Kathy Bates won the Oscar for her role as Annie in Stephen King’s Misery film adaptation. And, it was certainly well deserved. She is such a great actress, and she delivered such a great performance, or terrible depending on the perspective. Anyway, I have the funniest and cringiest story about me as a reader connected to Misery. It literally took me two years to finish the book. Two years!
“Because writers remember everything Paul. Especially the hurts. Strip a writer to the buff, point to the scars, and he’ll tell you the story of each small one. From the big ones you get novels, not amnesia. A little talent is a nice thing to have if you want to be a writer, but the real requirement is the ability to remember the story of every scar.”
How is that even possible? I think because I kept getting anxiety since the kidnapped protagonist happens to be a writer. And, the beginning of the narrative is very slow and kinda boring. Yikes! I just could not get into it at all. I kept falling asleep on it every few paragraphs or every few pages. Omg. I cannot believe I’m writing that I fell asleep on a Stephen King book, and he’s one of my favorites. The irony.
“He felt as he always did when he finished a book – queerily empty, let down, aware that for each little success he had paid a toll of absurdity.”
“Annie was not swayed by pleas. Annie was not swayed by screams. Annie had the courage of her convictions.”
In any case, once I got 30 pages in or so, that’s when the pace picked up. I guess because Paul, the writer, really begins to wake up from the drug-induced delirium that Annie Wilkes puts him in. She is his “biggest fan” and kidnapped him to have him change the ending of her favorite book series. Cringe to the one billionth degree doesn’t begin to describe it. I would recommend this book, but I’d probably not read it again myself.
King, Stephen. Misery. New York: Berkley Books, 3 June 1988.
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