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I’m reading The Shining by Stephen King now. It’s embarrassing to admit but I haven’t read any other of his works so far. I don’t count the story which a film with Johnny Depp was based on, because the only thing I remember about it is Johnny Depp holding a shovel. And that the main character was a writer. *shame on me and on my memory*
Coming back to The Shining, I have a feeling that horror stories affect me more when I watch them than when I read them, though I’ve never complained about having poor imagination, quite the opposite.
Maybe it’s just the story being not as scary as I expected… No doubts that anticipation of all those horrible things that are about to happen to Danny and Wendy is intense and frightening but…well, the story IS scary to me but not because of its paranormal stuff. Not at all. For me it’s just a story of a drunkard going nuts and THAT frightens me to death. No matter what caused Jack’s state of mind - the hotel with a mind of its own or some rational reasons if there can be any to drive somebody insane - but the result is tangible, real and that scares me out of my senses. Because it can happen to anybody.
I still have less than 10 chapters to go, and I hope Jack will gather the remnants of his humanity and do the right thing to save the lives of his son and wife. He HAS to, otherwise I have no faith in people any more. *fingers crossed*
I assume this will be the last book I read this year, because it’s high time to surround myself with tour-guides and finally get down to planning my itinerary in details. Time’s running mercilessly fast. I have less than 3 weeks to get ready for my Christmas vacation in London and Scotland.
No, I was wrong. There is another book I probably will read by the end of the year - Shakespeare’s The Tragedy of Coriolanus. I must be well prepared for the play. *LOL*
A rehearsal photo of Mark Gatiss and Tom Hiddleston for inspiration.
Coming back to The Shining, I have a feeling that horror stories affect me more when I watch them than when I read them, though I’ve never complained about having poor imagination, quite the opposite.
Maybe it’s just the story being not as scary as I expected… No doubts that anticipation of all those horrible things that are about to happen to Danny and Wendy is intense and frightening but…well, the story IS scary to me but not because of its paranormal stuff. Not at all. For me it’s just a story of a drunkard going nuts and THAT frightens me to death. No matter what caused Jack’s state of mind - the hotel with a mind of its own or some rational reasons if there can be any to drive somebody insane - but the result is tangible, real and that scares me out of my senses. Because it can happen to anybody.
I still have less than 10 chapters to go, and I hope Jack will gather the remnants of his humanity and do the right thing to save the lives of his son and wife. He HAS to, otherwise I have no faith in people any more. *fingers crossed*
I assume this will be the last book I read this year, because it’s high time to surround myself with tour-guides and finally get down to planning my itinerary in details. Time’s running mercilessly fast. I have less than 3 weeks to get ready for my Christmas vacation in London and Scotland.
No, I was wrong. There is another book I probably will read by the end of the year - Shakespeare’s The Tragedy of Coriolanus. I must be well prepared for the play. *LOL*
A rehearsal photo of Mark Gatiss and Tom Hiddleston for inspiration.