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In the Land of Ago: Stephen King’s 11/22/63

Book #26 for 2011: 11/22/63 by Stephen King

The cover of Stephen King's novel 11/22/63.

11/22/63 by Stephen King

A friend mentioned to me the other day on Facebook that it seems like all of Stephen King’s recent books are ones that he started to write when he was young but never got around to finishing. That’s true; the note at the end of 11/22/63 says that he started it in the early 70s but realized that it was far too ambitious for him to write at that stage of his career. (Actually, that would have been around the same time he wrote Carrie, so for all practical purposes he had no career yet, except as an obscure author of short horror stories.) He says much the same thing at the end of Under the Dome. And those final volumes of the Dark Tower series he wrote a few years ago are effectively the continuation of something he began writing when he was in college.

My take is that this has a lot to do with that car accident that nearly cost him his life a decade ago. He almost says as much in the introduction to one of those last Dark Tower novels, with an anecdote about a woman coming up to him at a book signing and saying, in effect, “Thank God you didn’t die! I was afraid I’d never find out how the Dark Tower stories ended!”

I think King has realized that he’s at a crucial juncture in his life, where he’s still at the peak of his talents and still has all his wits intact, but that if he doesn’t write the works that were too ambitious for him as a young man they may never get written. So he’s buckling down, working with a research assistant (the same guy for the last two books; he gets an acknowledgment at the end of both), and making an honest attempt to write the best books he’ll ever write. On the basis of the last two, I think he’s succeeded.

11/22/63 is a spectacular book; so is Under the Dome. Yet they are very different works. Under the Dome is industrial-strength melodrama and pulled me in more forcefully than any book has in years. It’s as readable as anything King has ever written. 11/22/63 isn’t quite as much of a page turner, but it’s a deeper work, written with a level of personal feeling that a lot of King’s novels lack. The early King book that it reminds me of the most is The Dead Zone, in that both novels are about driven men, star-crossed lovers, visions of the future and political assassinations. And both have a sense of tragedy to them. 11/22/63 has an ending that’s more bittersweet than completely tragic, but the notes at the end suggest that this may be because his son, novelist Joe Hill, was the one who came up with it. (It’s hard to tell just how King would have ended it without Hill’s ideas, but I suspect the finale would have been more bitter than sweet. Or simply would have ended with less of a sense of closure.)

It’s probably not necessary to mention that 11/22/63 is about a man who finds a hole leading back in time and uses it to attempt to stop the assassination of John F. Kennedy by Lee Harvey Oswald on the eponymous date. What may be news is that the book is as much or more about the life of its protagonist, a man who spends most of its pages living in a time before he was even born, as it is about the Kennedy assassination, though there’s a great deal about Oswald in it and the book paints an interesting picture of a man who has become over the years more a figure of myth than an historical figure. (This, I think, is one of the things that Stephen Sondheim and Jerome Weidman were getting at in their surrealistic musical Assassins and there’s a scene in 11/22/63, where the protagonist dreams about a carnival barker suggesting to Oswald that he kill the president, that may be a direct nod to the Sondheim show.)

I think, though, that in many ways what 11/22/63 is is an homage by King to the period during which he was an adolescent. King is three years older than I am and would have been 11 in 1958, which is the year that the time hole leads to, and 16 in 1963, when Kennedy was assassinated. He describes the “land of ago” (as the protagonist calls it) with a certain degree of loving sentiment, acknowledging its flaws while simultaneously seeing it through the eyes of a child. I was around back then too and I’m not convinced that root beer really tasted better in 1958, but if King thinks it did, who am I to argue? (He may be right that cream was thicker and creamier.) I also don’t remember the world of the past as smelling that much worse than the world of today, though there were industrialized patches of it that did and King may have known some of those in Maine.

