1/2/2023 0 Comments Eclipse book excerptI can't say that I entirely understood why she was handcuffed to the bed, or why that would be a thing she would agree to, so maybe the rest was a mystery to me. Of course, the teenage me thought it was stupid. It's a fascinating set-up, the sort of thing that you can conceivably see King setting himself as a challenge: the equivalent of all those bottle episodes of television shows, where characters are trapped in a room for the duration and forced to work out their issues. (Oh, and Gerald? His body gets eaten by a starving stray dog that wanders into their house, because of course it does.) Trapped there, with time to ruminate, the voices reveal secrets to her that she's kept buried, changing her attitudes and feelings about both herself and her now-dead husband. (When she finally manages it, it's through a particularly grotesque method that has haunted me whenever I've seen anybody cut their hands since – something apparently known as degloving.) Much of the book takes place inside Jessie's head: both in terms of her internal monologue, and the voices that she hears talking to her. Jessie then spends the rest of book in basically this one location, attempting to free herself by breaking the bed or moving it closer to the handcuff keys. She kicks him in the groin and he falls off the bed, splitting his head open, leaving Jessie handcuffed to the bed with no visible means of escape. The book is one of King's simpler plots: a husband and wife are having some BDSM-tinged sex when the husband – the titular Gerald – is killed, after Jessie (his wife) tells him that the game has gone too far, that she wants it ended, and he ignores her. Then my father gets a new King novel when we go on holiday, and I read it. Everything I love, it's there in his stories. I know what sort of writer King is, and he's the writer for me. I'm reading them all, revelling in their strange worlds, their broken protagonists, their aliens and vampires and ghosts and madness. Picture the scene: I'm 13, and I'm tearing through King novels at a frankly terrifying rate.
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