![]() ![]() Next year I intend to publish the last Castle Rock novel, Needful Things (the last story in this volume, 'The Sun Dog,' forms a prologue to that novel). ![]() In It, I took an outrageous amount of space to finish talking about children and the wide perceptions which light their interior lives. It's as apparent in my work as anywhere else. I'm forty-two now, and as I look back over the last four years of my life I can see all sorts of cloture. Psychologists have even lifted a parliamentary term to describe this phenomenon - they call it cloture. It's nice to be able to pull away every once in awhile and say, 'There's a pattern there after all! I'm not sure what it means, but by God, I see it!' All of these wheels seem to finish their cycles at roughly the same time, and when they do - about every twenty years would be my guess - we go through a time when we end things. I like that abstract image of life as something like an efficient factory machine, probably because actual life, up close and personal, seems so messy and strange. ![]() Two PAST MIDNIGHT: A note on 'Secret Window, Secret Garden' I'm one of those people who believe that life is a series of cycles - wheels within wheels, some meshing with others, some spinning alone, but all of them performing some finite, repeating function. ![]()
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