I’ve just finished reading Dolan’s Cadillac, by Steven King. I bought a copy of his short story collection Nightmares and Dreamscapes at a thrift shop last week, and have been debating whether or not I wanted to read through it. This first story, Dolan’s Cadillac, is a well-written revenge story which takes place mostly in the head of this third-grade teacher, and partly on a stretch of highway on the way to Las Vegas. I like the way in which King personifies the voice of the man’s wife, after she’s killed. In the end, it’s almost as if she becomes a malicious entity in his life—just like Dolan.
At some point next week I will be visiting a larger thrift store in Rhode Island, and I hope to make some better finds in terms of books. In all honesty I shouldn’t be putting the money into more books, because the list I need for next semester is going to run me into the ground as it is. I’m glad that my courses will be exploring more in regards to the literary canon, but I can also kiss my free time goodbye.
Stage Fright 