I’ll keep this one succinct. Danse Macabre is 300 pages of Stephen King rambling on aimlessly about the genre he works almost exclusively in, horror. Naturally, he doesn’t miss an opportunity to draw his own work into the larger discussion he’s attempting to have, a habit which can border on the narcissistic at times.
He also succumbs to long bouts of summary, recounting the events of books and movies in excruciating enough detail that I hardly feel the need to indulge him and read/watch them myself. These are not without shreds of analysis here and there, but nothing that’s said hits me as especially thoughtful.
Still, King as always writes with a conversational tone that I find hard not to get wrapped up in, and there are some salient points to be had. Honestly, though, it’s dependent upon your stance on King. I like to say he’s my favorite author, and even I found my eyes glazing over at times. So if you find his style off-putting, or even if the jury’s still out, approach with extreme caution. To everyone else I just say, don’t expect another On Writing.
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