The end of the book brought tears to my eyes and it’s hard to believe there are any readers of any age who wouldn’t react similarly. Granted, it wasn’t hard to figure out during the last 100 pages or so where King was headed — I guessed the broad outline without getting the details — but it’s the details that matter. I think he may lean a little too hard on the time paradox thing and could have had a similar ending without need for the “Green Card Man,” but I like his idea of the past as something that fights attempts to change it and that can injure, maim or even kill anyone who tries. There are some slow patches in the middle of the book but I think that’s because King isn’t really writing a suspense thriller here; he’s writing something more deeply sentimental and personally meaningful. Slow patches or no, the last 100 pages are as readable as anything from Under the Dome and if these should turn out for some reason to be the last two books King writes (which I certainly hope they aren’t), they’ll stand as a terrific monument to a writer who could have started resting on his laurels and royalty checks two or three decades ago yet just insists on becoming better and more ambitious instead.

About Christopher Lampton

Chris Lampton, a cofounder of the e-book design firm Illuminated Pages (see link in my Blogroll), is a writer, an editor, an occasional computer programmer, a voracious reader, and a fanatic video game player. In the course of his distinguished if haphazard career he has written more than 90 books, including the 1993 computer book bestseller Flights of Fantasy (Waite Group Press). He lives in Los Angeles with his girlfriend Amy and our cat Lola, and now spends much of his available time editing and rewriting novels for self-published authors.

9 responses »

  1. william lorigan brady

    In 1963, I was 22. Root beer did taste better, like Kraft slices did.
    If you ever went to New York City, in the ’60’s and 70’ smelled
    like a day old sewer. I still look back to 11/22/63 as, emotionally,
    one of the worst days of my life. I wanted him back and did a one
    man show, in Buffalo, called “JFK Revisited.” In the play, he came back
    in the end as a politician offering his advice. I did it more for My mental
    behavior, than anything else.

  2. Christopher Lampton

    Yes, parts of New York did smell bad. Same with DC. Heck, there’s a sewer around the corner from me here in LA on a suburban street corner that I have to hold my breath while walking past. (And God save people who lived near those old paper mills.) But I’m still not sure I buy the root beer thing. Was this soda fountain root beer? Bottled? Canned? Does it extend across all brands? I’m thinking we just had better taste buds back then.

  3. Thanks for stopping by and commenting on my blog; it;s always nice to hear from a fellow book lover.

    I’m now following your blog and I hope to see you around mine again some time soon 🙂

    • Christopher Lampton

      Thanks, Missus Tribble! Don’t worry. I’ll be back to see what you’ve written. (Do your blog posts multiply like…well, you know.)

      • I blog here at least once a week on various differing subjects. I’m not a “post five times a day about random stuff” kind of person – if I’m not inspired to write it then it’s probably not worth writing (I have a different journal for that) 🙂

        I love Stephen King. Of his older books I couldn’t tell you which is my favourite because I simply couldn’t pick one!

      • Christopher Lampton

        Missus T — You might want to check out my other blog, Adrift in the Infosphere, where I write more than book reviews. (See the Blog Roll on the right for the link.) It’s in the early stages now, but I have plans for it.

  4. Just finished 11/22/63 after a couple of friends basically said, “The ending sucked.” You hit the mark with your assessment of the ending. It was bittersweet, poignant, tear-jerking, and kind of brilliant. It was uncompromising in many respects, and I respect that. The book was terrific — a great book by a great mind. I enjoyed your blog.

  5. So where DID King come up with “land of ago” as his character Epping’s nickname for Texas? Does anyone call it that in real life? Or do I just not understand TX as well as I should?

    As for ‘book vs. TV’? Book hands down. I hope enough time has passed and enough folks have Hulu’d in to 11.22.63, so hopefully this won’t be *as much* of a spoiler:

    Epping/Amberson’s having to drag the novel character Bill Turcotte along on his Kennedy mission muddied the made-for-TV-product, in my estimation. On the other hand, back in Maine, when Amberson had to thwart one of the thugh cohorts of a bookie he just won a bet from, luring him in with that ‘tiny television’ on his motel room bed before slugging him unconscious was cool! Just hope that goon didn’t remember seeing the smart phone, when he awoke.

    I got all the ‘ghosts from(Jake & Sadie’s pasts)’ later in the series, when the couple were running through the crowds to get to Dealey Plaza in time, but thought they were superfluous and unnecessary.

    The Epping/Amberson-Dunhill reunion at the very end? Bittersweet, and a bit emotional for me.


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