyaway gray hair under a paper cap stained with either beef-blood or…

The little girl ?? actually she wasn’t much more than a baby-came walking up the middle of Route 68, dressed in a red bathing suit, yellow plastic flip-flops, and a…

On July 3rd of 1998, I threw two suitcases and my Powerbook in the trunk of my mid-sized Chevrolet, started to back down the driveway, then stopped and went into…

Once, when I was sixteen, a plane went supersonic directly over my head.I was walking in the woods when it happened, thinking of some story I was going to write,…

The phone was ringing when I walked in my front door. It was Frank asking me if I’d like to join him for Christmas. Join them, as matter of fact;…

My publisher didn’t know, my editor Debra Weinstock didn’t know, my agent Harold Oblowski didn’t know. Frank Arlen didn’t know, either, although on more than one occasion I had been…

I never suffered from writer’s block during the ten years of my marriage, and did not suffer it immediately after Johanna’s death. I was in fact so unfamiliar with the…

On a very hot day in August of 1994, my wife told me she was going down to the Derry Rite Aid to pick up a refill on her sinus…

To an extent, this novel deals with the legal aspects of child custody in the State of Maine. I asked for help in understanding this subject from my friend Warren…

1.TRADERS-… With psychohistoric inevitability. economic control of the Foundation grew. The traders grew rich; and with riches came power…. It is sometimes forgotten that Hober Mallow began life as an…

1.TRADERS… and constantly in advance of the political hegemony of the Foundation were the Traders, reaching out tenuous fingerholds through the tremendous distances of the Periphery. Months or years might…